Everything went wrong. It was a booby trap Cat Woman had set up to catch the two, and it went off without a single problem. Robin was now tied down to a chair in one room, and Bat Girl waited in a prison-like cell they three wrongdoers had made for her. However, what is really interesting about all this is what Ivy was up to right now.
 Amazing want she could make her plants do, they really did love her. While many of her Ivy’s were groping her perfectly built body, wrapping around her one-hundred percent perfect breasts, others where moving sex toys in and out of her beautiful pussy. She moaned, letting her skilled plants play with her. She didn’t particularly enjoy plants making love to her. It was more like a clever way of masturbating. Her leaves she normally wore, as clothing lay strewn across the floor, the plants gently plucking her red, perky nipples. Every part of her was perfect. Her dazzling red her, to her soft creamy skin, to her perfectly shaped legs, to her nice tight ass, and to her vagina (which gave out delicious tasting vaginal fluids, a super power only few lucky men or women knew about). She was the most fuck-able person on the planet. As her plants were about to make her orgasm, she was in her fantasy sex world, and in it she was making love to Robin. Yes, he was her enemy, but he was also one of the sexiest young men she had laid eyes on. Them being rivals made it even more sexually stimulating. She wanted to ride his body so much. Finally while her beautifully long legs stiffened, and her body stretched in the ecstasy of an orgasm. She loosened up, and sat up in her small bed made of a large leaf with flowers on top of it. Sweat beads dripped down the splendid curves of her body. She used her communication with plants to command them to wrap the leaves she wore as clothes around herself. She stepped out of her greenhouse and went into the small hideout.
 Walking through the hall, barefooted on the cold floor, she went into the room where Harley said she would be at. She walked in to notice she was in a room that oversaw the prison cell that Batgirl was in. Within it was not only their enemy, but also three of the Joker Minions as well, all gangbanging her. Thought she seemed to be resisting, Ivy could see through her easily and tell she was enjoying it thoroughly. No tears or punches were being made. She merely twisted her hips to make it seem like this wasn’t the biggest thrill of her life. She looked at where Harley was sitting to she was masturbating through her thin costume, a large damp spot around her nice pussy. Harley the sexiest super hero/villain in Gotham, but she was still very attractive. Her white makeup gave her a charm; not to mention her legs were probably only beaten by Ivy. She was very easily convinced into many sexual performances. Also, she’d do anything if you’d eat her out. Harley obviously hadn’t noticed Ivy coming in because she was still fingering herself. Ivy saw the keys to the place, and on a small monitoring screen she also could see where Robin was staying. A small idea came through her mind. She walked up behind Harley and whispered into her ear,
“Enjoying yourself.” Harley Jumped up and turned to her with a look of horrid surprise.
“I was… just watching them. Pigs aren’t they?” Quinn said, hiding her crotch away and pretending she hadn’t just been fiddling with her eager pussy.
“Yeah, like most men, but I don’t think she’s minding too much.” The both watched the scene going on. The three muscular men with white painted faces were working hard on this girl. They left on the mask and cape for excitement, but the rest of her had been stripped. One guy was laying down and letting her fall on his cock, another was standing up and jamming his rod into her mouth forcefully, and the last one was getting to town on her young virgin ass. She definitely seemed to have gotten used to having it up her ass, and she was even bobbing her head to suck better. She had given up her charade, and was enjoying herself. The one laying down was playing with her small dainty breasts. All of them slowed down and pulled out and began to crowd around her. A look of disappointment yet curiosity came across her face. They began to jack off and one held her mouth open.
“Yeah, that’s it, swallow bitch” Now she was really strangling. Another of the posse grabbed her arms and restrained her while the third guy unloaded his load into her mouth. She grimaced as a natural reaction, but her eyes opened in surprise, and stop struggling. She didn’t mind the taste. She held open her mouth and let the other three have their turns. One gave her a facial, and the shot another one down her throat. She stood their, semen covering her face and her mouth filled with even more of the man-juice. “Swallow hor” the same Joker Boy said, and she began to obediently close her mouth and let the delicious goo go down her throat, with a final gulp. The still felt ready so they began going to town on her again, except double penetrating her pussy while another took her ass. She had no complaints.
While they were having their fun Ivy was giving Harley a seductive look. “All this gangbanging got you horny girl?” She asked in a honey-sweet yet strongly feminine way. Harley looked at her, and even under her heavy make-up a very faint blush could be made out. She nodded. It was obvious Ivy’s body was turning her on even more. Straight women often experienced lust for Poison Ivy’s figure of ultimate lust.
“How I can’t just leave you so anxious can I” Ivy said, gently feeling up Harley’s soaking pussy. She shuddered in great delight, but interrupted as if just recalling,
“But Catwoman…”
“Shh-shh”, Ivy stopped her short, “ don’t you worry now, just come with me and we’ll have some fun.” She nodded and they both went off to Harley’s bedroom. Ivy turned and closed the door, and as soon as her companion sat down she held up her arms and the leaves slowly began to shrivel up and fall off. Finally her gorgeous body was fully nude and laid down beside Harley. “C’mon sexy, I want you to taste my pussy first, mine is extra delicious,” she said winking. Harley nodded, and nervously made her way down to Ivy’s greatest pride. She gave it a little lick at first and pulled back surprised.
“Wow”, She whispered in awe.
“Tasty isn’t it?” Harley nodded and dived her face down into her pussy. Poison Ivy wrapped her legs around the pussy-hungry girls head. She was so damn good with her tongue, Ivy thought as she twisted around in delight. Harley wasn’t as gentle, nibbling hard at the beautiful woman’s unbelievable carpet. Before Ivy could come she lifted Harley’s face away. The girl looked disappointed, but Ivy needed to save her sexual stamina for someone else… “Now baby, I know you don’t get much attention downstairs do you? Why don’t you take off those tights so I can’t lick some of that fine pink pride of yours?” Harley’s old disappointment quickly dissolved into excitement. She got her clothes off quickly (Leaving on her hat and make-up for kicks) and spread her white smooth legs for Poison Ivy to have easy access. Another small power Ivy had was a drug-like substance in her saliva that intensified sexual pleasure times 20. With one lick Harley let out long moan,
“Oh god Ivy, that feel’s sooooo gooood!” She tilted her head back, almost speechless from the jolts of amazing pleasure shook her body. She couldn’t even moan but mostly gasped in her high level of enjoyment. Ivy licked deep into her cunt. She swirled and wriggled that gifted tongue of hers all over her pussy. She lucked around the rims, buried her face down to get her tongue even deeper. Harley began to tense up like Ivy did before, except she screamed,
“OOOOH OOOOH OH IVY, IT’S SO DAMN GOOD!”, and finally let out a deep sigh. Her orgasm was so strong it brought her gently into sleep shortly afterwards. Ivy made her way back to the security room. Looking into the cell, she could see Batgirl had gotten about another 3 layers of cum on her while Ivy was gone, plus the many loads she probably swallowed as well. Not having time to sit around and enjoy the sexy sight going on, Ivy grabbed the hideout’s keys and looked up the location of Robin in the building. Now it was time for the sexual experience she’d been waiting for. Quickly making her way to the room where he stayed (Because she was still nude) and flipping through the keys until she found right one, she went into the room where her fantasy lover awaits.
Robin was gagged and his wrists tied behind his back when she walked in. His legs were bound as well, but fortunately restraining ropes didn’t cover his crotch. He looked over at her, and a shocked yet horribly appealed expression fell upon his face. Here was one of his long times enemies, completely unclothed and looking extremely sexy. She smirked at him and walked in front of his chair. “Like what you see?” she commented. Robin didn’t answer. There was a reluctance to show he was extremely horny. She got real closed to him and kissed him on the cheek, “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle” She rubbed her breasts up to his face, and although his will power was strong, his cock couldn’t help but leap up. “Ah, that’s a good boy Robin” She said. He seemed nervous and even a bit suspicious of Poison Ivy’s intentions. She got down to her knees and pulled out the boy’s wondrous cock and began to lick it gently. He began to sweat, and he couldn’t help but enjoy every moment of this. She sucked his head gently and licked the slit of his cock as she did it. Something about her mouth felt so good. His cock a lot bigger than it normally was, she must be doing something extraordinary. Her saliva didn’t only increase the pleasure while eating out, but also when she sucked cock. She began the head bobbing, her lips pulled tight around his throbbing dick. She sucked really hard, and rolled her tongue on the bottom of his rod. She could go deeper than Barbara; Robin thought as she buried the young mans cock into her throat. Finally he was about to blow and he began to moan. She just looked him in the eye. Robin couldn’t believe that he was about to fill this extremely beautiful babes mouth with semen. He felt the fluid pulsate out of his member and she looked at him as she swallowed every last bit smiling. When he was finished she backed her head away and commented, “Mmmm, better than I imagined it taste. Y’know, I’ve had my eye on your cute little body for quite some time. Now it’s my turn to have some fun.”
She began jacking him off to get him hard again, which with her great body and skills it didn’t take that long. She stood up, her large tits looming over Robin and sat in his lap, impaling her great pussy on his cock. He moaned and she licked his face, “Want me to remove that for you so you can nibble on these babies?” She pushed her chest into his face and shook her boobs on him. He nodded and she untied the back of it. They shared a small kiss and she guided his mouth to her hardening nipples. He sucked on then for a while, and licked all around them. Even her skin had a nice taste to it. She finally held the back of his head and began riding his cock with his face buried into her well-ambled bosom. He moaned real loud now without the gag to suffocate his sounds of pleasure. “Oh god, oh god, your pussy’s so good” He moaned into her boobs. Beads of sweat were rolling down her irresistible body. She felt ready to cum but she waited for him so they could both go at the same time. After about 7 more minutes of moaning and slapping noises Robin groaned, “Oh god, here it comes!” She rode faster and they both climaxed at the same time.
“Was that good for you cutey?” Ivy said, running one of her fingers through his hair. He couldn’t even say yes, but just nodded as he gasped for air, sweat beading down his face. She got up from his exhausted yet extremely satisfied body. “I’ll be back later,” she said with a wink.
“No you won’t” said a voice behind her. Ivy jumped and turned to see Catwoman herself. Behind her was Harley, who was looking around nervously.
“I will if I want to!” Ivy replied with her hands on her hips. Catwoman smiled and pulled out her whip she used for burglary. “You think that scares me?” Ivy spat out.
“I don’t see any of your precious plants round bitch!” Catwoman said, cracking out her whips so it would wrap around Ivy’s throat. She was right, Ivy thought as she collapsed to he knees in need of air. Without any plants around she was defenseless. Catwoman was much stronger than she, so it was easy for her to drag Ivy into another room, Harley Quinn silently following. Catwoman threw the redheaded super villain to the ground and stood over her. The room was really dark, and there was a shelf full of sex toys, some so odd that Ivy couldn’t quite figure out the use for them. In the middle was a small table with straps and braces as if to hold someone down. Finally it clicked with Ivy. This was most likely the two lovers, Harley and Catwoman’s, sex room. It seemed as if they enjoyed a little domination/S&M. A bit worried about what she was about to be put through, Ivy croaked while loosening the still tight grip of the whip,
“What do you want with me” Catwoman looked down, a devilish smile on her face, with a hint of some anger though.
“You has sex with my bitch,” Catwoman replied, taking Harley under her arm and playing with her hair affectionately, “without my permission.” She moved the whip in a skillful way to release Ivy. “So punishment is in order, but first…” Catwoman went to a small closet and opened it. Inside was a bunch of lingerie, some was soft and cottony and the rest was leather (Catwoman probably wore the leather while Harley wore cotton) She began changing, leaving the black kitty mask of her suit. She now wore knee high boots, with fishnet panties, and long leather gloves that were skintight. “Now that I’m more comfortable,” she began, “Your punishment will begin.”
“What do I have to do?” Ivy said, looking apprehensively at the sex toys on the wall.
“An eye for an eye” Catwoman took Harley by the arm, who was still completely undressed except for her mask and makeup like she was before, and brought her in front of Ivy. “Eat her.” Catwoman said shortly.
“Is that all?” Ivy said cheering up, “I will, but I already ate he out before.” Catwoman gave that devilish grin again and shook her head,
“You ate her pussy. Now you’re eating her ass.” Poison Ivy stopped smiling. This wasn’t terrible, but she wasn’t a big fan of licking ass. However, she thought as she looked at Harley for a second, that ass doesn’t look so bad. Ivy shook her head and Catwoman pushed her shoulder down to command her to sit. Harley did so and laid down on her back wit her legs high up so Ivy could access her sweet ass. Ivy crawled over and got to work. Harley was squirming, she seemed to enjoy it a lot but it felt a little weird to her at first. Catwoman took one of the vibrators from the wall of items and gave it to Harley to use on her wet pussy. Ivy just kept going at her hole, licking all around the tight delight. Harley began to really moan now with the vibrator on. But just as Harley was preparing to climax Catwoman grabbed Ivy by the hair to stop her,
“Agh! What did I do?” Catwoman went to go get another toy from the wall.
“See this?” Catwoman said looking down at the beautiful red headed tree-hugger. Ivy nodded. It was a strap-on. The dildo looked like an authentic cock! “Harley is quite good at making toys, both for destruction and fun. See this here? It looks and feels like a real mans penis.” She turned it around to show the inside of the strap-on, where a smooth dildo could be seen, “This is the real fascinating part of this strap-on. This part of the dildo may not look like a penis, but it was designed to give the one wearing this pleasure. But it isn’t like a vibrator. The penis part of the strap-on has a bunch of sensors, and whatever is being done to it is simulated through this. If I get a hand-job, the other side of it will give me the equal amount of sexual pleasure a hand job would. If I get vaginal sex then it feels even better. When I have this on it’s like I have a real cock! But we have yet to test it and I think you’re the right one to use it on” Catwoman put it on and began rubbing the synthetic cock. It actually got hard too! “Now you just keep on eating my bitch’s ass while I take you from behind?” Catwoman commanded and she got to he knees and began giving it to Ivy doggy-style. My god, Ivy thought as she returned her tongue to Harley’s sweet ass, it really does feel like a cock!” Catwoman took the punished one (though she seemed to be enjoying it) and pounded hard into her hips. She fucks harder then most men I’ve slept with, Ivy thought as she fingered Harley’s pussy, still licking her little hole. But then things changed for Ivy. Without warning, Catwoman pulled out and shoved her whole cock into her ass. Ivy let out a little yell and Catwoman took her hair,
“Shut up bitch, your gonna take this all the way and like it” Ivy nodded and just sat their grimacing. “Stop gawking, eat her ass you little bitch” Catwoman said as she slapped her ass really hard. Ivy went back to Harley, who was about to climax.
“Oooh god, I love your little tongue in my ass! YES YES, DON’T STOP, I’M CUMMING!” Harley’s body arched and she went limp. However, Catwoman wasn’t finished.
“Now I see why guys love to stick it in girls asses, it feels great!” Catwoman wasn’t being gentle in the littlest way. She pounded relentlessly at Ivy’s stretched hole. Ivy’s tits were bobbing furiously, and Harley was starting to recover. Catwoman wrapped her arms around Ivy’s waist and leaned back, impaling the girl’s ass with her cock. “Harley, why don’t you have some fun with her while she rides me?” Harley nodded and sat in front of Ivy, nibbling at her nipples. She buried her head in her breasts like Robin had done before, while fingering her soaking pussy. Ivy was still in pain, but she could bare it now and quite enjoyed Harleys touch. She was still pissed at Catwoman and intended to get her revenge, but for now she was going to try and make the best of it. Catwoman had her lifted up by the legs and was fucking her asshole with an upward thrust. Harley finally dropped down and began eating Ivy’s delicious pussy. After about 20 minutes of this Ivy had climaxed twice and Catwoman was finally ready. “Oh god, here go!” She gave a good thrust with her whole body and collapsed. Ivy was about to ask where the cum was before she remembered it was just a strap-on. Damn that thing is convincing.
“You may go now,” Catwoman said, panting. Ivy nodded and began to return to her greenhouse. She was ready for some sleep. It had been a long day…

Prologue: Batman was finally back from his battle with Joker, and came to rescue his two companions. He came about 5 hours after Ivy’s run with Catwoman, and apprehended them all. The Joker Boys went to prison, while the three masterminds when to Arkham Asylum. Catwoman wasn’t to put down though, because she got to share a room with Harvey. Well, she wasn’t bothered until she found out she was going to be having duty on the asylum grounds tending to the grass and trees with Ivy, but that’s another story.

End

 

“This is God’s will” Carol said, “and you have been bonded to Reverend Landry and his wife.  You will perform your duties as an obedient child.  Disobedience is a sin just like blasphemy or murder or fornication.  If you commit sin, you will be punished either by God himself or one of his faithful servants.” 

 

Obedelia had not believed that begging would change anything.  She no longer believed she could count on the people at the center to protect her.  Since the rape, she had a new perspective.  Sister Carol had not protected her, had not responded when she had cried out for help.  Despite all the assurances and religious dogma, Sister Carol had had her brought to a private room and then released a man on her and waited outside while he raped her.  Reverend Landry had decided that he wanted more of her and had accepted her as their handmaiden and the administrator had signed her over.  Landry and his wife had not even come to the bonding ceremony.  Obedelia had refused to agree to the posting, but Carol had signed the orders anyway.

 

“The handmaiden is not a wife” Carol continued, “but still she must look to the priesthood for religious leadership.  She must be obedient to the head of the house just as the church is obedient to Jesus.  You are never to be alone with the man of the house.  Dr. Landry will decide the activities of the household and his wife will convey his wishes.  This will include the consummation ceremonies.  He will instruct his wife to prepare for the sacrament and she will bring you to the place of prayer.  Do you understand the proceedings of the sacrament?”  Obedelia nodded without looking up.  “Explain it to me.”  The young girl’s face reddened.  She had heard others recite the catechism in the indoctrination classes, but had never had to speak the words herself.

 

“The joining of a handmaiden is a sacred act” she began.  She could barely manage a whisper.  “With the inspiration of the Spirit, the priesthood calls for the ceremony.  When a wife is barren, she may offer her husband another vessel just as Sara brought Hagar to her husband, the prophet Abraham.  With prayers and the reading of the Holy Word, God is asked to bless the union with fertility.  Then the Handmaiden, lying on her back, joins hands with the wife who kneels beside her, thus showing her blessing of the union.  They wait prayerfully while the man fills the sacred vessel and beseech God to honor their obedience with fruitfulness.”

 

Sister Carol smiled.  The training had taken hold.  “Look” she spoke frankly, “I know you got off to kind of a rocky start with Reverend Landry, but you can put all that behind you now.  Men cannot control themselves, it’s the way they were created, but God will bring a blessing out of the sins that you participated in.  You will be fine now that you are placed here.  Righteousness has been restored.  His wife will take care of you.  She will never leave you alone with her husband, and you will have the honor of bringing them a child.”

 

The limo pulled up in front of the large white house and Sister Carol motioned for Obedelia to get out.  The two young twins Miriam and Angela, Sister Carol’s private assistants and protégées huddled in the corner of the big black car.

 

“Aren’t you coming in with me?” Obedelia asked, “Too introduce me.  I have never met Mrs. Landry.”

 

“You will do fine” Carol forced a smile.  “Go on now dear and blessed be the Fruit.” 

 

It was proper for the director to insure that the accommodations for the Handmaidens were appropriate.  It was her responsibility to meet with both the husband and the wife and explain their responsibilities toward caring for the girls, but she was anxious to be leaving.  The entire mess with Obedelia had been on the verge of turning disastrous since she had first met with Landry, but now it was coming together.  His check had cleared the bank and the money was safely in her personal account.  Talk of the breeding ceremony always aroused her.  She could visualize the tall well built man lifting and spreading Obedelia’s legs.  The young girl would squirm, probably cry, but in the end, he would impregnate her.  The mental image sent a shiver though the administrator’s loins.  She was anxious to put the twins to work.

 

Obedelia carried the small carpet bag of her possessions up the steps to the front door of the house.  The shear size of the house was intimidating.  At first, the memory of what had happened less than a week ago seemed to be something from her distant past.  With each step, the memory of what the Reverend had done to her became clearer in her mind.  By the time she reached the door she was trembling, almost crying.  She wanted to run away, but she knew she would be brought back and it would be harder for her then.  She reached for the door knocker.

 

“What are you doing coming to the front door in that…?” the door flew open and a middle aged woman grabbed Obedelia’s arm and yanked her roughly through the door.  “What do you think the neighbors will think?  You think maybe they don’t know what that bright orange outfit means.  You think I want everyone and there dog to know that we have opened our home to a… well, you know.”

 

“I’m sorry” Obedelia moved one step closer to crying.  “Sister Carol could not come with me…”

 

“No” the woman replied more calmly.  “I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t expect someone like you to know what it’s like to live in proper society.  I’m sorry, I’m Magdalene Landry.”  Her voice had calmed down quickly.  It showed she had a lot of experience turning shutting down verbal outbursts that she might regret later.  “Come with me I will show you to your quarters.”

 

“This is Dr. Landry’s study” Magdalene explained as they passed a large set of double doors.  “He may wish to meet with you privately, and in here from time to time.” 

 

“I am not permitted…” Obedelia’s was whispering and she cut off mid sentence when she realized that the Mistress was not listening. 

 

They walked through the main rooms of the house to the back stairs.  The front stairs off of the main entrance lead to the same second story, but it was clear that she was not expected to go up and down that way.  At the top of the stairs Magdalene opened a door into a small room.

 

“This will be your room” Magdalene gestured for Obedelia to enter.  “We have modified the house so you have direct access to the guest bathroom.”  Obedelia’s was only half paying attention.  She was staring at the bed. It was a small twin bed affair, pushed against the center of one wall.  What caught her imagination was the heavy wooden posts had been added at the corners in the center of the room.  They were anchored to the floor and ceiling with heavy metal rings mounted several feet above the bed itself.  “Yes” Magdalene answered the unasked question, “That’s where he’s going to fuck you.”

 

“Madam, I don’t know how to say this,” Obedelia began cautiously.  “I need to tell you.  Your husband raped me.”  She just blurted it out.  She was expecting shock, possibly disbelief.  Instead Mrs. Landry just shook her head and looked at Obedelia as if she were a naive little girl.

 

“He only raped you because you disobeyed him” Magdalene said.  “I understand you were probably not prepared, but there will be no more of that now.  My husband is a gentle man.  I have never given him cause to be rough with me.  A man can develop a taste for such things if he finds it necessary to discipline his women.  That will not happen.  You will do as you are told do we understand each other?”

 

“No” Obedelia almost sobbed.  “We have to do this by the rules.  The ceremony must be followed or I’m nothing but a whore.”  Magdalene just looked at her with pity for her complete ignorance.

 

“That is exactly what you are” Magdalene said finally.  “Specifically, you’re my husbands whore.  He bought you from that center place.  He will provide you with food, clothing, and shelter; all of the things that you need to live. Essentially he will pay all of your expenses and in exchange, you will bend over and spread you legs whenever he tells you to.  He doesn’t love you.  He never will.  He’s going to fuck you because he enjoys using a woman’s cunt.  You have sold your body.  He will breed you and you will give us a child, and when we are done with you, you will go on to your next John.  Then you will be fucked again by someone who doesn’t care about you.” 

 

Tears rolled down the side of Obedelia’s face.  She couldn’t believe she was hearing this.  The words broke her far more than being forced to bend over the conference table and used had.

 

“My husband will be home early tonight” Magdalene continued.  “I am sure he will want to use you.  Take a shower and put on one of the satin robes in the cabinet.  I assume you know how to lie down for a man.” She turned to go but paused at the door.  “My husband likes bare pussies.  Irma will be up to shave you directly.”

 

Magdalene closed the door.  Obedelia sagged against the wooden post at the end of the bed and slid down to the mattress.  It was firm, almost hard.  She just sat there, not sure what to do.  She wanted to cry, to run, to hide under the bed.  Nothing would change what was ahead for her.  Most of all she was scared, too scared to cry.  She was afraid of the pain, afraid of dieing, afraid of living.  If she could think of a way to do it, she would have killed herself to escape the fear.

 

“Girl what are you doing?” the large black woman came into the room carrying a tray.  “You just sitting there; Landry, he going to be home any minute, and you not ready.”

 

“I can’t” Obedelia said.  “I just can’t do it.”

 

“You ain’t got nothing to say about it” Irma continued.  “You had a choice before you became one of those Handmaiden things, but you made that choice.  You here now and you best get your ass off that bed and cleaned up and ready.”

 

Irma was short, probably in here late fifties weighted maybe two fifty.  With one hand she pulled Obedelia off the bed by one arm and propelled her toward the door at the end of the room.

 

“You get your ass in that shower and be quick about it” Irma said.  “You be sure and wash your hole good.  I got to shave your hair and I don’t like shaving dirty pussy.”

 

Obedelia stripped in the bathroom.  It was a small room with only the bare essentials; toilet, sink and shower.  The shower nozzle was mounted on the end of a hose to allow her to focus the water up between her lips.

 

The water was cold, and it brought her out of her melancholy mood and it pushed her to finish quickly.  She toweled off and pulled the shower curtain aside.  Irma was waiting for her.

 

“Well, come on girl” Irma said looking at the young girl’s crotch.  “Looks like this won’t take long.”  She half lead, half dragged Obedelia back to the bed and told her to get in position.  Obedelia was reddening from embarrassment.  At the center none of the girls was ever exposed.  Modesty was taught and enforced.  Irma treated the entire affair as if she were grooming the family dog.

 

Irma pulled on latex gloves and again told Obedelia to get into position and motioned for her to put her legs up against the wooden posts at the end of the bed.  The young Handmaiden was not certain what to do but followed instruction.  The old woman was mercifully quick, rubbing the shaving lather into the thin pubic hair on the girls mound and over her lips.  The safety razor moved quickly and in less than a minute Obedelia’s bottom looked like it had when she was six.  Finally Irma pushed the girl’s legs forward and inspected the area between her cheeks.  Her asshole was bare and did not need shaving.  Her work finished Irma collected her things.

 

“I slipped you some olive oil from the kitchen” the old woman said pressing small vile into the young girl’s hand.  “Master Landry can be a bit rough when he gets going.  No sense you getting sore on the first day.”

 

The entire event happened so fast and Irma approached the activity with such confidence that Obedelia did not protest.  Protesting did not occur to her.  It reminded her again about loosing her virginity.  Her boyfriend had assured her it would be alright and he had spoken with such assurance that she had not thought to question it.  It had been alright for him.  He had mounted her, popped her cherry and then confessed to his mother that he had fucked his girl friend.  The ladies of the church had called her a whore and she had been taken away, to “Protect” other young men from her tempting influences.  If she had not been fertile she would have gone to the mines and probably be dead.  Now she stood naked in front of the mirror she was mortified by what Irma had done to her.  It was a level of exposure that mortified her.  Tears filled her eyes at her loss of modesty.  She threw the bottle of dark oil in the trash can beside the bed fantasizing that Magdalene or her husband might find it and she could tell them that Irma had given it to her.  Lubricants during the ceremony were strictly forbidden.

 

She dressed in her bright orange robes and paced around the room.  She was too nervous to sit.  In her mind she envisioned the ceremony that she had been taught was sacred.  She switched off the lights in the room.  It would be to dark to see anything soon.  She would close her eyes and wait for it to be over.  It didn’t matter that she hated Landry.  He would impregnate her and then she would never have to submit to him again.  For months at the center she had heard what an honor it was to give a man and woman a child and how God blessed her for her fruitful service.  It would be over soon.

 

“What are you doing” Magdalene came through the door and snapped on the light.  “You stupid girl, get ready.”  Obedelia jumped up, confused by the outburst.  “My husband is home and he wants to take you before dinner.”  The mistress crossed the room and pulled open the cabinet.  She grabbed one of the orange gowns off the hanger and threw it in the girl’s face.  “Put this on quickly.  Didn’t they teach you anything at that center? No underwear and hurry.”

 

The gown she was given was the deep orange color that all Handmaidens wore, but it was not the tight fitting dress that she had been given at the center.  It was silky, smooth and loose fitting.  It hung only slightly past her knees and the neck was looser; even the sleeves hung open.  Obedelia did not know what to do.  She considered refusing, but the last time she had refused Landry he had ripped her dress off and raped her.  That was before she had been bonded to the family.  She didn’t want to think about what would happen if she fought him on this.  She changed quickly.  At the last minute she retrieved the bottle of olive oil from the trash can and rubbed it on her labia.  Landry would probably enjoy hurting her and Magdalene had cautioned against that.

 

Mr. and Mrs. Landry came in together.  Mrs. Landry grabbed Obedelia’s arm and pulled her toward the foot of the bed.  It was obvious that she want this to be over quickly.

 

“No” Obedelia wailed.  “Please, not without the ceremony.  Please…”

 

“Shut up and get on your back” Magdalene commanded.

 

“Wait” Landry laid a hand on his wife’s shoulder.  “It isn’t often that someone wants me to preach to them.  She wants a service, we can oblige her.”

 

“Thank you” Obedelia sniffed.  “I’m not a whore.  We have to read the scriptures and pray.”

 

“Kneel down beside the bed” Reverend Landry instructed.  “We will pray that you will be worthy of what we’re going to do to you.

 

“So after Abram had been living in Canaan ten years, Sarai his wife took her Egyptian maidservant Hagar and gave her to her husband to be his wife. 4 He slept with Hagar, and she conceived.” 

Landry read from the Bible in his pocket.  “Do you understand what that means?” he asked.  Obedelia was trembling.  “His wife invited him to fuck her little slave girl.  Do you think Hagar opened her legs willingly, or do you thing maybe they tied her down so that the old man could pump her?”  Landry reached down and gripped Obedelia by the back of the neck.  “Bow your head.  You’re going to pray as I lead you.  Dearest God…”

 

“Dearest God” Obedelia repeated.  Her lower lip was trembling and tears were streaming down her face.

 

“Bless me with a wet pussy and a tight cunt so that I might be a joy to the man who is going to fuck me” Landry continued.

 

“Ouch, you’re hurting me…” she cried.  Landry tightened his grip on her neck when she did not continue the prayer.

 

“Say it” Landry demanded.

 

“Bless me with at wet pussy” she sobbed, “so that I might be a joy to the man who is going to… going to…  Ouch… going to fuck me.”

 

“Amen” Landry concluded.

 

“Let’s get her opened up” Magdalene said.

 

The two of them lifted her up off her knees and dumped her on her back at the foot of the narrow bed.  Landry watched as his wife brought the strap from under the bed and secured the girls wrists.  The ropes ran to the base of the beams at the foot of the bed.  Landry tightened the straps that held her body from sliding up on the bed.

 

“Please you don’t need to tie me up” Obedelia begged.  “I won’t fight you…”

 

“Of course you won’t” Magdalene replied.  “Little bitch like you.  I’ll bet you like getting fucked and you don’t care if it’s your husband or not do you.”  Obedelia let out a cry as Landry lifted her ankles and held her feet in position against the posts for his wife to secure.

 

“Oh my” Landry said staring at the young bare crotch.  “Isn’t she beautiful?”  Magdalene kissed her husband and then dropped to her knees and began to undo his belt.  She gently took out his penis.  He was fully erect, but still she went to work with her mouth.

 

It was the first time Obedelia had ever really seen him.  She understood now while the rape had been so painful.  She had never imagined that a woman would open her mouth for man.  The scene, the man’s leering eyes on her pussy, the humiliation of having her legs tied open, watching Magdalene sucking his penis, all of it was more than she could take.  Something snapped in her and she started struggling against the restraints.

 

“Please don’t” she begged.  “Please let me go please…”

 

“Fuck her” Magdalene said rising from her knees.  The mistress stepped to the side of the bed and grabbed Obedelia’s head in her hands and tried to restrain her from struggling.  Reverend Landry put his hands against the girl’s thighs and force her legs open.  He got his hips between her knees and bent over her sliding his hands along her thighs and up across her belly moving the thin gown up as he went.  His hands grabbed her bra and ripped it open so he could grope her tits while he fucked her.

 

“I’ve been dreaming about this since the last time I fucked you” Landry said.  As his weight came down on her it restrained her movements and allowed him to get his penis into position for penetration.

 

Obedelia gasped as he forced the head of his cock between her lips into her hole.  He pushed deep into her and began pumping her slowly.  She cried like a baby but he took no notice.  Whether she wanted it or not didn’t matter to him; he was going to breed her.  There was nothing she could do to stop it, nothing she could do to make it happen faster.  She lay there wracked with sobs while he used her.

 

By the time he finished the fight was gone out of her.  Possibly if she hadn’t been so drained she would have realized what they were doing in time to kick free, but before she knew it they had tied her ankles together and connected another rope that hung from the ceiling.  Landry tightened it, lifting her hips up off the bed.

 

“What are you doing?” she cried when she realized what they had done to her.

 

“This will keep the semen in you” Magdalene said.  “Irma will let you down in the morning.

 

“You can’t leave me like this” she cried, but she was wrong.

 

Obedelia cried herself to sleep while Dr. and Mrs. Landry went down to dinner, went for a stroll around the neighborhood and finally retired. 

 

She was awakened in the middle of the night by noises coming from through the wall.  At first she wasn’t sure what it was, but as the fog cleared from her brain, she realized that the Reverend was fucking his wife.  Magdalene had been aroused by the previous evening’s activities, and she was finally getting release.

 

“Oh my god” Magdalene cried.  “That was incredible… wait… wait, why don’t you go finish in your new little bitch.  She can always use another load.”

 

Magdalene had accepted the situation.  Her husband had been concerned that she would feel jealousy, and he had been right, until she had seen the way her husband treated the girl.  It was obvious that he didn’t love her.  Watching the way he used her, it was obvious that he would never love her.  The young girl with her skinny little waist and her perky tits would never be a challenge to the wife’s position.  She was just a hole for him to rub his cock in and a womb to produce children.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“The research was done in British Columbia” Calvin replied calmly.  His calm voice and relaxed manner only served to fuel her anger.  The facts were on his side, and they both knew it although she was struggling to deny it.  The research article implied that over sixty percent of the men in North America were sterile and that meant that her position, as head of the handmaiden center, her philosophy, and her teachings were all bogus.  His calm in the face of her personal crisis was infuriating.  “It’s probably the most pristine place on the planet.  The research is sound, and we both know what it means.”

 

“You don’t know anything.” Carol tried to control the anger that was taking control of her but anger was all that was to protecting her from the fear that was taking over.  “Pregnancy, the fruit, is all a miraculous gift from our Father in Heaven.  These statistics are all meaningless.  A husband and wife pray for a child, and if they are in earnest, God blesses the breeding process.  We only position handmaidens with God fearing couples and it is God who grants the miracle of fruit…”  It was his look that silenced her.  She was quoting from her lesson plans.  It was one of the lectures that she gave the young girls that were found to be fertile.  It was intended to convince them that submitting to a strange man while his wife held her down was an honorable, even religious act.  Time and again she had heard the questions.  ‘If God makes you pregnant, why can’t God make the wife pregnant?  Why does it matter if we are fertile?  Why, why, always why...’

 

“We both know what really happens” Cal continued in his calm voice.  “We sell these bitches to the couples who can afford them.  The husbands use them as whores for a few months and then the wife sneaks them off to one of those underground breeding centers where some man mounts them, rapes them, and knocks them up.  How many of your bitches have to cut their wrists before we can start preparing them for the reality of their lives?”

 

“Get out” Carol screamed.  She could control her rage no longer.  “Get out!”  It didn’t matter that he was the director of the center; her boss.  He knew better than to refer to her girls as whores.  “We don’t sell them.  We ask the couples to make a contribution to show their commitment.  If they cannot contribute to the center, they cannot afford to raise the child that God will bless them with.  Our program is blessed by the church…”  The last two sentences were shouted at his back and then at the closed door to her office respectively. 

 

She turned and slammed the palm of her hand on the intercom.  “Miriam, you and your sister get in her.”  She slumped back into the huge office chair and kicked off her shoes.  She slid forward in the seat and put her feet up on the desk.  She was just pulling off her panties when the back door of the office opened and the two young twins came in.  The girls stepped nervously around the desk.  They knew what was expected of them.  “Come on Miriam; you take the bottom.”  She reached out for the girl’s hand and pulled her forward as she pulled her foot out of the underwear leaving the silken undergarment hanging from her left ankle.

 

“Ah… I’m Miriam” the girl in the back stammered.  They were identical twins and Carol said she could not tell them apart.  The truth was she never tried.  She really didn’t care what their names were.  They were both barren little cunts.  They hardly mattered.  They had been brought to the center when they were prepubescent girls.  They should have been sent to the mines to work, but Carol had taken a fancy to them and argued that they might begin to ovulate if they were allowed to mature.  She had put them to work as office assistants.  She had tried to convince herself that it was all legitimate, but from the first time Carol had seen the young girls in their night gowns, she had felt her pussy getting moist.

 

Carol had kept her hands off the girls for nearly a week before she gave in to her needs.  Carol was not naturally lesbian, and to get off she always thought about being fucked by a man, but still she loved the feeling of the small young fingers touching her breasts and pussy.  Sometimes she even made one of the girls hold a dildo in her mouth and fuck her with it.  Most of all she loved the hesitant lips sucking her, licking her, kissing her.  The girls hated servicing her, and at first she had to force them, break their will, but that had been almost a year ago.  Now they performed without argument.  They knew the consequences of refusal. 

 

“Well don’t just stand there” Carol said as she began unbuttoning the dark blue blouse and taking out her breast.  Angela was on her hands and knees crawling under the desk to begin work on the older woman’s pussy.  Miriam stepped forward and helped her master with the buttons. 

 

Carol closed her eyes and let the stimulation push away the bad feeling that Calvin had left her with.  Being masturbated by the girls gave her release, and she considered it less sinful than to play with herself.  It was far more relaxing than alcohol and in her position, much easier to come by.  She put one hand on each of the two heads servicing her and pressed then hard against her as she groaned.  She wasn’t actually aroused yet, but she knew she would be feeling it soon.  In her mind she visualized men shoving huge cocks into a tiny young pussy.  She could almost hear the girl screaming as the men took turns with her pussy and asshole.  The fantasy was hard core, but she needed it get off.  The girl between her thighs squirmed.  She was pressing her young face against her flesh so hard, the child could barely breathe.  Carol didn’t care. 

 

She forced them to keep on her until she came.  The trembling went through her like a wave hitting the beach.  She could feel he cunt muscles spasm and she knew she was flushing. She forced the girl’s mouth against her vaginal opening.  The girl was gagging on the juice.  She release the one at her breast to uses both hands to hold the young head against her cunt.

 

And then it was over.  “Get out” Carol pushed the girls away.  It always seemed that the stronger the orgasm, the more disgusted she felt with herself afterwards.  The two girls knew better than to wait around to be told twice.  Their bare feet made soft clapping sound against the marble floor of the office as they ran out the back door.  Carol closed her bra and buttoned the blouse of her dark blue uniform all the way up to the neck.  She opened the side drawer of her desk and pulled several tissues from the box to dry her pussy before replacing her underwear.  She sprayed the air freshener around the room and then put a couple of shots from the aerosol can up under her dress.  She allowed herself the brief hope that it would cover the musky sent of sex that filled the office.

 

She had a very stressful job.  God demanded a lot of her.  She rationalized that she could only do her best if she could focus.  It was Calvin’s fault that she had had to do this.  He had upset her with the words of sinful unbelievers.  The sin was on his head.  She would pray and repent again just in case God did not see it as she did, but she told herself that was not really necessary.  Calvin was the one who needed grace.

 

Carol was just getting back to work when her PDA chimed reminding her of the appointment she had taken for three o’clock.   “Damn” she swore.  She had forgotten to ask Sister Lydia to take her Righteousness class that afternoon.  Normally she taught the afternoon commandments class, but Dr. Landry had asked to meet with her and she had forgotten to ask Lydia to take over for her.

 

The handmaidens were supposed to get a minimum of sixty hours of study and directed prayer before they were sent to their first assignments.  Lately she had been keeping them at the center for almost twice the required indoctrination.  Problems with the first timers had prompted her to increase the intensity and duration of religious training.  She believed that the religious training was the answer.  If the girls prayed; if they really believed in the Savior, then they would see their place and the spirit would make them obedient, but it wasn’t working.  There had been three attempted suicides just last month; one had nearly succeeded.  One of the girls had been pregnant and had miscarried.

 

“Lydia,” Carol hit the intercom button only a second before she spoke the name of her assistant.  “Be sure to emphasize obedience in your lesson this afternoon.”

 

“Ah… Pardon me” the timid voice from the box on the desk showed surprise.

 

“When you do my class this afternoon, I want you to be sure to emphasize obedience” Carol replied sternly.  “Make sure they understand the importance of the ceremony and the reverence that must be shown to the scripture reading and the prayers.  They need to understand how the intercourse is special, sacred.  Be sure to focus attention on Ruth and that other bitch she is always hanging out with.  They really need to be put in their place.”

 

“I’m sorry” Lydia asked.  “My class is on Wednesdays.”

 

“Oh Lydia” Carol sounded disgusted.  “Please don’t tell me you forgot.  Last week… I asked you to take my class this afternoon.  You said you would.  Please tell me you have the material prepared.”

 

“Oh… Of course, Sister Carol” Lydia was obviously lying to cover her perceived ineptitude.  “I have my material right here.  In fact, I was just headed over.”

 

“Stupid cow” Carol whispered as she released the intercom button. 

 

She was still waving her hands through the air trying to spread the air freshener when her secretary knocked on the door to announce her three o’clock.  Carol was expecting a man and his wife.  It was presumed that the wife was infertile and the couple wanted to fulfill Gods commandment and have children.  Following the example of the Prophet Abraham, they were here for the initial interview about accepting a handmaiden.  The girl would receive the seed of the man and give them a child.  The fact that the child was not the genetic offspring of the woman really didn't matter.  The Bible made that clear.

 

Reverend Landry was a tall nice looking gentleman.  His dark suit reflected his religious profession, but the fine material and the superbly tailored fit indicated that he definitely had not taken a vow of poverty.  His hair was growing fashionably gray at the temples.  It was so perfect, that Carol was almost positive that cosmetics were involved in producing the distinguished effect.

 

“My wife will not be able to join us” Landry announced in response to Sister Carol’s inquisitive look.  “She is tied up at the parsonage with a church budgetary meeting.”

 

“That is unfortunate” Carol replied nervously.  “We feel that the selection of a handmaiden must be a joint decision.  I am afraid we will not be able to…”

 

“My wife and I live a Bible centered marriage” Landry interrupted.  “Magdalene is obedient to my decisions as Paul said it should be.  She will accept my choice as God commands her to do.”

 

“Still” Carol joined.  “We have rules, and I am afraid it just won’t be possible…”

 

“In Christ, all things are possible” Landry interrupted.  He reached inside his jacket and took out an envelope and laid it on the desk.  “We believe very strongly in the Christian work you do at the center.  We feel called by God to make a substantial contribution to support your work.”  Carol almost gasped when she peaked into the envelope and saw the amount on the check.  She also noticed that the signature block remained blank.  “I was hoping that a certain amount of flexibility might be exercised in my case.”  Reverend Landry smiled warmly.

 

“Well…” Carol forced a nervous smile.  “I don’t suppose it would hurt to look at the candidates that we have available.  I will need to meet with your wife before the final selection is made, but I see no harm in talking.”  She opened the manila folder and began handing over resumes to the doctor. 

 

Each candidate’s documents included a picture of the woman, and a few specific about age, fertility verification techniques and experience.  Landry focused on the pictures looking only briefly at each.  Carol could not stop herself from glancing, or even staring, at the small white envelop that lay on the corner of her desk.  It was so much money, and the center needed it so badly.  Landry separated out three candidates from the two dozen that he reviewed. Each was young; this would be their first assignment.  None had had children before.  Fertility had been verified by ovulation testing.  He reviewed the three candidates and then selected one.

 

“Could I meet this one?” Landry said handing back the dossier.  “I’d like to pray with her.”

 

“Oh, I don’t think… Possibly if your wife…” Sister Carol was at a loss and she knew she was babbling.  What he was asking was beyond an exception.  Normally she ruled the selection process with an iron hand.  Usually she interviewed the applicants and made the selections with very little consideration of the desires of the applicants.  Reverend Landry had her off guard.  His charming smile and persuasive manner had caused her to do things that she would normally not consider.  The applicants never got to meet the handmaidens until the sealing ceremony, and the men were never allowed to be alone with the girls even during the intercourse.  The rules were very clear but the check in the envelope on the side of her desk was a major factor.  He had shown how far he was willing to go, but until he signed it he had given up nothing.  She needed to get back on top of things.

 

“Obedelia is an excellent young woman” Carol tried to compose herself.  “She is healthy and fertile.  She will produce children you will be proud of.”  Carol was staling, trying to think of what to do.  “I don’t suppose it would hurt for you to talk to her.  I will send for her.  Possibly you might make your contribution official while we wait.”  She took the check out of the envelope and pushed it across the table toward him with one hand offering him a pen with the other.

 

“Oh certainly” he said taking the pen.  “Do you have a private chapel where I might pray with her?  Often young people are uncomfortable praying in public.  One’s faith is such a private matter.”  He held the pen waiting for her answer.  “I have made this out to you personally” he explained.  “I was not certain which of the center’s funds should receive the contribution.  I assume you will be able to distribute it into the appropriate accounts.”

 

He had spelled out the ground rules clearly.  He wanted to be alone with Obedelia.  That was the condition on which he would sign the check.  Carol knew it was a violation of every rule the center had, but she wanted the money.  She glanced over at the check in front of the Reverend who was poised to affix his signature.  She read ‘Pay to the Order of Carol Martin’ on the top line.

 

“We have a small interview room that you can use” she said.  “It’s quiet there.  You won’t be disturbed.”  The pen touched the paper and the signature made it official as Carol touched the intercom and asked her secretary to have Obedelia brought to interview room 3.

 

The interview rooms were at the end of the north wing.  That section of the complex was nearly deserted.  Carol had selected the location in the hopes that no one would notice what she was permitting.  She was not concerned about the good minister.  He was after all a man of God, but the one thing she did not want was anyone asking questions about the variations in procedures.  He could have his little prayer with Obedelia; she would have the contribution and all would be well as long as no one started spreading rumors. 

 

She was already thinking about what she would do with funds he had so generously offered.  She and the center both needed the money.  The church's support for the center was minimal, and when she complained of shortages, all she got form the bishop was “the Lord will provide.”  Her situation was little better.  She was paid, but her salary was far less than the stress of the job merited.  She deserved more.  The Lord was providing, and she was not going to get in the way of the Lord’s will.

 

Obedelia was waiting nervously in interview room 3 when they arrived.  Nervous was an understatement.  She was terrified.  Sister Carol believed in strict discipline and corporal punishment was both severe and brutal.  The young girl did not know what she had done.  She prayed both long and earnestly for forgiveness for her sins.  She tried to follow every rule of the center to the letter.  Unlike most of the others, she really believed that God had brought her to the center to give her a second chance at salvation.  She did not know what she had done this time but she had been told by other girls at the center that being guilty was a loosely defined term.  She also understood that the only part of a woman’s body that was required to be functional was her vagina and womb.  There were stories of girls who had had their fingers cut off to prevent them from masturbating.  She jumped up as the door opened.

 

“Rejoice Obedelia, God has blessed you” Carol said as she opened the door.  “This is Reverend Landry, and the spirit has moved us to understand that it is Heavenly Father’s will that you be joined with his family.”

 

“Blessed be the fruit” Obedelia said without taking her eyes off the floor.  She breathed a sigh of relief, but she was still shaking from the fear induced adrenalin rush.

 

Landry stepped into the doorway but did not move far enough into the room to allow Sister Carol to follow him in.  The room was small and much of the space was occupied by the conference table in the center of the room.  He eyed the young girl carefully and then closed the door excluding Sister Carol from the interview.

 

He stepped forward and put his hand on Obedelia’s shoulder, then moved up her neck and lifted her chin.  He stared at her face momentarily and then his eyes moved down her body.

 

“Perhaps Sister Carol was premature” he said.  “I have not actually accepted you as my concubine.  I wanted to meet with you before making a decision.”

 

Obedelia opened her mouth to explain that she was a handmaiden and not a concubine, but thought better of it and said nothing.  His hand holding her face up made her nervous.  His eyes running up and down between her hips and breasts terrified her.

 

“We are looking for a woman who will be comfortable in a God fearing home” he said.  “We believe that God intended people to live as the Bible teaches.  My wife is obedient to the priesthood as the scriptures command her.  You will be obedient as well.  We would prefer that your obedience be given willingly.”  He paused as he turned her head to the side and pushed his thumb between her lips and forced her to open her mouth.  He was looking at her teeth and down her throat.

 

“Yes sir” she mumbled when he finally finished inspecting her mouth and released her jaw.  She was not certain he had wanted an answer.  His face was hard a stone and she could not read if she was expected to answer.

 

“You will be staying with us after you’re impregnated” he explained.  “We will want to supervise your diet, your lifestyle and your prayers during the pregnancy.  We want to insure that our child is brought into a Christian world.”  His hands moved around the back of her neck and his fingers went up the back of her head feeling the shape of her scalp, her ears and the bone structure of her face.  “After God gives us our child, we will want your milk.  God ordained that a woman’s body should feed infants and we believe it is sacrilege to defy God’s plan.  You will pump your breasts and my wife will bottle feed the child.  You don’t look like you’ve got much in the way of tits.”  It was almost an accusation.  He pulled her head up by her hair and looked into her eyes as if expecting an explanation, or at least an apology for the size of her breasts.

 

“Ah… I’m young” she stammered.  “My mother and my sister both developed… well you know… later.”  His left hand griped the back of her neck and his put his right on her breast and began feeling her.  She almost screamed.  “NO… Stop” she commanded and grabbed his wrist with both of her hands attempting to pull him off her.

 

“Open your blouse” he commanded.  He released her breast but tightened the grip on her neck painfully.  “I want to see your chest.”

 

“No” she whined.  “It is not permitted.  I can’t do that.  Please…”

 

He released her neck.  Instead his fingers forced their way into the tight collar of the bright orange dress that all handmaidens wore.  He gripped the material and ripped the front of her dress open to her navel.  The cloth screamed as it tore down the back as well.  Buttons flew in all directions.  She frantically tried to close the torn fabric as she attempted to back away from him.

 

She backed into the table, its edge hitting her thighs just below her ass.  He moved with her stepping up to her stopping her retreat and pinning her in place.  His fingers pulled the shoulder straps of her bra down her arms pealing the cups off her breasts.

 

“Your nipples will need work” he said as he continued groping her.  “It’s important for an infant to have something solid to suck.”

 

“Mm… Mmm…” She tried desperately to call for help, but his hand clamped over her mouth stifling her screams.  She struggled, but the remnants of the bra and the long sleeved dress pinned her arms to her side.

 

“Shh…” he said calmly.  He brought his face up against her cheek and whispered in her ear.  “I bought you today.  Just like Abraham bought his little Egyptian slave girl, you have been bought and paid for.  You belong to me and I’m going to fuck you.  Nothing you do can change that.  If you scream, if you struggle, it’ll just be more painful.”

 

He turned her around and forced her to bend over the table, his chest pressed against her back holding her in place.  His hands grabbed the sides of the torn fabric of the back of her dress and ripped it down past her ass.  She shifted and twisted under him.  The fabric of the dress and her under pants tangled her legs making it impossible for her to struggle effectively.

 

“I have been with my wife for nine year” he explained.  She felt his hot breath on the back of her neck.  “I like to fuck, but god, the same pussy over and over for nine years.”  He unzipped his pants and took out his penis while he talked to her.  “And there are things I have always wanted to do to a woman that a man just shouldn’t do to his wife.”  His finger worked into the folds of her pussy and forced there way into her spreading her juice and getting her hole ready.

 

She stopped struggling and her attempted screams and cries for help had degenerated into sobs.  She cried out in pain as his cock forced its way into her.  This was only the third time she had ever experienced intercourse.  Her boyfriend’s mother had caught them in his bedroom and brought the women from the church to examine her.  The old ladies had had held her down and pulled her legs open while that old crone stuck a finger into her cunt.  The old woman had shaken her head indicating that the young girl had given up her virginity.  That was the end of her life as she had known it.  She was no longer considered fit for a proper Christian boy to marry.  From that moment on, she had lost control of her own destiny.

 

The Reverend Landry was humping her hard; humping her from the back like a dog.  She had been taught that this position was vile.  It was a sin against God to take it like this.  He told her to be a good little bitch and hold still for him.  She obeyed because she had no choice.  Suddenly she felt him slam into her hard.  Her whole body was thrust forward.  His legs were shaking.  His hands gripped her shoulders painfully.  It took her a few seconds to realize what it meant.  By then it was over and he lifted off her dragging his penis out of her like a stiff rope.

 

Sister Carol had not intended to leave them alone.  She had expected to be present while the Reverend conducted the interview.  She had started to protest when the door closed in her face and she realized that he was not listening to her.  She was not at all sure how she now found herself in the hallway separated by a windowless door.  She had permitted a man to be alone with one of her girls.  She told herself that it was only a minor infraction of the rules.  He was after all a man of the cloth; a minister in God's church.  He could certainly be trusted.

 

She almost opened the door when she heard the first of Obedelia’s screams.  She had rationalized that the girl was probably laughing.  A handmaiden laughing was frowned upon, but not strictly a cause for alarm.  The alternative would have been to open the door and see what was going on.  If it was as she feared, there would be questions.  How had a man been permitted to be alone with a young girl at the center?  He had given her a great deal of money and she had allowed him to get access the girl.  She would be seen as having pimped out the little bitch.  At best she would be fired from her post.  She would be disgraced, excommunicated from the church; at worst, she may be facing jail.  Suddenly the full implications of her situation hit her and she took her hand off the door handle as if it were hot.

 

She prayed that she had not heard what she thought she had heard.  She willed Obedelia to be quiet and relieve her of responsibility to take action, but the girl would not be quiet.  The noises shifted from screams to cries for help and then sobbing.  There were other sounds too; the creaking of furniture, the man grunting.  Carol desperately wanted to ignore what she knew was happening on the other side of the door.  She thought of the check that was made out to her.  She focused on it, willing her brain to ignore the auditory input from her ears.

 

Suddenly the door opened.  Reverend Landry stood there pulling up the zipper on his suit pants.  Behind him Obedelia slid off the table onto the floor in a heap line like a gallon of spilled honey.  She held her face in her hands sobbing silently and trying to cover naked body with the remains of her orange uniform dress.

 

“Yes” Landry said.  “I have decided to take her.  Have her delivered to the parsonage on Thursday.”

 

“Thursday… Well you see she hasn’t finished her training just yet…” Carol mumbled unable to take her eyes off the pathetic young girl on the floor.

 

“Training” Landry laughed.  “What you need to show her how to lie on her back and spread her legs.  Don’t worry about it.  I’ll take her as she is; Thursday… preferably before three.”  With that he pushed past her and strode away down the hallway.

 

Carol stared for the longest time trying to comprehend how things could possibly have gone so wrong.  When no answers came she shifted to what she was going to do about the situation.

 

“What have you done?” Carol said finally running forward and kneeling beside Obedelia.

 

The young girl looked up at Sister Carol with red eyes and a tear stained face.  “What have I done?  He raped me.”

 

“No” Sister Carol said.  “You tricked him into following you down here.  Once you had him alone, you attempted to seduce him.  You tried to bring out his baser nature and force him to have intercourse with you, but Reverend Landry is an honorable man and wouldn’t commit this sin.  When he refused you, you tore your clothes off and concocted this story about something that didn’t happen.”

 

Obedelia looked up at Sister Carol.  Her face cloaked in hurt and betrayal.  Ever since she had been brought to the center, Sister Carol and the other administrators had promised the handmaidens that they were there to protect them.  They were promised that the center and the church that stood behind the center were there as the shield to protect the young girls against the things that men would do to them.  The handmaidens were all fertile young women who had foolishly given up their virginity out of wedlock.  Now they would never be accepted by any except the basest of men.  No God fearing Christian man would have them since they had proven themselves unworthy.  For months now she had been forced to pray and thank God for this second chance.

 

Obedelia knew that Sister Carol had had her brought to this remote place in the complex.  She had brought a man to her and then left her alone with him so he could use her.  Sister Carol had waited outside the door listening to her cries for help and had waited while he fucked her.

 

“Yes” Obedelia said.  “I have sinned.  I will pray for forgiveness.  I deserve to be punished.”

 

“We all make mistakes” Carol said.  “Do not add bearing false witness to your sins.  No one would believe your word over his and mine anyway.”  Obedelia nodded.  She became aware of the hot semen running out of her vagina over her thigh and onto the floor.  “It will be okay” Carol continued.  “He wants you despite your attempts to corrupt him.  He is a man of God and he will help you.  You will have your first assignment with him and his wife.  Once you are in his home, his wife will look after you; take care of you.  She will insure that the ceremony is strictly adhered to.  Go clean yourself up.  Hurry now, evening prayers will start in a few moments and you don’t want to be late.”

 

Sister Carol was absent from prayers that evening.  Miriam and Angela were also absent.

 The hammer blow followed, "Remember when I tried the other day to unsay my answer to Ginny when she said 'I wonder what it feels like' my mind flew back a while" she said, I said "and mine did" I thought it might have, said she. Though you were only small, remember? I'd asked you to always bring your 'Ruff' (My dogs name) up for a morsel of food because of rationing? You always did, 'course this was as I was getting separated from your uncle. Remember? I nodded an affimative. You were there when I had a head on over some comments your uncle had said in parting for the last time, blaming Ginny for the break up. Fumming I was smoothing your Ruff on the head when he pushed forward making his nose go up my skirt and touched my knickers with his cold nose while his tongue licked out each side at my thighs.

 I pushed him away of course but I had a disgusting sensation between my legs realising you had watched it happening. I knew you missed nothing even then and fearing you'd open your mouth somewhere just passed over it. Anyway nothing came of it, you always appeared with Ruff and life went on. But for me, my mind kept harping back to this event as I got more and more starved of sex. Eventually you and Ginny were out the back one day and way down the bottom at that, I lent across to the window to try and see what you were both up too when I felt Ruff behind me nosing up and licking the tops of my legs.

 I lost control at that moment and pulled my knickers down to let him lick my pussy. The sensation had me off in seconds and bending in a squatting fashion to open my pussy more I dribbled piss to make him keep on doing it. My mind being out of it, the next thing I knew you were stood by the door watching. I quickly stopped and pulling up my knickers while saying to you, your dog really likes your aunty. You just said, "I know, he likes mum like that as well" in total innocents. The buss was stupendous because I knew I'd been watched by you.

 When I tell her about that, she'll spill the beans. Startled I said you wont tell her the rest about what I do will you? No of course not but I'm tempted to tell her about the buss you give me in bed at times. No I said! Come here and let me persuade you. Meekly I stood and letting her open my trousers she soon had my controller in her hand and wanking me furiously kept stopping, Can I tell her? No! going again, then stopping. Can I now? No! going again, I'm right on the brink, stop. Now? Yes! Yes! Yes! Wallop I blew all my load right into her face, she was covered. I knew you'd see it my way she said. Men always do see it my way she added, grinning widely.

 Now, this is what you didn't see, later I came down to grans still as horny as hell. Going home I made sure Ruff smelt my hand which had my pussy smell on it. Following me up house I let him in and after Ginny was in bed I let him get me. What a feeling, 'no wonder she's hooked on it' (the customer) and what's more you get a terrible urge to tell someone how it feels. The feeling? Its truly out of this world. My dog had been 'One lucky bastard' This revellation tormented me beyond human endurance causing me to wank two or three times a day,for weeks.

 I'd found Ginny's father-in-law to be a mentor for me at this time. I suppose it was a lot to do with common interests. No not that! He mucked about with bikes and motor bikes, repairing and making up cycles from parts he tatted (slang for collecting peoples metal junk here) from his job. Also he was comfortable talking mens talk like swearing and sex and letting me go with him into the pub under age. He often pointed out the wives he'd had in his street and their reaction when receiving his cock. I did ask him if he'd had one of the girls mothers I'd gone out with. He hadn't but but cosidered she was a goer as he put it, adding he had fingered the girl I refered to older sister who was a mate of his oldest daughter.

 Which brings me to a small perk. This daughter was seventeen months older than me and certainly to old for her years. Since working she had made a be line for older men. As I was still very green at this time in her eyes and I felt she was unaproachable sexually, I lusted over her very lovely form and sexual attributes. That was as near as I was going to get to them as far as I was concerned. It was the habit at this time for me to spend time some Sunday evenings at their house playing cards with her father,mother,younger sister,her and me. They had a low modern grate with small tiled hobbs at almost floor level, one of which I'll call her Shirley plonked her ass on to play. The rest of us sat on various types of chairs. I always grabbed a chair giving me best advantage of looking at her admiringly throughout.

 I assumed this went un-noticed. It did except by Shirley, the parents attention was generally absorbed with telling the younger daughter how and which card to play. Shirley would play for a while then need a pee. I never thought nothing of this until having slyly been able to observe up her legs under her skirt each time we played giving me a super hardon each time. This particular week she returned and we continued, only giving me a very furtive look her legs was open as before but her knickers were right to one side showing her auburn pubes and her complete cunt. The knickers were so far to one side it was certainly by no accident because it was squeezing into the skin up across her mound. Her legs were also coming open more often than she did all the other times having glanced at her parents each time before opening. My face was beaming bright red so much her mother said, "yeah it is to hot in here Richard and opened a window".

 What a bitch of a prick teaser. Nothing was ever mentioned by Shirley but the following christmas I got my own back. They always had a party. Her father took great joy in making a dish of 'Hooch' PPP he called it (Pops Precious Plonk) although he confided in me, the precious 'P' really meant pussy. Asking what that meant, he told me he pressed the women to drink it as it had lots of spirits in it but they thought it was all wine base with fruity bits in. Thus they became totally pissed and he got at their pussies the cunning old sod. I realised at this point he was a true predator of pussy. This concoction could also make you feel sick, so I avoided it totally.

 Shirleys boss came this year. A lawyer about fifty, I wondered if he'd had her young pussy? So he and her fell for the PPP He finished up out their back honking his guts up with her father pissing himself with laughter, while Shirley was puking in the kitchen sink with one leg resting up high against the sinks edge. Everybody else except me was in the living room as normal. I, trying to console Shirley held her at the shoulders with my hand to steady her as she had only one foot on the ground. You may now be revolted! I put my other hand up her skirt pulling her knickers to one side I pushed two fingers in her cunt applying my thumb to her clit. Each time she wretched her cunt muscles squeezed my fingers. This sensation made my controller spurt baby juice all in my trousers regardless. I know it was filthy cheating but so was her card trick in front of her parents. It hurt my cock terribly because I couldn't adjust it without their seeing.

 My military call up arrived at about this time but Shirley never said anything to me before I went away. I like to kid myself she enjoyed it, but more likely she didn't even realise!

 more to come.

            After the events of 9/11, I found myself out of a job as the company that I had worked for was buried under the rubble. At 42 years of age, I figured that I needed to make a change in my life.  My wife had died six years ago and my son had moved on and started his own life on the west coast. I decided to leave the city and use my contacts and skills to start my own marketing consulting business in some suburb or small town outside the city. Thanks to the internet, I could do most of my work from a home office and not have to face the stress of a daily commute and I liked the idea of being my own boss.  I didn’t know at the time of my decision what other fun perks would await me.

 

            I look around and found a nice house in a new suburb just northeast of the city. It was a relatively new place at the end of a short cul-de-sac. There were four other houses on the street with mine being at the bottom of the curve. It is a large home with three bedrooms upstairs and a den downstairs which I made my office. The office window faced the street and I could see every thing that moved.

 

            The first weekend that I was there I got to meet my neighbors and got a brief glimpse of what was to come.

 

            Early that Saturday afternoon, I got a knock on my door as I finished unpacking. When I opened it, I was met by two of the most striking women that I had ever seen.  Two of my neighbors, my next door neighbor, Mrs. Laura Thompson and the lady from one end of the street, M’dali O’kadi.  These ladies were exact opposites of each other, Laura was short about 5’4 with blond hair and a lovely 36C -26 – 35 figure. M’dali was tall , reaching near my 6’1 height (I found later she was 6’0), with a slim 32C-22-24 figure and the blackest complexion I ever saw (she was from Kenya).

           

            “Hi”,  Laura said as I looked them both over, “ we came to invite you to a barbeque to sort of break the ice and welcome you to the neighborhood.”

 

            “ I hope that you haven’t eaten” said M’dali in one of the nicest accents I had ever heard.

 

            “No, I haven’t and I would like to come” I replied.

 

            Grabbing a ballcap, I followed the two ladies over to the Thompson’s house. As we walked over I gave them a closer look, Laura had a softness to her that I found later came from having two kids while M’dali was a firm and graceful as an athlete. Both were dressed for the weather, a hot August day, in shorts and shirt for Laura and a nice sundress that ended just below M’dali’s knees.

 

            As we rounded the corner of Laura’s house I heard loud and rough laughter and the unmistakable sound of beer bottles being opened. This I found out was Laura’s husband Jack.

 

            “Here he is everybody” Laura said as we arrived on the patio. “let me introduce you to everyone.”

 

            “You had better get my name first,  it’s Tom Martin”  I whispered to her.

 

            Giggling, she said , “Right”

 

            “Ok, Tom Martin, here is everyone”

 

            She went around the group and introduced me to every one in turn.

 

            “This is my husband, Jack”  I shook hand with a large man about my age with a huge beer belly and a rough way of talking. “ Jack has his own construction business and is usually gone every day.” 

 

            “These are my daughters, Janet and May”  My eyes nearly popped out as I look at Laura’s two girls.  Janet, oldest (17) was nearly a twin for her mother with a nice firm 36C pair and long blond hair, May (15) had light brown hair and a smaller figure (34B). Both were dressed in tight shorts and cut-off tee-shirts that barely covered their tits.

 

            “Here are your other next door neighbor’s, the Yan’s,”  Laura said as we moved down the line,  “Harold and Mai and their daughter Katie”  Harold was a small man even for an Asian and seemed very quiet, his wife Mai was a very lovely and tiny lady with a compact and nice figure (34B-20-34). Their daughter was very tiny (4’11, 85lb) with seemly no figure, I was surprise to find out that she was 16. I was even more surprise with her and her mother later.

 

“You have already met M’dali, so her is the rest of family.  This is her husband Job and her daughter Sanna”

           

            This time I was taken back as M’dali’s husband was not what I had expected, I figured that a woman like her would have a husband to match. Job was the dirtiest looking slob of a guy that I ever met, light brown, short, fat, bad teeth and breathe. Her daughter luckily only got her fathers light brown complexion and height from him, the rest she got from her mother. She had a slim and trim (34B-22-34) figure and beautiful eyes.

 

            “The last of the families in our little circle are the O’Connor’s” Laura said as we moved to the group standing at the bar. “This is Mike and his wife Mary and their two kids Joanne and Sammi.”

 

            As I shook hands with Mike, a rather likeable guy I thought, I noticed that his wife, Mary, was very quiet. She was a real looker, about 5’9 with long red hair, and quite a figure (38D-25-36). Their two daughters got their looks from their mom, the oldest Sammi (16) had tits almost as big as her mom’s (36D-24-35) and the youngest Joanne (14) was going to join them in the same club (34D-22-34).

 

            After all the introduction were over the kids, went their own way and we adults got to know each other. When I told them that I would be working from my home, Jack and Job sneered and said that was just what this street needed was another stay-at-home mom. Their wives seem to be uncomfortable with their comments and interested in the fact that I would be around every day.

 

            After a good meal, and a few drinks, I went home.

 

            As I was storing away some stuff in one of the spare up stairs bedrooms, I looked out the window down to the end of my yard. My land ends at a small tree lined creek. What I saw really interested me, there was Laura’s daughter Janet leaning against a tree rubbing her tits with one hand and she had the other hand down her shorts. I figured that most 17 year olds did this but I was not prepared for what I saw next. M’dali’s daughter Sanna stepped from around a tree and started to kiss Janet and rub her tits. Janet responded by kissing back and sliding her hand under Sanna’s sundress.  The sight was causing me to get hard and my 8’1/2 dick was tenting my pants.  As I kept looking, Janet lifted Sanna’s sun dress and started to eat her out. I opened my window and I could here the faint moans coming from the two of them. I don’t know what startled them but they both stopped with a jerk and look up. When they saw me in my window, they both smiled and blew me a kiss as they ducked behind the trees. 

 

            I got to see more of these girls and the rest of the ladies of the cul-de-sac over the next few years.

 

Stay Tuned for Chapter 2

 

 

 

 Thank goodness Jackie and I are on the same wavelength sexually.

 So horsing around this particular day I wrestle her to the floor and she submits to my pulling her top up and with it still under her arm pits and wearing it like a band up past her ears and across the top of her head. With her tits exposed,no bra at home, (nor most other times for that matter) she said, "Right with my arms trapped,what ya planning to do now then?" Saying nothing, I"m sat on her belly and proceeded to pull the beast out to slide it up through her tits. To get more comfortable I eased up and dragged her skirt and panties off while stripping from the waist down, All this time Jackie looked on passively. "I cant hold my tits around it trust up like this" "Now you"ve told me what you cant do prisoner, now say what you can do" "If you kneel over my face I"ll bite the swine for you" Daring her to I does as she asks and WOW! she grabs it with her mouth,not teeth, and bobs her head up and down. Between bobs she says "Come forward a bit more" I do and of course with her arms movements limited by her top she grabs hold of my ass cheeks and starts gobbling me off in earnest.

 By now I"m in seventh heaven and as my sap rises I"m trying to hide my approaching orgasm. "Gobble-mumble dont mumble-gobble hold mumble back, You can shoot it in my mouth,I told you I would,remember?" Did I! Now with added lip grip she created a vacuum with her cheeks sucked in then wallop, my cum pumped up the pipe and filled her mouth. Still a certain innocents prevailed my cock had my brain totally centred on more squirts of spunk jetting into Jackies mouth. To swallow or spit out never even entered my thoughts.

 As I decended from that high plateau, Jackie holding me by the root of my cock pulled the rest of my cock in her mouth out and with her tongue pushed most of my spunk out and off her tongue so it was all round her face but mostly down her chin. I could see remnants on her tongue and she just kept it in her mouth and I assume swallowed it. "There you are,I told you I would didn"t I?"... "I bet you didn"t expect that now did you?" "Fucking hell! no,it never even entered my head" "Well it did mine, I think I could swallow your cum next time" Next Time? Wow another milestone with promise of another. This has got to be heaven!

 "Come on then,my turn. Lick me,suck me,and fuck me. Please! "So polite madam Jackie" "Come on, get sucking boy" "Yes ma"am" "Cut that ma"am bit and get you tongue in my pink little hole PDQ. "How many inches ma"am?" "Lick it you tormenting bastard,right now!" whooo so bossy, lick the fucking thing for fucks sake! NOW!

 Just before burying my face I mentioned, "Just imagine two tongues doing you" The way she came a short while later I think her mind took what I said on board,but no mention of it was made. I slid back up her body and once again beasty was in the driving seat and he drove her to four orgasms in about half an hour. Sucking cock must do something for a womans orgasmic nerve ends.

 Lolloping around after I recalled that when I got to be sucked off it made my sphincter twitch unmercifully,then I realised a finger had been by or in my asshole. No mention was made, but Jackie did ask if the sucking made my ass tingle. I confirmed "Very much so" I observed just the faintest smile. Was this no accident? Is she blossoming to some secret desires only she knows of? I wonder!

 One baby and a couple of years passed quickly. Joe"s wife definately had the hots for me and I hoped to fuck; family members never clocked it. Jackie had and while indisposed having the baby, Jackie whispered to me,If your need becomes desperate,I wouldn"t mind if you screwed Marlene,I think our Joe isn"t fucking her right and she"s in need of a real good fucking. I nearly fell off the chair, but thought,bloody hell! I hope this isn"t the first signs of her going off the cock. In fairness in all my life she"s been the only woman I"ve come across that said after child birth pain "I want another now" and she meant it. Hooray to that!

 So, a one bedroom flat was a bit limiting and in a very short time I found a cheap house that needed a lot of work doing. Not a problem,although I say it myself,from a very young age I"d had to do what was needed for my mother/business and this saw me in fine stead now. Although I missed another fact at the time,that we had moved closer to my aunt and Ginny/Den. As will also be seen, his and my working shifts had a strange sort of interlap although we worked for totally different companies.

 Having said that,I quickly done some rudimentary DIY and had reached a house warming scenario a little before a Christmas. This was only a small thing. My special aunt,Ginny and Ross plus Den and their young kids,one was only a few months old. We had a moderate amount of booze. I always drunk reservedly Jackie was a light weight,more than a couple of glasses of wine and she usually flirted or to be more precise excepted being flirted at,then nodded off to sleep wherever.

 So not surprisingly Den tried it on in the kitchen with my aunt and although she looked as though he"d made her hot she resisted him. He then tried Ross but only got a squeeze of her tit he reckoned because she had her current boy friend in tow.Inevitably that left Jackie, She"d said to me,what do I do if he tries anything.I told her I"d track her and move in if its more than she wants.Smiling she said "It"ll be less than he wants,thats for sure" I then said, "I bet its making you wet already (Whack on the shoulder) "Bastard" "It is,Ha! Ha!" "You aught to be telling me he mustn"t" "aah get on you love the attention" "Bastard! You"re to smart by half,just you wait" "What does that mean?" "You"ll see"

 Now Jackie had a wine coloured satin dress on that came round the neck into a vee at the front made up of two strips of material about five inches wide shaped to a degree down over her tits.From the back similar material started behind the neck about four inches wide spreading in an upside down vee to join the front about five inches above the waist. The material favoured prominent nipples of which Jackies was even more pronounced since feeding a baby. A sash type of waist band exentuated the waist and hips which in Jackies case had now become wider since childbirth, which in passing I noticed attracted horny bastards even more than they did before. The skirt part lay in waves like a sea shell affect. Modestly above the knee and if dropped parachute style would have formed a full circle if you get what I mean. Under this? well you"ll have to wait to find out! Least to say some super fine fishnet stockings was all that was in view below the dress hem!

 Clearly this type of style didn"t lend itself to modesty if a woman bent forward, as any man stategically placed to her side saw some tit and at best right round to the nipple. (I loved this style,all women should have to have one) Jackie asked,"Do I look over dressed being that we"re only at home?" "As the hostess you"re perfect in my opinion" Her big tits was just what the dress was designed for!

 Everything went off well, my aunt slyly noted to me,"Jackies lined up for the cock with that dress on,its making me wet just thinking about it" And me! "aah! but will it only be yours? Yours isn"t the only one I can see half hard here" Den and Ross"s boyfriend,no guessing who there then. I then clocked a move on Jackie, Den followed her out to the kitchen to warm a babies milk bottle. Jackie said "its alright I"ll do it" ok! but he still followed as I moved to the stair well which allowed me to watch without being observed,my cock was throbbing in anticipation of him coming on to my wife. I know I shouldn"t get a buss but as we said before Jackie and myself does. Her flirtaciously, me having what these guys want. They start her engine but I get to drive the bus so to speak!

  Sure enough, Den is in very close behind Jackie,not near enough to prod her ass with his hardon, but very nearly,the gap while still there seems to shadow and I realise his arm farthest from me is now moved around her side blocking light from that side. Jackie moves her ass back as though she"s trying to stop what he"s at which inadvertantly puts her ass against his knob. No! she says, his other hand starts its journey,round under her arm and into the low arm hole of her dress. I know by how far his hands are in that he has a full handful of tit and nipple. Jackie squirms saying No dont! but his mouth gets to her neck, her head goes back a bit and I can see her eyes are shut.

 She seems to come back to the real world and I hear her say,No see if this bottle is too hot squirt it on your arm. Breaking from his hold on her tits. His hand almost pulls her right tit out of the dress which she quickly adjusts. I move back into the shadows a bit as he passes into the living room with the bottle. As the door swings I hear "There you are my baby,you didn"t have to wait long for daddy to get your milk. Now with a hardon I head for Jackie,her face is flushed,putting my hand in each side her nipples are like iron. I whisper, "They liked that" "So did you by the feel of that iron bar against my ass" "You didn"t need saving" "No! Den said to many eyes but you"ll have it late!" "I will,but it wont be his.

 Dont get to wet mind,you dont want it showing through your dress. "That wont happen" I craftily put my hand up her front. No slit? "aah I"ve got something on it to soak up any juice, Ha!Ha! "Smart ass" "Yeah! but have you thought it"ll keep the wolf from the door!" "You crafty bitch" "I like your aunt,she"s clever!" aah so thats it,I might have known.

 Being before drink drive laws and as I drink very little,or perhaps because I"m the only sod with a car and a motorcycle, I am lined up for the chore of getting them all home. Not to be totally out flanked, I carry the baby out for Ginny who gets in the front with Ross and boy friend in the back and Ginny"s other two on their laps. As I put the baby on Ginny"s lap my hand inadvertantly goes up her skirt and low and behold,encounters no knickers. Staying long enough not to notice I manage to wiggle down through her crack and hook one finger in her hole. She moves as though to make herself more comfortable allowing me to rub her clit a few times as I talk and look at her face. Her eyes are up towards the roof of the car, her mouth is mouthing "You randy bastard" and then I"m sure she quietly cum off.Her love of taking the chance of being caught still flourished then.

 Its not far to their home and I"m back in double quick time. Den being foiled for a fuck or whatever by my aunt staying for a later lift with Den. I bet he couldn"t guess his wife had just had an orgasm at the end of my finger.Sucker! meant in the nicest way mind of course. So we sat chatting for a while, Den and my aunt still getting the drink down them but Jackie had one more and was making it last. Jackie said I"ll go and put something on ready for bed, I not thinking said,I thought you"d come with us forgetting our little one was a bed already. Jackie reminded me but stayed put in her dress. With that aunt asked to use the lavatory,(Close,but outside at this time being my next job) Saying one of you"d better come with me this time I"m not to sure of your back. You go Rich, so I do picking up the flashlight on my way.

 As we get out to the toilet, aunt says shine the light I dont want to piddle in my pants. She stands there pulls them down,looks at me and says,"You haven"t seen this one for awhile. I point the light at beast now rising to the occasion, then back to aunts pussy "Not time now,but dont forget your old aunts needs mind,is Jackie good? you haven"t said" As hot as you at least. "I knew it!" Keep her well fucked mind" I am. She pulls her pants up but not before grabbing my cock. "Fuck thats a lot bigger than I remember" I keep him in a hot damp place most of the time,makes it grow. "I bet you do"

 We head back in, as we get to the living room window, aunt says look at the poor sod. His tongue will get fluff from your carpet if he drulls any longer, although Jackie certainly knows how to prick tease,even our Ross"s bloke had a hard on and I"m sure his eyes stuck to your Jack"s tits at least twice. You still like watching I see. Plunging in I said just before we got back inside, "Are you in any hurry?" No what you up to? I know you, you dirty little sod. "Nothing too shocking" Your aunts bomb proof,you know that!

 More to follow.

The next morning I could hear people talking. I couldn’t understand anything they were saying, but they sounded close, although I could not see them. Suddenly there were two faces looking at me through the windows. They yelled something to those below and pried open the door. One of the men took out a knife and sliced off the seat belts and the other man crawled into the passenger side of the aircraft. They had ropes made out of something weird and passed them over a tree branch and tied me to the ropes. I could not move as I was tied from the shoulders to the knees. They lowered me feet first down to the men on the ground, but when I arrived, they just let me fall. I was unconscious again. When I awoke this time, I was in a hammock, my left leg was splinted, and some strange smelly goop was on my cuts. Huge leaves were wrapped around my chest and were moist. Otherwise I was being completely ignored.

The camp I was in looked like a permanent village. The natives were an attractive people – light brown skin, sharp features, and almost naked. The men were wearing a flap of material in front of their crotch, and only a piece of rope around their waist. When one of the men went to the edge of the camp to urinate, he raised up the flap and his dick was wrapped in leaves! The women were very attractive – trim and muscular. They wore a device around their waist that covered their pussy, but rode up in the crack of their ass. All of the women were naked from the waist up. They wore no decorations of any sort, except for a knife. Even the women wore the knife. The men carried some sort of small spear and I later saw them use a small bow with an impossibly small arrow (I found out later they used poisoned arrows).

One of the women noticed I was awake and came over jabbering something to me and another man. They came over and using hand motions explained they wanted me to eat and drink. I tried to rise, but man did I hurt! I finally was able to move to a log and that was when I noticed I was naked. The young girls were looking at me and giggling. The man helped me put on one of the devices he was wearing, but I balked at the leaves around the dick. The food was remarkably good and the water was cold and sweet. I leaned back against the tree after eating and enjoyed watching the tranquil scene before me. With help, I went to the trees and relieved myself and then went back to the hammock, as I was very tired and sore. When I awoke the next morning, there was a young woman in the hammock with me. She looked about 15 years old and was snuggled up to me with her rather smallish breasts against my side. If I didn’t have to pee so badly, I would have stayed right there. I also realized that I did not hurt very much. As I tried to get out of the hammock, the girl awoke and helped me. She looked down and noticed my piss hard and smiled. She helped me to the edge of the forest and was going to help me pee, but I finally got her to let me do it by myself. She did not look away, however, and seemed very interested in my penis. One of the things I noticed was the rather smallish member on the men and I have been blessed with an 8-dick when hard. I don’t know if the girl was looking at the size, or the color, or the blond hair. As we turned to go back to the village, I noticed her nipples were erect.

I was in the village about a week when a priest on a burro came into the village. He spoke broken English (he was from Mexico) but spoke the local language. He explained that he had heard that there had been a search for me, but the search had been called off. He said he would get word out when he arrived back in civilization. He said that would be in a couple of weeks, but the people would take care of me. He cautioned me to not drink any of the drink they consumed when they partied. It was very potent and could cause a man to go blind if you were not used to it. He talked to the elder of the tribe and before leaving, he smiled and told me the girl who was sleeping with me was the chief’s daughter and to refuse anything from her would be a great insult. He warned me to wait for the girl to make any advances; as to touch her without her permission could get me killed. He also told me there were rumors that this tribe had once been headhunters and had been known to eat the people they killed. He did not know if this was true, but there were shrunken heads all over the place.

About another week, I was walking fairly well without help and my bruises and cuts had healed. The tribal elder whom I think was also the medicine man, poked me in the ribs and said, “Ouch?” Or something like that. I shook my head no and he smiled. He brought the girl over and said what I believed was her name, “Shrinka.” Or something like that. When I pointed at her and said Shrinka, she smiled and shook her head yes. I pointed to myself and said my name, Dave. She had trouble with the word, but got very close. That night she got even closer.

When we retired, she slipped into the hammock and removed all her clothes. She looked at me and pointed at the breechcloth and gave a questioning look. I wasn’t sure what I should do, but I knew what I wanted to do. Shrinka solved the dilemma by removing it for me. She raised up on an elbow and started to stroke my dick. Like one would pet a dog. However, it achieved the desired results and I soon had a full erection. She took it in both hands and rolled it back and forth looking at it. She examined the head and tried to pull the foreskin over the head. I guess she had never seen a man that had been circumcised before. She took my hand and placed it over her Venus mound. Her pussy was almost completely bald and absolutely beautiful. I started to kiss her, but she pulled away. I realized I had not seen anyone kiss here, but they rubbed cheeks and foreheads. I did the same and she liked it. When I bent down and kissed her breasts, she watched strangely, and it was clear she enjoyed it. When I rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, she moaned. I moved over so she would be on her back and did the American things to her breasts while carefully massaging her clitoris. When I kissed my way down to her clitoris, she was making all sorts of noise, but no one even looked our way. I brought her to an orgasm and she almost broke my neck when she bucked up with her crotch while throwing her legs around my neck and pulling me down. She was a strong girl. I let her rest a little and pulled myself up to enter her, but to my surprise, she turned over and raised herself up exposing her pussy lips and gorgeous ass. I moved up and started to push my dick into her pussy and she pulled away, but then pushed back again. Again I started to insert my dick into her pussy and she pulled away again. She reached back and guided my dick to her asshole. I pulled back a little confused. She looked at me and smiled. She pointed to her pussy and my dick and then to a sleeping baby. She then pointed to my dick and her asshole, then pointed to the baby and shook her head no. I got the meaning. She reached down and started getting me ready again. I pushed her head down a little and she understood. She kissed the head of my dick and started licking up and down on the shaft. She put the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head but would not go any farther than that, but it got the job done. She turned over and I pushed the head of my dick into her asshole. She started breathing like someone in labor. She would pant a little and then push back getting me a little deeper each time. After about 5 minutes, I was completely in. I started going in and out slowly and only a little bit as she was so tight I was sure it was hurting her. We lay on our side and I continued to push in and out while reaching around her and massaging her breast and clitoris. When I got the clitoris going again, she started increasing the tempo until she again had a climax. That got me ready and I came at the same time. We lay entangled and inserted until I fell asleep. I awoke later to find her cleaning me with a damp leaf and some water. She had already cleaned up, but there was a little blood on the hammock.

This routine continued every night for three more weeks. I had picked up a few words of their language, but it was very difficult. Watching the young girls bath in the pool below the small waterfall was a favorite pastime of mine. One day the girls scattered from the pool running into the camp yelling. Into the camp came some white men with rifles and handguns. They saw my blond hair and yelled a greeting. I was relieved I was found, but somehow did not want to leave this Garden of Eden. We had a feast that night, and I forgot to warn everyone about the local booze and they passed out before the festivities were half over. It wasn’t 5 minutes before they were totally naked. The women stripped them and dragged/carried them to the pool. I did not realize they stank, but these beautiful people did. My rescuers were unceremoniously thrown into the cold water. The girls and women jumped into the water with them and after the yelling and cursing were over, allowed the women to wash them all over. The older women were going to burn their clothes, but I managed to stop them. They washed them, instead.

When we retired for the night, my friends from the outside were taken into some huts and the women of the village almost fucked their brains out. Shrinka and I listened to the activity and smiled. When we went to bed, instead of the normal activity, Shrinka allowed me to kiss her. She was a fast learner and soon was enjoying the kissing. I kissed my way down to her breasts and kissed first one and then the other sucking and nipping on her nipples. I spent extra time on her clitoris and she became like one possessed. When I waited for her to roll over, she grasped my dick and guided it to her pussy. She pointed to the baby and smiled and pulled me down into her. I went past her maidenhead with hardly a hesitation. I saw her flinch, but as soon as I was in her, she started bucking, throwing her legs around my waist and digging her nails into my back. Thank goodness she kept them trimmed short, as she is a strong woman. He pussy was so hot and slick and tight it was marvelous. She came and screamed something very loud and just kept bucking and heaving. She then had a second orgasm. She stiffened and shuddered as the orgasm racked her body. This brought me off and I shot my load into this very young body. As I lay atop of her resting, I noticed someone watching us. It was her father, her mother, all the young women from the pool, and most of the village. At first I was frightened, but I realized they were smiling. Her father said something and dragged me from his daughter. He reached down and grabbed me by my dick and pointed at it saying something to the village and they all laughed and clapped.

The next morning before we left, she presented me with my clothes, mended and clean. She kissed me and pointed to her belly then to the baby and smiled as she rubbed my crotch. She then started crying and ran back to the village. We arrived back in civilization in about 2 weeks. It’s been two years since that crash, and I sometimes wish to go back and live with those simple, loving people with no cares in the world.

From time to time we went to the cinema together or to the public pool or....you name it!

After some time the kids lost interest in mummy’s new lover and I did not see them for some time.

Until one day, 3 years later, Amy came up with the idea of spending the kid’s summer vacation together.

From that moment on, things heated up intensely!

 

We decided to rent a little house in Denmark, not too far away from the beach and some supermarket.

These houses were all with a big garden, terrace...ours had 3 bedrooms a large bathroom with shower and toilet

and a big living room as well as an open kitchen.

The perfect place for the kids to play and the adults to relax.

I met Amy and the kids the evening before we were to hit the road.

As Amy and I still had our own apartements each, I packed my things and drove over to her, where Amy, Nicky and Steve were already waiting for me.

I hadn't seen the kids for almost one and a half year now and I was a little excited to see, what became of that little angel Nicky.

When I finally stepped into Amy’s living room, I could hardly believe my eyes!

I knew at the exact moment I saw her,  that I would be thinking about another woman/girl when I fucked Amy that night!

Nicky still looked like the young Mariah Carrey but now...with tits!

She was 15 and had nice, round and firm tits of the size of big grapefruits.

She was wearing a tight top, low cut and either was not aware of the effect that shirt had on men...or very well was!

Her butt was round and firm and

she greated me with a nice, warm smile and a kiss on the cheek!

"Hi Nick- nice to see you again! It's been some time, huh?"

"I guess you could say that! I said. "And you look amazing!..can I fuck you , please?!" I thought!

 

Steve also had grown.

He was about 1.80m high and a handsome boy of 17 years.

And the hostility he treated moms new lover with 2 years ago was gone!

 

So everything was set for a nice holiday.

That night, Amy and I had extremely good sex.

I fucked her doggy-style and daydreamed about her hot little daughter.

As I came, I almost drowned Amy’s pussy in my cum and she said, that she never felt me cumming like this before!

Judging from her screams, she liked the treatment.

When I pulled my cock from her dripping pussy, a stream of my cum gushed from Amy’s cunt!

We had to sleep without blanket that night!

 

Around 6 a.m. next morning we left home to catch the ferry to a danish island in the Baltic Sea.

The weather was warm and the forecast talked about some high pressure that would provide us with nice, hot summer weather throughout our vacation.

As we reached the house, we all got comfortable.

Amy and me took the bedroom at the far end of the house, Nicky and Steve had their bedrooms at the other end, next to the bathroom.

We went down to the beach for a walk and after that we went for dinner in a nice little restaurant!

Amy and I had some red wine and red wine always makes her horny!

Having Amy sitting beside me (red wine also did it for me) and her hand on my cock and Nicky opposite me (and her breathtaking cleavage before my eyes)...I was practically ready to tear down the clothes of my girlfriend right there and fuck her hard on the table, in front of all the guests!

But I kept my calm- and until today never know how I did that!

That night we just skipped foreplay.

Amy tore her skirt off (she never wore any underwear), got on the bed, lay on her back, spread her legs and revealed her clean shaved, dripping wet pussy and just moaned breathless "C'mon! Fuck me! God I need your cock! I need to cum! I need to feel you cum! FUCK ME, PLEASE!"

I got my rock-hard cock out and rammed it into her pussy!

We fucked only for 5 minutes- then I pulled my cock from her pussy and rammed it into her asshole!

She loved it when I fucked her ass, she always said that the orgasm with a rod in her ass was totally different from a vaginal orgasm!

She came, screaming and moaning loud and I pulled me cock from her tight shit-hole and came all over her tits!

We collapsed almost instantly and lay there, exhausted and I licked my come from her nipples, before kissing her deep and spitting my cum into her mouth!

It took us only moments after that to fall into a slightly drunk, sex-sleep!

 

I slipped silently out of the bed as I didn't want to wake up my lovely fuck slut!

I was halfway through the house when I realized, that I wasn't wearing anything, but I thought to myself, I'd just rush into the bathroom, pee and rush back to bed again!

No harm done!

As I neared the bathroom, I noticed a ray of light, falling through the open bedroom door of one of the kids.

Stepping closer I heard Nicky’s voice.

"Sure they must be asleep! Didn't you hear mom scream! They probably fucked each others brains out and are totally exhausted now!

God- I wish, he would fuck me like that!"

 

Then I heard Steve’s voice answer: "And I wish, I could make mom scream like that!"

OH-MY-GOD! That little bastard wanted to fuck his mother!

"I bet you can!" answered Nicky "you make me cum hard every time you fuck me, big brother!"

I couldn't believe my ears!

To sum it up shortly: I was fucking an absolutely adorable and sex-crazed slut// her beautiful 15 year old daughter wanted to get fucked by me // her 17 year old brother wanted to fuck his mom // and both of these kids did it with each other?!

Just then I noticed that I was stroking my hard cock slowly...but intensely!

 

This was turning very interesting- I leaned forward and tried to look inside the room. What I saw, made me almost erupt right there and then!

Steve was sitting at a stool beside the bed, wearing nothing but a sport-slip which he had pulled down a little to free his cock.

He was holding the thing in his right hand, slowly stroking it!

It was slim and long, not really thick, but very well built.

On the bed was Nicky- naked!

She was lying there on her left side, her feet pointing to the door and her legs spread.

I could practically see right up her sweet pink pussy, which she rubbed slowly.

She was looking right at her little brothers cock and touched her amazing tits with her free hand!

I had a hard time to control myself and not to cum right away!

She looked so beautiful and hot I wanted to fuck her so hard that I might have ripped her into pieces!

"I see, little brother! I see! If you move a little closer, I can get a better look!"

Steve hopped on the bed and Nicky moved her face close to his stiff member, took it in her fist and started jerking her brothers fuck-meat!

After a few strokes she moved even closer and took his cock into her mouth!

God, I envied that little bastard! How much I would've liked to have that little fuck-princess suck my hard cock!

Steve obviously enjoyed that treatment as he leaned back, closed his eyes and started moaning!

Nicky moved her pretty head up and down on his member, making sucking noises!

"Imagine I am mom! Imagine mom is sucking your nice cock!" Nicky said as Steve grabbed her head and started to fuck her cute face!

"Shut up and suck my cock, mom! Suck it! Suck your son good!" he started moaning.

Nicky mumbled with her mouth full "Oh yeah- I love to suck your hard cock, Nick! Ooooh...you taste so good!"

"You bet I taste good, little bitch" I thought "with your mothers juice and and the taste of her ass on my cock!" I was jerking hard, watching the two siblings do the nasty things they did!

"C' mom- I need you to fuck me! I need your hard cock in my pussy!"

Steve withdrew his cock from her sweet mouth and Nicky rolled on her back, spreading her smooth silky legs wide!

Steven kneeled in front of her and pushed his hard cock into the pussy of his sweet sister, jamming it into her with one deep, hard stroke!

Nicky started moaning "Ooooh yeah...that's it, big brother! Ooooohhh...mom doesn't know what she's missing! C'mon...fuck me..hard..please...harder...!"

My cock felt like it would explode. Unfortunately, Steve was covering his sister’s face, so I couldn't see her...and I love to see the face of a woman in heat!

"Ooooh, Nicky...you are good...can you do it like we did it yesterday? Can you ride me?"

Oh- seems like there is a god- and tonight, Nick Karsky was his favourite child!

Steve laid down on his back and Nicky started to climb on top...AND SHE WAS FACING THE DOOR!

She mounted her brother, shoved his cock into her hot flesh and started riding him!

Her wonderful round firm tits where starting to bounce and I could see her beautiful face totally hot with lust and desire!

I had to be careful, so she would not see me...although...why did I care?

She wanted me to fuck her...she was doing incest with her brother...I was so hot....I really had to contain myself not to push the door open, push my hard member into her moaning mouth and cum all over her teenage tits!

I was jerking hard watching this little queen of fuck riding, screaming and moaning!

I wondered what would happen if Amy woke up, heard this moaning and found her friend, peeping on her daughter and her son fucking!

But in the end I really didn't care!

"Oooohhh...fuck...Nicky....sis'...I'm coming...I'm coming...." Steve started to shout!

"Give me your load, Stevie! Cum in my hot pussy....ooooouuu...yeah....I'm cumming....yes....yes....yes.....ooooooohhh!"

 

I saw Nicky starring to the door!

Did she hear me?

Did she notice?

Time for a swift retreat!

 

After that I went back to bed.

As I slipped under the blanket, Amy woke up!

"Where you been, tiger?"

"Just peeing, honey!"

She kissed me gently and I moved closer!

Suddenly her eyes widened!

"Peeing makes you that horny?" she asked me and grabbed my still hard cock!

"Wanna bet?!" I asked her as I pushed her head under the blanket and she took my cock in her hot mouth!

 

 I stopped dead in my tracks and nearly vapourized. What? "When you put it up my nightdress and spit all that stuff over my pussy" Did I, I stammered? "Its alright I pulled it up on my belly and showed mum. She said you must have been asleep and didn't know you done it." Fucking hell! "I woke up and your cock was sliding up and down my slit,it was all slippery and felt nice" Ge'sus and I didn't even know!

 "Its great having those sort of secrets" Yeah i said, I'll talk more with you when I've sorted my new place,OK? A call, "Cars here" OK, I winked as we came from behind the shed, Ross? she had a smile like a Cheshire cat. Me? I felt on fire from head to toe, panic,new horizons or a bit of everything?

 Now at our new business, I found my bedroom overlooked the commercial docks as we lived on a hill. The school I should had gone to had been bombed in the war, so I was to become a bus boy, meaning because of distance to an alternative school, busing was necessary. This was good as it turned out because schools were male/female segregated at that time and it meant by mixed pupil busing you got to know your peers quickly. Also I was still near enough to my aunts to spend weekends over there.

 I quickly fell in with a kid called Ben. He was most knowledgeable about shipping movements cargoes and other items like female interests of the seamen. especially, vantage points to watch their activities. So immediately after school we made a bee line for the docks. It being an open port visited by scandinavian and other ships, I've often wondered since how illegal contraband was controlled.

 Anyway back to the titilation. In no time I got to know the boat prozzies. (prostitutes) They were a good hearted lot. Some were mature probably in their 40s. If there was business about my mate seemed to know them well enough to pass them the word. So one of the best vantage points was up in the piles of raw wool bales that were always on the warfside. Comfortable and camoflaged the baby juice, we often spurted over them didn't show either.

 The first experience was awsome, Olga,probably not her real name but suited to the viking need, had gone onto a ship where we were well placed to see into the portholes of the cabin. In the cabin she stripped off and was getting plenty of handling of her assets,tits, bum and pussy. We've already got our cocks out wanking like fury. At this point she appeared to be arguing, probably about price, anyway she promply put her slip on and makes to leave,grabbing the rest of her things. We're both gutted, when she appears on deck. The seaman still wrangling starts chasing her round the hold coppings. Course this activity ment her tits were flopping in and out of her slip top. As she hopped over ropes and stuff, her cunt and ass was doing every pose you could imagine in fast foreword. Then she stopped out of breath put her ass down on a bollard (fuck I bet that was cold) being low her legs were cocked up and open and so was her cunt flaps, they were glistening with juice. It must have turned her on rather than just trade fucking. Whether this was part of the trade or over the price,god knows but it worked for both of us. Spunk in abundance and what a tale for Ginny. It wasn't the end, they went back to the cabin and got down to the fucking. He had her back down on the table and fucked her with her legs hanging over the end and christ what a cock? It was cucumber size, good job she was nicely wet. Perhaps that was what the round the deck foreplay was about. Surely a dry pussy would have not taken it?

 When at home I spent much time earwigging shop talk. Its surprising what women talk about amongst themselves in shops. There was a particularly good looking woman about 38 and married spent time chatting. Money or the shortage of it seemed to be bothering her. She said to her mate "I'll Have to do a couple of tricks up the boats or he (Husband) gets no tea next week" Me green as grass wonders how tricks will feed him? So I ask my mate (Knowledgeable Ben) WOW! Trick means "a fuck" So with luck I/we get to see this gorgeous customers best assets! Do anybody get that lucky? I can but hope,but when?

 Will it be when we're about? Two days, nothing then mooching out my bedroom window she goes past heading for the docks. Like a flash I'm out the door and at my mates in no time. We're off down the shorter route over the bomb site. We're there, now what? Ben reckons he needs to get a sighting, if he knows of her he reckons he will know what type she will go for, boat and seaman. Sighting achieved, shit I think she may have spotted me, but then again I'm sure she didn't know I was privy to the chat she had in the shop. We joggle along and see her go on a boat in no time. By the type of ship he knows where the crew quarters are. (What a hive of knowledge) By the time we get in place on some rolls of paper, she's already down in the mess with two blokes.

 She's sat with her bum on the mess table and her skirt is up above her stocking tops showing suspenders but not her panties. Those thighs will be with me for ever! One of the guys got the broom in his hand as though he's about to sweep the deck. Crazy man. While the chat goes on some booze is poured and a glass is handed to her. Elsie as I came to know later. Then there's laughter and more drink, meanwhile this guy is making notches on the broomhandle. they're about an inch apart (25m/m) More booze much laughing and a wad of money goes across to her. Don't know how much but pounds were paper money then.

 Then some action, elsie stands up to undo her skirt, it drops down to reveal black cammi knickers, these are loose legged and the other guy makes a move to put his hand up for a feel. She make a slap action but no contact just playing as his fingers go inside the knickers and tugs at the gusset. She quickly moves her bum onto the table which means she's facing towards the porthole we're looking through. I realize he had in fact undone the two buttons at her crotch being these were in fact "French knickers" Her pussy was now in our view and so was our cocks. He rolled the front of the knickers up her belly and we got a full look at her pubes nut brown and shiny wow it was lovely. I wanted to marry her immediately. I hope my wife turns out to be one like her. Young and impressionable eh. 

 Everything she was displaying was magnificent,with more to come. Also because of the position of the table slightly angled, so that when she turned her head to one side to swig some drink I could have sworn her eyes looked up a bit towards where we were. My imagination or guilt perhaps? So she waved the bloke away from feeling her pussy and moved to the edge of the table so her legs were touching the ground, she eased her bum up off the table and let the guy work her knickers off of her ample bum and thighs.

 The other guy by this time had put about a dozen notches up the handle of the broom. He put it down and they both started to fondle elsie's body, while one was massaging her ass the other started pawing her tits and gradually stripped her top till they were completely naked, with her nipples hard and tilting upwards. Just a suspender belt and nylons remained. She was clearly as wet as hell and genuinely randy. (When I got older,I realised it wasn't only for the money she was doing it) She in turn was groping at their cocks which they presented for inspection when dropping their trousers and pants. She was well pleased with the length and girth by the look on her face. By this time we had,had a complete viewing of her body and sperm was sprayed on the paper rolls, we were now on a second wank.

 The picture changed at this stage more drink was offered and excepted by elsie, the broom was back on the scene and whatever the conversation she held up a finger as a "one" they in turn was indicating "ten" with their fingers. Ten shillings but she wanted a pound we reckoned. Anyway a pound note went onto the table. She then bent forward over the table with her legs open and on the floor, the picture of her is rivetted in my brain to this day. Then shocked amazement! The broom handle was presented to her pussy flaps as the other guy held them open. Ben said they're going to see how much she can take. 5 or 6 notches went in straight away then she put her hand up to stop them but in so doing pointed at the table with her finger. A £1 was deposited and they pushed another notch in, this method continued up to 9 inches then she eased off the table a bit and wiggled about pointed to the table and they pushed again in it went £1 an inch till she called a halt at 12 inches and a little bit.

 The bloke with the handle put his fingers against her cunt and eased the handle out of her. they were studying the length she took and she then started wanking them both off. Now hard she held the broom at the place the guy was holding and held it along side each of their cocks. She'd taken about an inch more than the biggest, but the other was thicker but obviously this didn't seem to bother her. Then she let both of them fuck her and sure enough the thickness never was a problem. By this time we had no spunk left and their was lots coming out of elsie. They had it in the rawl without a french letter (condom)too. At this stage we beat a retreat but some days later we passed her and her mate. She said there's those two randy little sods I told you about. They both jabbed each other and laughed. I blushed like mad, but it had been worth it.

 This will have to be worth at least a sucking from Ginny. Would I have the guts to try doing an "uncle job" On my aunt with what I saw? It was even better when I got home and heard that this same aunty was going to do a couple of days a week in the shop like she did at our last place. I knew that, because she love the female sluttyness of customers she was much the expert at drawing this sluttyness out compared to my mother. It also ment I had a Saturday window to lust up to Ginny.

 More later.

   Jenna looks up to see her sexy husband standing in the door way, rubbing his already hard cock through his pants. She smiles her most seductive smile and fingers him to come closer. As he walks over he takes off his shirt and starts on his pants, but she stops him,

   " No no baby let me do it," then she pulls his pants and underwear all the way down to his ankles. Seeing his long rock hard cock makes her moan and almost cum. She takes him fully into her mouth, for she was gifted with no gag reflexes, and starts to give him a mind shattering blow job. As she sucks on his enormous cock she gently strokes his balls at the same time. It doesnt take long before he blows a large load deep into her throat. She swallows every bit.

He looks down with a wide grin and says, " My turn baby," Then he picks her up and lightly throws her on the couch and spreads her legs wide. Slowly he starts to gently lick from her belly button to just above her clit, tantalizing her. She moans with pleasure, " Oh baby please, please taste me." He is all to happy to oblige. He then starts to lick up and down her clit letting her wet and warm juices cover his face. She starts to gently buck against him and he knows shes close to cumming. Quickly before she does he pulls her off the couch and onto his long, rock, hard dick.

   She gasps with pleasure and instantly cums. But hes not even close and she knows it. Her hot juices ran down their legs. Shes starts to ride him deep and hard knowing this was for sure the way to make him cum.   She could feel is hard cock start to twitch inside her, so she reaches down just in time to lightly sqeeze his balls, as he blows another large load of cum inside her, causing her to orgasm also.

 They lay side by side panting trying to catch their breathe. " You know baby your the sexiest wife a guy could have," he says as he stares at her amazing body. Just looking at her lovely tits and tight round ass was starting to make him hard again.

  " Are you ready for round two big boy?" she asks seductively as she gets on her knees, props hers self against the couch backwards and sticks out her ass. "fuck me hard in the ass now," she demands. That was just enough to drive him over the edge. He rears up and jams his hard dick hard into her ass. She screams out in pain and pleasure. 

  " How hard do you want me to fuck you!?" he asks as he continues to pound her hard in the ass. Shes panting to hard to breathe but she then reaches deep into the couch and pulls out a vibrator. Then she sticks it deep into her dripping wet pussy.
   Alec moans out in pleasure for he can feel the vibration from her pussy, "Oh god baby your going to make me cum!" he yells as he emptys yet another load deep into her ass.

They both collapse on the couch too breathless to say a word. Then after fifteen minutes Jenna stands up and says," shower time love?"

   " Well so much for relaxing," he respondes as he flows his wife into the shower, dick already hard once again.....

   His head was started to recover from its spin but this was rapidly being replaced with panic ..(where the hell am I and where the f*%k are my clothes) Steve got slowly to his knees and glanced all the way round the room (nope no door) suddenly he caught a glance of something out the corner of his eye and though the sudden movement brought a very real return of the buzzing he kept his eyes on the object that had, as far as he could tell, appeared out of thin air…

   It was a girl … a woman actually… lying on her side in the corner of the room her back to Steve… also completely naked… (what the f$@k . …what the f%&k is going on… ) suddenly she shifted and started to stir (jesus he thought she’s waking up and neither of us have any clothes) Steve slowly crawled to opposite corner and tried his best to hide his manhood and get a grip on reality as the blonde raised her hand to her head and groaned… she slowly turned over and opened her eyes… she focused on Steve and yelped her eyes snapping open and her hands whipping over to cover her breasts and crotch…. But not before he had caught a quick glance of her smallish but firm looking tits … she looked to be a few years older than Steves 25, blonde and maybe a few inches shorter and despite the rapidly rising panic he felt a small stirring down below … (great if I get a hard on she’ll definitely think I’ve raped her or something just concentrate on something else ..like where the hell you are… where your clothes are …and how the hell your getting out)

 “Who are you?”   the voice shook Steve out of his panic ….

”Er Steve ….you….?  Hang what the hell am I saying where the hell are we ?” 

 “What am I doing here where are my clothes what have you done to me?”

“Woah there lady this is nothing to do with me notice my distinct lack of clothes too…”

“But….”

“CREATE”

“what was that ?” they both said at once….

“I could have sworn I heard that in my head… but you heard it too..?”

“Yeah it sounded like it came from inside my head too”

“YOU WILL CREATE NOW”

“What the f%$k …who is that and what do you want with us”

“Just let us go” shouted Anna

   Anna had a splitting headache but the adrenaline was pushing that aside as fear was rapidly taking hold …the last thing she remembered was working late… she always seemed to be working late these days ..and now she was in some sort of … cell without a door naked, with a naked guy… it was too much.

“YOU ARE MALE AND FEMALE, YOU WILL CREATE.. MATE AND WE WILL RETURN YOU”

They both just stared at each other now certain that the voice was speaking to them in their heads and not through some sort of speaker system… who had that kind of technology? To speak into someone’s thoughts …could they hear their thoughts?

“Where are we?” shouted Steve

“MATE AND WE WILL RETURN YOU”

“You must be crazy” shouted Anna “Let us go we’re not doing anything”

“SO OFTEN IT COMES TO THIS …. VERY WELL YOU WILL MATE, CREATE THE GENETIC MATERIAL OF YOUR SPECIES OR YOU WILL CEASE”

“Is that a threat ..look you sick f&%k let us out of here we’re not putting on some sort of sick show or you now open the door” Steve started to edge out of his corner of the room feeling the cold surface for the door … any sort of crack when suddenly there was the most intense bright light and he felt pain …pain like nothing he had ever experienced before fire seemed to burn in every pain receptor in his body ….. and then it stopped just as suddenly as it had started … he was lying face down again gasping for air… he glanced over at the blonde and saw she too looked to be suffering from similar after affects … and blood was running from her nose…he reached up to his own and saw blood smeared on his fingers.

“YOU WILL MATE OR YOU WILL CEASE”

They both looked at each other and Steve could see the fear in her eyes.

Anna was scared now she wasn’t sure what was going on but this was very, very real. Someone..something wanted her to have sex with this total stranger in this empty room or it was going to kill them both. She had no doubt about that whatever it was it had the power to speak into their thoughts and cause extreme pain and she had no doubt it could kill them in an instant if it wanted too. She looked over at the guy … considering her options… simple really she could either let him fuck her or die. Hang on what was she saying to herself why was this a difficult choice? He wasn’t exactly a handsome hunk but he was attractive slim but athletic and despite his trying to hide it with his hands his cock was semi hard and already 6 inches … she should be thanking whoever or whatever had forced her into this situation.. it had after all been over a year now since she’d last had sex without the aid of hands. She almost laughed out loud as she felt her nipples getting harder … she stood up slowly and whilst still covering herself ‘down below’ with one hand she moved the other away from her chest up to her neck…. and smiled.

   Steve was still fighting hard to keep his eyes off the blonde and stop himself from getting hard in front of her, and concentrate on the situation at hand but she was hot and someone had just threatened to kill them both if he didn’t fuck her … his eyes betrayed him again and this time she was standing and her arm was no longer across her chest and she was looking straight at him.

“Look it seems we’re both in the same situation here” she said “And I don’t want to die in this room so what do you say we do this and get it over with”

Steve stood completely shocked (did I just hear that right) he closed his mouth and uttered the words “ No .. No you’re only saying that because he, they, it whatever… is threatening you, otherwise you wouldn’t” (What! Did I just really say those words? Idiot you just turned down the most attractive woman you’ve ever seen naked)

“That’s sweet you’re obviously a gentleman and an honorable guy but I don’t want to die and I don’t see why we can’t make the best of this and have a little fun” She grinned.

  And with that Anna dropped her other arm to her side and started to walk towards him her nipples painfully hard now at the thought of what was to come and a pleasant wetness was growing inside her. Reaching him she took hold of his hands and gently pulled them away from his crotch while she raised herself up on her toes closed her eyes and kissed him softly. She let go of his hands and placed hers on his stomach (hmmm pleasantly firm) sliding them down until she gripped his shaft in her hands, smiling to herself as she the him jolt at her touch.

    ‘Holy crap’ thought Steve as he fought the urge to cum right then… managing to gain control he felt her slide her tongue out of his mouth and lower herself down so that his erect penis was inches from her nose…still grinning she flicked out tongue and licked his head like it was an ice cream cone …. This nearly sent him over the edge again and he thought to wrench his mind away from what was happening down in front of him ‘ I’ve got to get a grip on this before I blow my load in the first 30 seconds ‘ he thought … taking her by the shoulders he pulled her up and backed into the corner of the room gently turning her around as he did so that she was facing away from him. He backed right into the corner feeling the cool surface on his skin and pulled her up against him her firm buttocks pressing his cock up against his stomach. He wrapped his left arm around her chest and started to squeeze her right nipple between his fingers, kneading her breast as he did so. Sliding his right hand down across her stomach his fingers encountered a wet patch and he dipped one into her slit… a small groan escaped her lips and she started grinding her butt against his cock in rhythm to the motion of his finger as it slid in and out of her pussy rubbing against her clit.

    She was really worked up now she didn’t care if there was someone watching it’d been too long since she done this and his finger was sending her into a frenzy she needed him inside her… pounding her as she came…..she couldn’t take it anymore ..she whipped round so fast she saw the look of shock flash across his face as his finger slid out of her

“Fuck me” she whispered

A look of raw animal hunger passed across his face and he pressed her up against the wall picking her up by grabbing her arse and thighs he lowered her onto his shaft feeling her grip him tightly as she slid onto him gliding all the way to the hilt. She wrapped her legs around him tightly gripping him as hard as she could as he started to thrust into her pushing her up against the wall harder. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her his hands on her butt gripping firmly with every thrust, the grunts he made every time he pounded into her.

   Oh god this was good… he didn’t know how much longer he could keep himself from cumming .. he could feel her hard nipples pressed against his chest rubbing up and down his pecks with every thrusting motion.. the small gasping moans escaping from her lips, her legs were wrapped around him so tightly gripping he could feel the effect in her vaginal muscles as they gripped his penis with their satiny walls. It was al too much he could feel the overwhelming pressure building up in his balls. Sliding his hands down from her butt cheeks he unwrapped her legs and gripped each leg on the underside just above the knee and forced her legs open as far as they would go so that her knees were mere inches from being pressed up against the wall she gasped as he started to pound into her faster and faster and started to convulse in uncontrollable ecstasy .. it was too much and he exploded inside her.

   She almost screamed out loud as he unwrapped her legs and forced them open so wide thrusting faster and faster she began to tingle all over and then she felt him throbbing quicker and quicker inside of her and she began to orgasm her stomach muscles spasming wildly as she came feeling him squirt into her she began to milk his cock with her contractions…..

    Gasping they both collapsed sliding slowly down the wall slick with Anna’s sweat she fell on top of him his cock still inside her both of them breathing heavily.

“CONFIRMED….GENETIC MATERIAL ACQUIRED…SPECIES CATALOGUED…WE WILL RETURN THE SPECIMENS”

“What? No” Steve said coming back to himself He looked into her eyes “I don’t even know your name” He blurted out . She smiled and opened her mouth to tell him when there was a sudden blinding flash and they both vanished from the room….

Years later Steve would put the experience down to too many beers the night before and whilst he still wandered occasionally about it he slowly forgot. Anna however, couldn’t she knew it wasn’t a dream and even went so far as to try and recreate to same intense feelings with future partners although all to no avail…..

 Having lost touch over a couple of years, lots of chat led us to arriving on the hill park. We drifted on had an ice cream as you do. Holding hands then arm in arm, time ran away with us. As it started to get dark we smooched and then kissed and kissed and kissed. Oops! my hand found her booby and her hand found my hand and pushed it away with "I'm not like that" At the second attempt I took her point. I'll now jump forward about a year,reason being nothing happened except we became boy and girl friend but no sexual activity, just snogging.

 That is until formally I proposed marriage, her father gave us the nod and we got engaged. I will say this was the best decision I took in my life,boy was it ever! The real 'Jackie' was hid inside her all the time. What a woman! Within the week we were down a nearby lane her knickers were off and into her handbag, I fumble for her pussy, well how would an innocent lad know how or where? Remember that one lads. She's excited now and her cherry was taken. being before paper tissues, the only thing to wipe her pussy with was her powder puff from her compact. Pussy wiped and checked she decided with me her cherry was gone then promply stuck the item between a lampost and the lane wall. Furtively we left the lane then burst into laughter at what the road cleaner would think when he found this powder puff. I also found some blood under my foreskin the next morning, lovely!

 Much of my leave's were then spent staying on the settee in her house. The moment her mother went to work she appeared dressed only in an overall. She'd open it and leap onto me and fucked my brains out. Eventually,she steadied down and let me study her hour glass body and play her to climax a lot more.

 Her body was all that a man could want. Not over pretty in face, she had lovely brown hair top (head) and bottom, her boobs were more than a man's hand full squeezing lushly out between my fingers as I squeezed them,topping these were two nipples about a half inch in length and areoles with a prominent circle of peaks around each nipple and tanned like her thigh tops. With a not so flat rubbery belly leading down to a prominent 'mound of venus' with an abundant mass of curly brown pubes. Following down her Venus lines took you to her groin line in turn these led to the groove above and past her hood which indicated a full clitoris hidden there under. Running each side of the hood the valley decended to her pussy slit with volumptious outer lips and fleshy medium sized inner vulva lips.

 From here the slit led on round to a beautiful pair of globes with the crack continuation hiding a lovely puckered bum hole. Slight tanned areas were all in the right areas. Her legs were beautiful with slim ankles,strong thighs which became a feature of exciting sexual happenings in our future. All these features were to be my play area for the future and Jackie also had one more sexual organ? Her brain, my god what an organ this would turn out to be.

 more later.