heading to bed and got up and kissed me gently and said good night and walked down the hall to the room.  I was watching her, but still wheeling from all the excitement in my pants. I turned to her sister Debbie and started the next hand of cards, and then noticed that the feeling of that foot was still on my cock and rubbing it faster.  For the past hour it was not my wife at all but her sister feeling my cock all this time.  I was both excited as hell and horrified at the same time.  I looked at her and all she did is smile a devilish smile and I asked her what the hell are you doing? I said to her “first off, you’re my wife’s sister, secondly… she is in the other room!”. With that I stood up and tried to find my bearings so I could get my mind clear.  I looked around for a second debating if I should simply grab her and fuck the shit out of this slut or be faithful to my wife and go pound her pussy like never before from all this built up excitement.  I walked away and went into the bedroom where my wife was.  As she lay there half asleep on her stomach, I slipped my hand between her legs and softly caressed the outer part of her pussy.  It didn’t take long to feel her wetness and her low moans coming from her.  She started to churn and arched her back so her ass was in the air a bit.  I stood up and removed my clothes and crawled back into the bed.  I crawled in from the bottom of the bed and nestled my face between my wife’s legs.  I could feel the heat coming from her body, as I got closer to her cunt.  I started to lick her inner thighs and made small circular traces over her from one leg to the other, and I could her breathing get very shallow. I could hold out any longer as I plunged my tongue deep into her love canal. She let out a small yelp and collapsed on the bed and grabbed for her pillow and started to try to muffle her moans and screams of pleasure.  Knowing her sister was in the next room I began to be a bit rougher then normal eating her cunt, which she liked on occasion and she began to hump my face like she was riding the winner of the Kentucky derby.  I stated to lick her beautiful purple starfish… and then without warning I slammed two fingers deep inside her cunt.  She let out a loud moan and screamed for me to fuck her.  I didn’t hesitate any longer I mounted her form behind and rammed my cock deep into her cunt… and slipped a fingered in her ass.  She was bucking and rolling like a mad woman, without caring about anyone else in the house or that they could hear it. She came in an amazing animalistic manner, clawing at the bed and pillow like it was her last hope to live.  After an hour or so, I pulled my cock from her dripping satisfied pussy and moved up to her face.  She looked at me more lovingly then she had ever done before and slammed her face down on my cock. It didn’t take long before I could feel the wonderful rumblings of a massive orgasm.  I tried to pull me cock from her talented mouth so I could cum on her tits, but she wouldn’t have any of that… as she grabbed the back of my ass and forced as much of my cock in her mouth to forced me to cum in her throat.  Although it was no uncommon for her to swallow, it was the most wonderful feeling to have her not allow it to be wasted anywhere else but down her throat.  I came with such force she gagged once or twice, but didn’t miss and drop.  I looked at her and she smiled and whispered, “I love you so much”.  The next morning I was given the angriest look I have ever received from another human, her sister.  She had obviously heard the most of our night of satisfaction and was angry I had not taken the opportunity to fuck her.  While walking past her home and seeing the silhouette I thought of that evening and the way I wished I had fucked her the way she wanted me too.  Now being separated from her ex for about 5 years, I know she has not seen another man since that.  He on occasion came over to her home to fix something and leave a bit of himself in her.  I noticed a hand in the widow waving me to come to the house, and I was unclear of who or why I was being summoned.  I made my way to the door and knocked softly and I tried to figure out why… knowing I had helped Debbie on a couple occasions fix things from her computer the her appliances.  I thought that maybe there was a small problem that needed some attention, although I really didn’t like her much, she was still very attractive and I had often thought of what it would have been like to fuck her.  As I stood there with my mind wondering… the door opened slowly.  There looking at me was her daughter 13 year old Amy.  I asked if her mom had waved for me, and she said “no, it was me”.  I asked what it was she needed, and she grabbed my hand and pulled me in. I hesitated for a moment and staggered in off balance and pinned her to the wall with my weight.  I moved back and smiled at her… and to my surprise she was grinning ear to ear.  I asked what she needed and she asked me to follow her to her room.  I asked why, and she said it was her computer… so I followed.  I had been in there a number of times not thinking anything of it, fixing both her and Debbie’s computers.  As I entered the bedroom I noticed all the posters of boys and band members and models without shirts and posing in seductive poses.  I asked Amy what the problem was and she turned on the monitor, and to my amazement a full screen of males naked with hardons and porn was plastered all over the screen.  I looked at her in amazement and smiled at her without knowing what to say. She looked at me and said she needed me to get that off her system so her mother would not find out she had been looking at pornography online.  I looked at her as she stared at the monitor and could see the excitement in her eyes as she glared and a young girl being face fucked, and another girl being fucked doggie style by another guy.  I could see a gleam in her eye and she looked deeply into the monitor as if she wanted to be there.  I asked her how long she had been looking at this type of site, and she said it has been for about 4 months. Her friends and her had talked about how far they had gone with a boy and when hearing some of the things being done she wanted to know more.  She had been sheltered for most of her life and had not gone on a date, but was allowed to have boy come over the study while her mother was home.  I left the moving of the girls being fuck on the monitor as I cleaned up the other screens and propagating site images.  She told me every time she closed a window another two or three sites would pop up.  I had told both her and her mother Debbie never to shut down the system by power only, so she was afraid to do a simple hard reboot.  I finally got all of the screens removed and cleared the registry of unwanted sites.  I looked at her while the movie was running, and asked how far she had gone with a boy.  She looked at the monitor and said she had not gotten even close to a boy’s private parts.  She said she had rubbed a boys thing through his pants once, but was not able to get any further because her mother was in the other room. I asked her if a boy had ever touched her, and Amy looked at me and said not the way she had touched herself.  I looked at her after she said that and noticed she had her hand placed on her panties under her skirt, not realizing it.  I asked her if she liked the feeling of being touched and she looked at me and said she loved the feeling of her pussy getting wet when she touched it, but didn’t know if it was the same when a boy would touch it. By this time I had felt my cock getting hard quickly, trying not to let my mind go where it was heading.  I could help it knowing she was so damn innocent and yet only in body and not mind.  I thought of the times I wanted to fuck her mother and the night her mother had felt my cock playing cards.  I looked at her and touched her wrist, and she looked down and noticed she had been softly rubbing her pussy over her panties. She began to remove her hand and turn red when I pushed her wrist back to where it had been and told her it was ok to make herself feel good. She looked and the monitor and a guy was cumming in one of the girl’s mouth and she was moaning and begging for more.  As I looked at the monitor and notice the same I felt a small hand rub my steel hard cock through my pants.  I looked at her eyes and could see a dark burning deep inside her waiting to be fulfilled.  I looked at the monitor again and the second girl was taking the guys cock in her hand and guiding it to hr mouth.  I looked at Amy and she seemed to know exactly what to do.  She slowly removed her panties and pulled at the button on my jeans releasing my pants that caged my cock.  She then looked and me and slowly pulled my hand to her little pussy and asked me to touch her.  As I slowly caressed her small tight pussy I wondered how far I would allow her to get and couldn’t imagine what would happen if her mother came in to find this.  I couldn’t believe how wet this little girl was as I slid a finger into her hot tight hole.  She moaned gently and wiggled her hips a bit with each thrust of my finger.  My cock could not take any more of this without being free.  I reached down and removed her little hand from my pants and pulled my cock free from its tomb.  It sprung out like a gymnast looking for a perfect score at the Olympics.  She looked at it and asked what was glistening on the end of it.  I explained to her that it was pre-cum, and was to help lubricate a woman that a man was going to have sex with, and told her that her aunt used to love the taste of it and always had to suck my cock before fucking because she wanted to taste the pre-cum and the cum that came out afterwards.  She looked at me with a questioning look, so I told her it would be ok if she wanted to taste it.  She looked at me and asked if she would like ti.  I told her some girls do and some don’t, but there is no way to describe the actual taste other then to try it. She reach out and touch the head of my cock, and it jumped and startled her.  She took her wet finger and put it to her mouth and slid her tongue across it and tasted it for the first time. I asked her if she liked it and she smile and said yes, but didn’t get enough to make sure. She then bent down and took the head of my member into her hot little mouth and looked at the monitor and started to move her head up and down in rhythm to the girl now on the screen. I could believe my niece was sucking me off and she was only 13 year old, but I could stop her or myself. I inserted another finger into her hot hole and she moaned and I could feel the vibration on her moans on my cock.  This was driving me crazy, and I was having a hard time trying not to cum.  She looked up at me as she sucked my cock deep as she could into her mouth and that was it, I could hold back any longer.  I started to cum…. “Amy, I going to cum…. If your going to taste it be ready to swallow fast” and with the last words I started to jet cum into her mouth. To my absolute amazement she didn’t miss any of my juice and swallowed as fast as she could and savored the last little bit in her mouth then smiled at me and swallowed it.  She laid on the bed and said she loved the tasted and wanted to taste it again and again.  I laid on the bed next to her and told her I was going to do something that she was going to love for giving me such a great blow job.  With that I pulled her upwards and put her on my face.  I let me touch dart out fast and hit her wet slippery tight hole and she screamed in pleasure. I then took a finger and slipped it in her hole as I eat her pussy like it was the last pussy on earth.  She squirmed like a bowl of jello as I entered her with my tongue and finger and suck gently on her swollen clit. As I was looking into her eyes while eating her pussy and feeling her tight hole pulsate on my tongue I felt a hot breath on my cock.  I told the dog to get the fuck out of the room, and then felt a hot mouth engulf my cock. I pushed Amy aside to find her mother Debbie eating my cock and pulling off her panties.  I looked at Amy in horror and wondered what was going to happen, but couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling of finally having her mother on my raging cock after all these years. I buried my face in Amy’s pussy again and let all my thought leave and concentrated on what I was doing.  As I was eagerly eating this young pussy I felt Debbie stop sucking and worried what she was about to do, and without warning I felt a warm soft, wet feeling sliding down the length of my shaft.  I looked behind Amy and Debbie had mounted me and was now riding me and plunging my cock as deep into her as she could get it.  She then reached around Amy and started to squeeze her tender nipples, and Amy moaned in delight. Soon Amy was trusting like never before and I could feel her tense up, and start to scream out loud.  She said she felt something she had never felt and didn’t know what it was or if it was ok… her mother whispered to her it was ok and to let it happen and she would like it.  With that she let go and came in short spurts of happiness and collapsed and fell to the side of me on the bed.  She looked at her mom fucking me like she had seen in the movie on the monitor and told her mother to “fuck him mom”. As I felt another orgasm coming I could here Debbie start to breath very deep and her pussy tightened like her sisters before cumming.  We exploded at the same time and lay there for a few minutes.  As I wondered what to say, I look over to Debbie and she was rubbing her daughters wet pussy, and inserting two fingers into her.  After about five minutes she demanded that I get behind Amy, so I did exactly as she demanded and she grabbed my cock.  She placed it to the opening of her little girl and gently pushed Amy backwards and I felt her tight pussy starting to stretch over the head of my cock  After a couple minutes of gentle probing I was fully inside this young girl and she was moaning like her mother and pushing against my hard cock. I fucked her softly at first and held her hips and guided her as I fucked this sweet thing.  Debbie got to the top of the bed and opened her legs in front of her daughter and pulled her hand to her wet cunt.  Without a work Amy touched her cunt and pushed three, then four fingers into her mother. As she finger fucked her mother she moaned with delight as I started to push harder into hr virgin pussy.  She bend down to get as much cock into her as she could take, and she noticed she was right in front of her mother pussy… and she gently stuck her tongue out and tasted her mothers cunt.  Debbie moaned loudly and Amy could feel her mothers legs twitch so she started to flick her tongue on her mother’s cunt the way I had done to her.  Before long Debbie was hold her babies head and forcing her against her cunt as she came with a forceful scream.  I could feel myself beginning to build so I pulled my cock from Amy’s tight hole and moved it to both of the heads and started to cum… both Debbie and Amy opened their mouths to get as much of my cum as they could get.  She I lay there exhausted the two of them licked each other’s face sharing what was left of my juices.  As they lay on the bed, I gathered my clothes and dressed in the bathroom.  As I went to leave the house I looked in on them on more time to be sure I had not imagined all of this, and to my surprise.. Debbie was between Amy’s legs gently eating her little girl’s pussy. As I walked home, I could only wish my ex-wife had been apart of such an exotic sexual experience.  To this day I have not had another experience with either of them, and make it a point to walk by her house any time I have to go that way.

 

 

to have replies fro mthe big ego types, so she posted a picture of a fairly average looking girl that she found on the internet so that she wouldn't be recognised, and got to work setting up a profile to tell the world that she wanted a casual fuck and then left the site to do it's work.


The next day, she checked her mesaages, and had just one reply.  She checked out his profile, and he was a computer programmer in Ohio.  His picture said everything.  Slightly buck teethed and spotty, he really wasn't up to Britney's normal standard, but he surely would do anything when he found out his new fuck buddy was Britney Spears.  She called her people and arranged a flight to Ohio.  Before she left she replied to his message pretending that she also lived in Ohio, and would love to meet up for a fuck.  She would be staying at a 5 star hotel, and didn't want to make his suspicious yet, so said could she come over to his place.

When Britnet arrived in Ohio, she checked her messages, he said sre, come on over, and gave his address.  He also said that he still lived with his mom, so could she come over before 5 as he was working at home and his mom was out all day.

Briteny got a cab over to his place, and knocked on the door.  He openned the door and she said, "Hi, I'm Britney Spears".  "I know" he said "what the fuck are you doing here".  She told him that she wanted to fuck him, and he'd better pleasure her, and he almost came in his pants there and then.  Realising there were no cameras or other people there, he figured she must mean it.

Then went inside and Britney immediately stipped of down to her bra and panties.  She pushed him on the sofa and climbed on top and started kissing him.  Then all of a sudden, she stopped, turned over and lay on the sofa and told him to get to work.  He stripped off completely in a frenzy of excitement, and pulled out a 9" cock.  Britneys eyes widened as she knew she'd done the right thing.

He leaned over her, and kissed her on the lips, then worked his way down her neck and on to her cleavage.  He reached round and unclipped her bra and eased it off, seeing her perfect tits that he'd tossed himself off about in so many daydreams before.

He kissed her nippes and carried on working his way down, and as he got to her panties, he said a quick and quiet prayer of thanks.  He eased her panties down until they were around her knees, his face about 3 inches from her pussy.  He could see that she was dripping wet at being treated like a lady.  He kissed the outside of her shaved pussy and she moaned.  He knew this was a good sign, and so pushed his tongue in as far as he could, drinking in her juices and shoving his nose in to her pussy as far her could.

Before long Britney needed to feel that cock inside her, and as much as she was loving how he was taking it nice and slow, she needed the action.  He flipped her over and bent her over the sofa, seeing an image that he would never in his whole life forget.  He pushed his cock inside her pussy, thinking as he did so "fucking hell, my cock is inside Britney Spears right now".  He grabbed her ass and slowly began to fuck her pussy, gradually getting faster and faster. He shot his load inside Britney within about a minute, but was so excited by wat he was doing and her pussy was so surprisingly tight that he stayed rock hard and carrying on fucking her.

He came again, and they fucked a few more times that afternoon.  Britney felt so good at the way she was being treated that she let him fuck her ass too, and she also gave him a blowjob, pulling his cock out at the last second and forcing his cum in her hair, over her face and down her tits, just so he'd have another image in his memory forever.

Eventually the time came for Britney to leave, and as she dressed she left hre panties off, telling him he could keep them.  They were still moist from her earlier excitement, and he wished they would stay that way forever.

After she left, he couldn't help but be excited.  He phoned one of his friends and told him "you'll never believe this, but I've just spent the afternoon fucking Britney Spears".  "Yeah yeah" his friend said "you been sleeping on the job and dreaming about her again".  "No really" he said, "this is for real.  I knew I was on for a fuck this afternoon from a girl I met on the internet, so I did the usual thing and set up a camera"...

I was surronded by all guys.  And they were all pretty good looking except one who I thought was totally ugly.  Soon the training class started and about four hours into it, it was lunch time.  I went out to my car and ate the lunch I packed myself, as I didn't know where the break room was.  When I was done I walked to the side of the building and sat down on the bench for a smoke. 

A guy came over and asked me if he could sit with me and I told him, "go ahead"  He was a tall kind of skinny guy, and very handsom.  He had dark hair and eyes.  He sat down and we started to talk.  His name is Eric. I knew he was in my training class.  We became fast friends.  We ate lunch everyday together and started seeing eachother outside of work.  I knew that he had a girlfriend, but I really didn't care about that. 

This is about the time that I noticed all the other guys in the training class start to flirt with me.  I enjoyed all the attention and started to date a few of them, and kept my realtionship with Eric, who was taken, I liked him the best.  I really like all the dates and things the guys bought for me and really ejoyed the sex that I got from each of them.  I hadn't gotten a chance to do it with Eric yet. 

One day I was sitting at the house board cause I had the day off.  I sat think about Eric and how I would like him to come over and fuck me.  The more that I started to think about him the horneyer I got.  So I sat on my bed and started to rub my hot pussy.  Then I got into my dresser and pulled out my dildo.  I circled it around my pussy teasing it a little before I incerted it into my love box. I got lost in the moment and started ponding away at my pussy until I climaxed.  I was trying to catch my breath when the door bell rang.  I pulled up my pants and headed down to answer the door. 

It made me happy to see that it was Eric.  Seeing him after just thinking about him made me horneier than ever.  I had to have him.  I told him to come in and have a set.  He did so as we begain to talk about something.  I asked him if he wanted to watch a movie and he said that he did.  I knew witch one too.  It was a sexy little movie that always made me honey.  Everytime I watch it I end up playing with my self.  So I started it up.  Then told him I wanted to go take a quick shower.  I did so, and I put my bath robe on and came back down stairs.  I had nothing on under neath, just my plan to get him to fuck me.  The movie was playing and I could tell he was stirring a little on the couch.  

I looked down at the crotch of his pants and saw a lump that wasn't there before.  I layed my head on his sholder and started to watch the movie.  My robe slipped open a little so my boob was showing and I didn't fix it. 

I saw him look over at my boob and just opened my robe a little more so he could see the whole thing.  Before I knew it he was sucking on my tit.  I just let him, all part of the plan.  Then I felt his hand on my thigh and moving rapidly torward my soaking wet pussy. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?"  I asked.

"From the first time I saw you." he replyed, "it's just the all the guys at work made this bet of who was going to get to sleep with you"

"really?"  I asked "I have fucked all of them but Mike and you"  That was the ugly guy I mentioned before.

"I know, it was such a turn on for me.  I kept thinking about you with those dicks inside of you.  I would go home and  fuck my girlfriend everytime one of them told me about it" 

"All I really wanted was you, I thought about you everytime I got fuck and kept thinking about what your cock looked like."  I told him. "I just got done fucking my self when you got here this evening."

"really? What did you use?"  he asked.

"I'll show you later"

I said unzipping his jeans.  He helped me pull them to the floor and off his legs.  His dick was so hard it was palsing.  I began jacking him off before sticking the hard member into my mouth.  He turned me around to get a good look at my ass and started finger fucking me.  First with two fingers then with three.  Then he started to massage my ass hole and stuck a finger up it.  He was fucking my pussy and ass hard and I was sucking his dick with delight.  After a few minutes I felt my orgasm start.  I pulled his dick out of my mouth and started yelling:

"IIII'MMMM    CCCCUUUMMMIINNGG!!!"   I came all over his hands and fell down.  He rubbed my back and stuck his dick back in my mouth.  He grabed a hand full of hair and started moving my head up and down.  Then he slamed my head all the way down to his balls and unloaded a hugh amount of cum into my mouth.  It was the best thing I ever tasted.  I cleaned his dick up.

"now what?"  I asked.

"what do you want?'" He asked back.

"I want your dick inside of me"  I begged.

Then he turned me over and started to lick my pussy juices.  He lifted my ass off the couch and started licking my pussy and ass.  It was great.  After he got it nice and wet he asked if I had a dildo.  I said yes and went to get it.  I brought it back down and gave it too him.  He placed it into my pussy and moved it in and out.  It was feeling great, but I still needed him to be inside of me.  After a few minute of fucking my with the toy he was hard and ready for action.  He ramed his 10 inch cock all the way inside me. 

he fucked me for a long time.  We were all hot and sweety when we both colapsed from orgasims.  It was the best sex I every had in my life. 

That was the first of many fuckings.  I may share some more soon.  This is a true story.

t think he ever thought seriously about going out with me. I could tell he found me attractive as I blossomed from a flat chested bean sprout to a 34 C with shoulder length black hair, nice hips and a flat tummy. But by that time, he had a live in girl friend and I know Shelly was keeping him happy.

My folks invited a lot of neighborhood people over to the house for my 18th birthday. Mark's folks, Mark and Shelly came too. Mark went to the bathroom at one point, and I hatched my plan. As he was coming out, I headed in there myself and passed him in the hall. We stood there, isolated by the din of the others, and he remarked at how lovely I had become and how proud he was to hear how I was doing in school. I was pretty scared, but I managed to say, "You know Mark that I'm still a virgin?" A tear was coming down my cheek. He looked stunned and couldn't talk. Then, "Will you be my first lover? I've always wanted it to be you." I couldn't even keep looking in his eyes. He started to protest, "But you know ... Shelly ..." He was having trouble putting words together. Then, "I'd love that." "Oh thank you thank you." and I ran into the bathroom, where I broke down and cried.

We managed to work out a plan. We would meet in the parking lot of a local mall, area H2, at 1 in the afternoon. I went there dressed in a short red skirt and a loose angora sweater. He had on a sports coat and tie -- he took the afternoon off but didn't tell Shelly. He drove me to a downtown hotel where he had reserved a room. He parked in the underground lot and left me to go up and check in. I was so nervous sitting there waiting. When he came back down to the car to get me, we took the elevator up to the lobby -- such a beautiful place -- he had gone all out -- crossed over to the main elevator and he punched 11. On the way up, I was wrapped in his arms kissing him for the first time in all those years. I'll remember the room number, 1118, forever. Those were the years in my ages I had had a crush on him.

The door closed. He kissed me on the forehead, and the cheeks, and on the tip of my nose. Then he lifted my chin and kissed me on the mouth, a long, deep kiss as he pulled me against him and crushed his hard organ against my tummy. Then his hands started to carress my chest through my sweater as he stood back slightly to admire me. He was so handsome, 6'3, maybe 200 lbs, strong. Then he pulled up my sweater and saw I had a sheer blouse on with no bra. My nipples were up and I have nice brown areola around them and he just touched them with the tips of his fingers.

I started to undress him, too, but he said, "No this is for you this time." He was so gentle and so unrushed. He touched my nipples for maybe five minutes before he even tookoff my blouse. Then he was kissing them and gently licking them with my blouse open. He unzipped my skirt and let it drop to the floor before he even took off my blouse. I felt his hand slide over my silky panties and then his mouth kissing me there, taking me all in his mouth. Oh god.

Then he slid my panties to the floor and I stepped out of them. He stood up and just looked at me naked except for my open blouse and he had only lost his coat and tie at this point. "You are so beautiful," he said. I felt beautiful, too, standing there, beautiful and sexy and a virgin. Then he undressed himself in front of me while I played with my breasts through the silky fabric of my blouse. His cock seemed so big, I couldn't imagine it inside me, but I wanted it too.

He came over to me and put his cock between my legs, front to back along my slit. It felt so wonderful and I was so wet as he slid it back and forth and kissed me deeply. It seemed symbolic when he slid my blouse off and picked me up and carried me over to the bed. Somehow he had already pulled down the covers and put a towel there.

He started over by kissing my ankles, and my calves and my knees, and my thighs. As he got closer, he was licking more than kissing. I was moaning by the time I felt his tongue in the crack between my pussy and my leg. Then he spent the longest time just licking my pussy lips. Slowly I felt his tongue on the soft lining between my lips and then -- i didn't know it then -- but he found my clit with his tongue and his fingers were just inside me on the top of my vagina. I was cummming cummmming. It was so strong, stronger than anything I had felt with boys and their fingers.

Funny thing was, he asked me right then, "Do you still want to do this?" I couldn't talk. I just shook my head yes with my mouth wide and my eyes fixed in his. I felt the tip of his cock in my opening. He played with me there for a while and it was causing me to spasm and buck. I finally needed more. In a voice I didn't recognize, I just said, "Now Mark" I felt a sharp pain as my virginity gave way and his cock plunged into me. God God God. His plunges were hurting but felt wonderful. We had chosen the time just before my period so I could have the real thing and for the first time in my life a man's cum filled me. A couple of times he asked, "Are you ok, should I stop?" but I had to have it. And even after he came, he continued as long as he could. And when he went limp, he still stayed inside me as he kissed me lovingly, carressed my breasts and just held me close.

We stayed in that room all afternoon. I don't know how many times we made love, but only after the first time did he let me carress him and kiss him and take him in my mouth. I knew guys liked that but had never done it. I had tasted my fingers before, but there was a new taste, a wonderful taste.

Of course, the next day, I went to the nurses office and got a bunch of condoms and started having sex with the boys in school, including my prom date. Mark and I have been together a few times since then, but it was a long time before another man was able to treat me the way he had. I told Amy all about it, but I don't think anyone else in the world knows.

br /> eyes closing to the darkness below
the wetness of the sea rising
for it is my time to go
with no one realizing

myself i grant one last look
and then the waves cover
the sand below shook
and finally, it was over

ing at the stinging sensation it caused her. The faint sound of knocking shattered her blissful session. “Time to get up and get ready for school.” Was all her mom said as she walked away from the door as quickly as she’d approached it. After the shower Michelle took an ample amount of time choosing just the right eye popping outfit. In the end she put on her short pleated plaid skirt, black tight baby doll tee, and a pair of chunky black platforms. Looking at herself in the mirror she thought, “Not slutty but just short enough to give a little show for Justin.” Walking through the school hallways, she began having second thoughts about her outfit. She was receiving more attention than she expected. Most of her classes seemed to fly by as she daydreamed about Justin, and in all of his glory. She found herself having naughty fantasies involving her being a bad girl(catholic school girl oufit and all)and Justin punishing her. Finally her chance to talk with Justin had come. She sat nervously next to him in biology. Pretending to pay attention to the days lesson. But he just looked so tempting. Her mouth watered as her eyes wandered down his frame and she traced the outline of his cock with them. *ahem* She looked up in surprise and embarrassment as Justin stared at her staring at him. He gave her a knowing smile and for a minute she thought she saw a smirk of lust in it. The room started to get very warm, she began to unbutton some of her school girl top and didn’t realize that now she was showing an incredible amount of her plentiful bosom. “May I go to the rest room?” Michelle blurted louder than she’d meant. “Sure. Class is almost over anyhow. Just don’t be late to your next class Shelley.” “Oh god he makes me so hot!” She said to herself in the mirror. She unbuttoned her shirt all the way down and splashed water against her chest, shivering at the feel of it against her hot skin. “Now how exactly do I get Justin alone long enough to…” Her words were cut off by Justin himself falling into the girls bathroom with a flushed face. “Um…I thought I heard my name and um…I just…Sorry.” He stammered under extreme discomfort. “Oh my god! What did you hear?! How long were you there?!” “Long enough to hear that you want me.” He looked down in slight embarrassment. ~Oh god he heard me. What do I do? I have him here and he knows. He doesn’t seem to be freaking out at all. Should I go for him? And what the hell is he looking at?~ Justin’s eyes seemed to stay glued to her chest, when she realized her shirt was wide open exposing her light pink bra. She looked up at him and gave a nervous smile. Grabbing his hand she pushed it against her huge breast, and giggled as he tried to fit all of it in his hand. She looked at him with a very seductive grin, and said, “Here let me make it easier for you.” She undid her bras front clasp and let it fall open. Justins mouth dropped as he quickly put it to her right nipple. Shelley moaned louder than she intended to and ran her fingers through his hair. “Mmmmmm yes…” Justin looked up at her with big dough like eyes and pulled off her bra and top, letting them fall to the floor. He ran to lock the bathroom door and turned back to Shelley with his cock almost busting out of his pants. “Let me help you with that.” She walked closer to him and unzipped his pants pulling them and his boxers down to his ankles. Her eyes widened when she saw just how huge his member really was. It looked to be 9 or 10 inches long and a nice 2 inches thick. She quickly put her mouth to the tip to lick all the precum off, sucking lightly on the huge head. Justin’s head rolled back and he moaned her name loudly. He put his hands through Shelley’s hair and tugged lightly, forcing her head down taking more of his cock. Shelley gagged lightly as it eased inch by inch into her mouth. She moaned on his cock, and moved her tongue quickly all over it. She gripped all of what couldn’t fit in her mouth and stroked it as her head bobbed up and down on the rest. “Oh baby! Take it all for me please.” Shelley wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the base and squeezed it tight. Relaxing her throat she let his entire member slide down her hot throat. “OOooohhh yes!!!” Justin grabbed the back of Shelley’s head and began fucking her face violently, grunting everytime he forced his way down her throat. Shelley’s lips began to get swollen and tired, and she was fighting for air each time he pulled her head up. The sight of Michelle so helpless and abused sent him off the edge and he held her head at the base of his cock as he spurted ounces of cum down her throat. “Swallow every drop bitch!” He demanded her to do. Shelley tried her best but a few drops managed to spill from the corners of her mouth. Shelley lay on the ground breathing heavily from the abuse her mouth had taken. But Justin gave her no rest. The minute she finished cleaning up the cum that spilled, he pounced on top of her ravishing her body. Squeezing her bum and bitting her nipples. Shelley moaned loudly. “Fuck my pussy, Justin. I’ve been waiting for it!” Justin began rubbing his huge prick up and down her slit, and in circles around her clit. Shelly lay on the ground moaning and begging to be fucked like a slut. No sooner than she said it did Justin force the huge head inside of her tight hole. “FUCK!!!” Justin grunted loudly as he forced his prick deeper in her. He covered her mouth as she screamed aand moaned, taking him deep. With one final hard thrust he buried himself to the hilt inside of her. Shelley squirmed, breathing heavily as he began slowing fucking her. But soon the pain began to feel better, and she wanted it harder and faster. Justin pounded her tight pussy harder, muffling her moans with his mouth over hers. Their tongues stroking each other roughly. He pinned her arms to her side and watched her breast bounce up and down wildly with every thrust he gave her. Shelley bucked her hips wildly under him. Banging her hips against him hard. He grabbed her ankles and put them on his shoulders and continued his vicious attack on her pussy. Michelle quaked with an orgasm so powerful she thought she would burst. Her moans and screams weren’t muffled by his mouth now. “FUCK. JUSTIN I’M CUMMING!!! Give it to me!!” These words swirled in his head as he felt her cum rubbing into his cock, and her pussy spasm and contract tightly around his member. “OH SHELLEY!!! Get ready to take all of my cum baby!!!” He thrust into her harder than ever lifting her bum off the floor. He gripped her tits and squeezed them as her pussy milked his cock for every drop of cum in him. Justin collapsed on top of Shelley breathless. Kissing her neck and chest lightly. “You’re amazing!”

nd a little slimmer but another little brown skinned girl (both girls are mixed i love black women.) She had longer curlier hair with a 36 c and a nice little athletic ass with great legs. i ended up being best friends with the both of them and ended up dating the 1st one right after my 18th birthday.

 One night while we were dating i got really drunk and rode my bike over to her house and spent the night. Her friend was also spending the night and we all slept in the same bed. Nothing happened but me and my girlfirend kissing a bit but i confessed to her that i was very attracted to them both and would love to try it some time. A few weeks later we broke up and the friendship fell apart as well. Now were are inda of friends and its the summer right before my freshmen year of highschool.

 My birthday is 4 days before i leave and i get a call from my exgirlfriend saying you should come over i want to see you before you leave and i have a birthday present for you. It was about 11 at night and i had been drinking and smoking a little bit through out the the night and got a ride over and knocked on the door. She answered the door in a white lace push up bra, white lace boy shorts, and white fishnet stockings and walked me in and sat down on the couch. We hand't seen eachother in a while and she sat there acting like she wanted to catch up and i sat there speechless. I got myself together and we started talking and catching up. Half through one of my sentences she crawrled across the couch and climbed on top of me.we stared at eachother for a moment and then she kissed me gently. we started kissinging more passionatly and i would start sucking on and biting her lower lip and she would mine. She put her hands under my shirt and started taking it off. Once my shirt was off i picked her up and walked down the stairs to her room. the whole time shes kissing and licking my neck. I place her on the bed take off my pants and climb on top of her. i start kissing her again as i get her bra off. Once her bra is off i go down and start sucking on her nickle sized nipples.  I motor boated and sucked and kissed your boobs for a few minutes longer and wored my way down pulling her panties down her theighs and off her legs.

 I had never done anything like this with her while we dated we barely made out for the few weeks we went out. But There she was legs apart with me right inbetween. She lied there pulling her pussy lips open revealing her tight pink pussy. She had just gotten it waxed so there wasnt a hair in sight. I also saw she had a little frog tatto right on the inside of her right theigh. i got down and placed my face inbwtween her legs right in front of her crotch. The smell turned me on so much i licked her clit with the very tip of my tongue and she let out a big sigh and went from being really tense to very relaxed. i started playing with the hole of her pussy with my middle finger not going in all the way as i started sucking her clit gently. I slide my middle finger and out slowly bending my finger a little bit once inside of her. She started moaning quitely and geting wetter and wetter. i moved down and started sliding my moist tongue in and out of her moist pussy. She loved that and got a little bit louder.she started clsoing her legs against my face and humoing my face as my tongue would slide in and out of her pussy. She loved that so much that she turned over and was now sitting on my face i reached up and started grabbing her breasts and caressing her nipples.

 I felt a hand on my cock (7 inch) that started jerking me off and i fgured it was her but about a minute later she orgasmed and  she grabbed my hair and pulled it with both hands and there was still a hand on my dick and i was shocked. It was her best friend in the same outfit but no fishnets and right as i we made eye contact she went down and started sucking my dick while stareing into my eyes and my girlfirend had gotten off my face and started licking her juices up off around my mouth and on my neck. when she had cleaned off my neck and mouth she went down and pushed her freind off my dick and started sucking it on her own. Then they decided to share and they would each take it twice then deep throat me and then pass it to the next girl and ask how they did and who was winning like it was a game.the curly haired one took my dick down her throat and held it there for almost 10 seconds and as soon as i pulled it out i came all over both there tits and faces. my exgirlfriend then sucked my dick clean until nothing else could come out of it. 

Then her Girlfriend pulled over to to other side of the bed and climbed on top of her and they stared 69ing. i started getting a little hard instantly. they were going to town on eachother spitting in eachothers pussys rubbing eachothers assholes i couldnt believe what i was seeing. I had to jin so i got up behind my eex's friend and she was bent over eating my ex's pussy unaware of me there i got up behind her and placed my dick head right at her pussy and she could feel it. the whole time my ex is licing up and down her clit. As soon as she feels my dick head on her pussy she backs up and takes the whole thing in and lets out one big moan and starts to spasm for a second as her pussy starts dripping on my ex. shes starts rockking her body back and forth and my ex gets out from under her and starts rubbing my bac and kissing my neck. I grabbed her friends hips and starting pulling them into into me so my entire dick would enter her pussy each time she would let out a little moan or sign.

 She then fliped over and drapped her ankles on my shoulders and i grabbed her theighs and started working her pussy. she motioned for my ex to sit on her face and she did. Me and her started making out as she worked herself on her friends face and i worked her friends from behind. Once we all got into the right rythm we all lost it at the same time and just just fell over and woke up 2 hours later and went out to party that night.

 

 

isy truck getting out of the drive way.  DAMN! They were just leaving.  I went to the kitchen and found my aunt outside doing laundry with here sweatpants and a atheletic bra.  My aunt is like around the early fourties.  She wasnt skinny nor fat. She was like in between.  She had the perfect breast......34C.  She was hot!!! Everytime they'd go to a party I'd come so I could check her out in her party dress.  PERFECT ASS SHAPE! My aunt was really curvy.  Sometimes I'd catch my own dad wanting to touch her breast....But yah back to the story.  She was out there just doing her normal routine.  I helped myself to some breakfast.  After that I went outside to say good morning to my aunt. She was shocked from the sound of my voice.  "Oh hi Alden.....I dindt know your awake....well your cousin went to his dentist so i guess were alone.....but if you need anything, just let me know okay sweetie.."  "Oh yah yah i will."  Damn she was fucking hot.  I went inside the house to watch some tv.  The same old tv shows were on so i went on the computer.  My aunt came inside and told me that she'll run in the treadmill and that she'll change.  I got the weirdest idea.  As she entered her room, i quickly followed her.  She was in the bathroom washing her face.  I stood in the side of the door watching her rubb her face with soap.  Then after she dried her face, she quickly took of her athletic bra showing her 34C tits.  Black nipples and they were huge! I mean really huge! Like the areolla was the size of the side of a soda can and the nipple was the size of a fat grape.  I had a eight inch boner!  I was so hard that i was forced to rubb my penis.  She turnned around and as a scardy cat i ran out of the room.  She came out in her running wear.  She took like thirty minutes then came inside.  She said she was tired and asked for a massage.  I had an idea.  We went to her rom and she layed on the bed. I jumped in with her and started massageing her shoulders.  I told her tat I learn new tricks from watching films.  She told me to just do it atleast she was getting massaged.  I massgaed her and massaged her till she fell asleep. It was my turn now.  I rolled her so that her stomach is facing up.  I kissed her lips and began riding my hands on the spandex.  I was right on top of her pussy and i started to rub it in.  I used my middlefinger to dig in and in.  I heard her moan.  I took my shirt off and my shorts.  My dick was so hard.  I pressed my dick on her lips.  I then rubbed her tits.  I pulled ut her breast and with a sissors i cut her athletic bra and started sucking the nipples.  I pinched it so hard that i think she moanned a bit.  I took her spandex off and saw her hairy pussy.  I began eating it and i felt a hand on my head.  She was pushing her face on her pussy.  She cummed. Started to shove my dick in her pussy but she stopped me.  She wanted to get my dick wet and she stucked it into her mouth.  She felt soooooooo goood. I cummed in her mouth and she gulped it all up.  I was still hard.  I then shoved my dick in her but this time she didnt stop me.  I fucked and fucked and shoved and shoved.  She screamed out knowing that my dick is larger than her husbands.  She yelled out my name and i cummed.  Me kissed and got cleaned up.

Two months passed and we are still doing it.  Even now, whenever we meet again, i fucked her.

f a demon that had bothered her for many years. Then she remembered the promise to go over everything that happened in the SM chamber owned by Ron's boss. Now that she had rid herself of the nightmares from the experience, she looked forward to reviewing the torture. Suddenly a shiver ran up her spine, making the hair on the back of her head, stand up. Betsy realized the many torture machines had revealed her secret dark-side. The wicked contempt shown by Ron and his boss had overly excited her, and it resulted in the orgasm of her life. But Betsy vowed to not dwell on the experience right now and she planned to save that for another chapter. Betsy's rest period was done and she rushed back to the spare bedroom for more erotic dreams. She was already into the next chapter when she jumped on the bed. Betsy landed in a comfortable position on her back and felt it was best because she could look up at this mysterious woman living her life without regrets. Of course she was the woman and loved trying to visualize everything right down to the most interesting detail. Grad school was finished and so was her affair with Ron. Betsy moved back to New Orleans taking a part-time, teaching job while putting her resume out to every school in the south. She lived with her father and he was very glad to have her living at home again. Being the only child, she was close to her father and it gave her a chance to do things for him again. It never hurt to have a woman's touch around the house, and Betsy's dad loved having her around even though she nagged him. This chapter of her life would see Betsy discover herself, as a mature woman. Her education years were over and now it was time to find a job she liked. It was a little before Mardi Gras and certainly party time in New Orleans. Betsy was at a party when she met Phil. He walked into the room with a cooler in his hand and instantly zeroed in on the sexiest woman in the room. They talked and Phil invited Betsy to a basketball game the next day. Phil invited her to Washington, DC for a Congressional Mardi Gras party, which Betsy could still remember. He booked her into the Ritz and they made love over the weekend. It started a long distance relationship with daily phone calls and constant emails that went on for months. Then Betsy was offered a job in Virginia. It was much better money than her New Orleans job and she moved there to be nearer to Phil. The Virginia location turned out great for a job plus rest and relaxation activities. Phil rented a beach house on the eastern shore for the summer and the couple went there every weekend. Betsy loved the beach, not so much for the water, but just for the playful atmosphere. The house had five bedrooms and two baths and Phil had most of the extra space rented out to his friends. He retained the largest bedroom on the main floor and the other four bedrooms were on the second level. There was a walkway on that level overlooking the dining room, which gave the house a very comfortable feeling. Most of the weekends were spent on the beach drinking, sunning and playing volleyball. Phil was a big volleyball guy and games were played in the sand for the entire summer. Betsy got to know most of the regulars even though there was a constant change of faces. At night most of the people would just come and go, as they pleased, but that didn't bother anyone. Betsy didn't like volleyball but she watched it a lot just to make Phil happy. Most of the guys had nicknames and she found most of them quite hilarious. There was Shape, Supershape who was Shape's brother, Bagman, Pisser and Flipper. When she found out how Flipper got his name, Betsy almost choked. It seemed he was setting up a gangbang on some girl and someone opened the door to the room he was in, to check on what was happening. Flipper was performing oral sex on the girl and he couldn't get any leverage so his arms were flipping back as he tried. Suddenly Betsy wondered what the guys called her but she shivered thinking that it was probably better not to know. Her life story abruptly got more interesting. It was near the end of summer when she was sitting at the dining room table with Phil and a new guy came in. He was a hunk who was staying in one of the upstairs bedrooms for the first time. Betsy remembered being smitten by the guy from the very first time she set eyes on him. She found out his name was Thomas and they had a very nice conversation that eventful day. It made her smile now when she remembered just how naïve and inexperienced she was in those days. Phil, Thomas and she sat around most of the day drinking far too much and joking. As was his custom, Phil was feeling no pain by late in the day. About eight in the evening, Betsy noticed a constant stream of guys going into one of the bedrooms. When she asked why, Thomas simply said that the only way to find out was to have a look. The three went upstairs and Betsy was utterly shocked beyond belief when the door opened. She remembered peeking into the room and the scene taking her breath away. As she found out later, Shape had picked up a girl named Marty and he turned her over to all of his buddies. When Betsy looked into the room, she noticed the naked woman on the bed and she was drenched with white, sticky cum. Betsy wondered if it was lucky or unlucky, but she witnessed Marty being savagely fucked. There was one guy fucking her, another guy with his fat cock in her mouth and a couple others were jerking off on her chest. All of a sudden Betsy's dream flashed into bright, vivid Technicolor. There were three or four naked guys waiting their turn in the room when a sudden onrush of more guys entered. To this day, Betsy never knew how the newcomers snatched her but suddenly she was inside the room. Frantically she looked around and couldn't find Phil or Thomas. Everything happened so fast that even today she couldn't believe how she was pushed up against the rocking bed. She remembered very vividly trying to stop all the hands, which were all over her body. It made her laugh now, but at the time she was terrified. She grabbed someone's bold hand just as it was about to feel her breast and someone else's hand shot under her shirt. Her boobs were outside her bra so fast that she was dumbfounded. Suddenly she had to let go of the hands trying to grope her chest, as there were far more pressing issues. A guy had his hands all over her crotch and another guy was trying to undo her pants. What she heard still sent shivers through her body. "Fresh meat. Hurry up guys... strip the bitch and get her on the fucking bed. Holy sweet shit... this bitch has nice tits. Look at those jugs... and those fucking nipples." The noise in the room was deafening and everyone was cheering. Not only for the guys screwing the slut on the bed but for the guys taking liberties with the new slut. Betsy rolled her head around frantically looking for help. Then she saw her boyfriend and Thomas trying to push the guys aside so they could rescue her. Betsy pleaded for her life just as a guy held her arms fully stretched up in the air. Another guy pushed her shirt and bra all the way up to her neck and yet someone else squeezed her boobs like he had never felt tits before. Everything was out of control. Suddenly she involuntarily sucked in her breath when she felt a hand slip into the waistband of her pants. She didn't mean to but it gave the man more freedom. He quickly shoved his hand into her panties and instantly his fingers closed on her crotch. Nothing so dramatic had ever happened to her before and all Betsy could do was squirm and struggle to get free. Her boobs were waving around like freelance balloons. All of a sudden one of the guys groping her went flying across the room. Then Thomas was standing beside her telling her drunken boyfriend that they should get poor little Betsy back to her own bedroom. Just as he started to lead her from the crowd of sex-starved maniacs, a mountain of a nude man stopped them. He told Thomas that she was the, 'new meat,' but Thomas said he didn't think so. This moose grabbed the front of Thomas' shirt and made a mistake of confronting an unknown opponent. Betsy remembered acting stupid at the time but now she laughed at it. As was her custom, she volunteered to go with the man if it meant he would leave Thomas and Phil alone. She remembered thinking the man was going to beat the shit out of her friends because of her, so the only sane thing she could do was go with the man. The last thing she remembered was Thomas letting go of her hand, as a gesture that he was willing to let her go. When she turned her back to take the mountain man's hand, the man went flying past her and landed on the floor in a heap. His face was bloody and Betsy thought she was dreaming. Then someone took her hand and out the door they went untouched or unmolested. Her legs were so wobbly that Betsy could hardly walk and Thomas led the way to his bedroom, which was down the hall. Drunken Phil followed and he had obviously been affected by the near gangbang of his girlfriend. About the last thing in the world Betsy ever expected she would be willing to do, she did. Her shirt and bra were still askew and she stood motionless when her boyfriend stripped them from her overheated body. Phil was too drunk to care that someone else was in the room and he took his clothes off. "Bets... love. I couldn't believe my eyes... they fucking had your gorgeous tits right out in the open. Fuck honey... I almost came in my pants when that one guy rubbed his cock all over you. Fuck... the one guy shoved his fucking hand down your pants. When he took it out and licked his wet fingers... I wanted to fuck you right there." Phil was shaky but finally managed to get his clothes off. He stood naked, as a jaybird, and let his cock wave in the air when he kept talking. "Honey. I'm sure they would have gangbanged you if Thomas hadn't been there. Yano what I think? I think we should give Thomas a reward. Let him have sex with you. Co'mon... let's do it." His hands were all over her and to this day Betsy couldn't understand why she didn't resist. She merely stood in the room and let her boyfriend take all her clothes off right in front of an almost complete stranger. But then she realized. From the first moment she saw Thomas, she knew he was the man for her. She had never dreamed of being unfaithful to Phil but suddenly she was more than willing. Betsy could still see the nicest smile on the man's face once she was naked. She stared into his dark, paralyzing eyes and knew everything was okay. Thomas did a striptease that any man would be proud of and when he was naked, Betsy's eyes widened in awe. He was all muscle and hung. She could still remember being extremely calm waiting for things to happen. Then Phil guided Betsy to the bed and she never complained. He almost tossed her down while giving every indication that he wanted her to suck his cock. Phil loved having her give him a blowjob and he held his hips out expecting Betsy to fulfill his wishes. "Come on baby. Show the man. Suck cock like you know how," Phil said. "And get on your hands and knees... so Thomas can get his reward." Her boyfriend was serious even though the alcohol influenced him. "Christ baby... I want to watch. I want to watch you have sex with someone," Phil whispered. "I want to watch you give head and get fucked at the same time... by him!" Betsy was simply amazed when it happened. Phil manhandled her until she was on hands and knees and in the desired position. The images of being completely vulnerable flashed in her head and they made her tremble. Phil shoved his cock in her face and Betsy had no alternative but to put it in her mouth. She started sucking Phil and used her hands to stroke his cock just the way he liked. Betsy remembered how severely she trembled when the bed moved. She knew Thomas was getting settled behind her and suddenly she felt something brush against her exposed backside. The devastating thought of being taken by a stranger was more thrilling than she ever imagined. She obediently sucked Phil's cock but all of her senses were focused on what Thomas was doing. Betsy felt the man rub his cock all over her butt and then he touched her between the legs. Her body jerked forward and Phil's cock shot down her throat taking her breath away. Suddenly a streak of lightning struck her pussy opening and the blazing bolt went straight to her head. Thomas felt the upturned ass quiver and rock when he split the puffy labia. He realized Betsy was experiencing a premature orgasm and didn't want to make her wait. Thomas rammed his cock to the hilt and he had never felt anything like it. The extreme heat instantly made his temperature rise and then Betsy pushed back at him. Her sexy body went into convulsion right away and Thomas couldn't believe his good luck. All that interested Phil was inside of Betsy's scorching mouth. He squirmed and tried to make the blowjob last a long time but Betsy was far too determined to end it quickly. She pumped her hand back and forth on his stiff shaft and kept the knob buried in her hot mouth. Even in his drunken stupor, Phil wondered if it was such a good idea. His glassy eyes stared at Thomas, as the man ravaged his girlfriend from behind. Phil reasoned his stamina lasted such a brief time was because of being able to watch Thomas with his girlfriend. He heard bare flesh slapping together, as Thomas fucked Betsy, and all Phil imagined was the man's big cock going in and out of her precious snatch. Phil merely grabbed her head tightly when his orgasm exploded in Betsy's sucking mouth. Then he threw his head back and only wanted to imagine himself with Betsy. Betsy's belly was still experiencing severe contractions when her mouth filled with molten lava. She desperately swallowed Phil's massive load and tried hard not to choke. Just as the last few drops were sucked out of Phil's throbbing pecker, Betsy felt something profound. There wasn't much she could do immediately following a climax but somehow her belly shuddered when the burning lava filled her inner sanctuary. Thomas' strong fingers closed around her waist and he squeezed hard. Betsy felt Thomas pull back at the same time he thrust forward with his powerful hips and she thought the top of her head was coming off. Suddenly more spasms rocked her sweating body, as the man fucked her into a subconscious state. All three sort of collapsed on the bed when the animal lust ended. Thomas kept his distance not wanting to get too close to the couple but Phil had other ideas. His desire for sexual gratification had been satisfied and all he could think of was having another drink. Phil obviously wasn't thinking straight when he excused himself, which shocked Betsy beyond belief. He told Betsy that he was going for another drink and then look in on what the other guys were doing. She took it to mean Phil wanted to watch the gangbang in Marty's bedroom, but the thought didn't upset her at all. *** Betsy remembered being not the least bit concerned when her boyfriend left her with someone else. She was lying on her side and suddenly felt Thomas shifting across the bed until he was up against her back. He hugged her for the longest time and it was the most wonderful feeling. Betsy liked to cuddle after intercourse and in no time her eyes got heavy and closed. She could still remember what happened next. The memory was still like it happened yesterday and Betsy was determined to take her time with this section of her life story. Her mind drifted back to 1991 and she relived one of the most memorable affairs of her life. Betsy was almost asleep, but Thomas had other plans. His right arm was over top of her torso and Betsy kept her arms outstretched, which left her entire front unguarded. At first Thomas' hand merely caressed the front of her body without lingering on any specific spot. In the perfect dreamland state, Betsy faced away from Thomas and let her mind drift through empty space. All of a sudden she was aware of his hand caressing and kneading her tits. One boob at a time, Thomas squeezed and tenderly massaged before lingering on each nipple until it was rock hard. There was a warm smile on her face and Betsy loved that inter-dimensional feeling of being half asleep. Suddenly her heart skipped a few beats when she felt something hard stirring against the back of her legs. She remembered not wanting to open her eyes so she laid still wishing for more lovely embraces. His hand moved from her heaving chest to her tummy, which was going in and out at a furious rate. She felt his fingers tracing lightly across her stomach and then stop at her bellybutton. Betsy sucked in her breath when Thomas touched her hollow and then he teased her until she whimpered out loud. "This time... we are going to do it right. Make mad, passionate love," Thomas whispered into her ear. "Lift your leg... up a bit." Betsy heard his command and obediently lifted her right leg slightly. She didn't expect the biggest thrill when Thomas' hard cock sprang between her thighs. His throbbing member stretched between her legs and sprang up against her wetness. Thomas knew exactly what would get Betsy's blood boiling. His right hand snaked downward and then he put his fingers directly over his hard cock. He pushed hard and felt his shaft embed itself in the immense wetness, which made Betsy's hips quiver wildly. Then he threatened to push the head of his cock into her honey hole and Betsy's breathing halted. Thomas left his meat embedded in Betsy's pussy slit and he deftly squirmed his fingers around the thick head to surround her throbbing clitoris. Betsy felt the head of his cock directly at her opening and his fingers pulling the swollen clit out of the vast wetness. Suddenly her breathing resumed but it was ragged and very broken. Now at the age of 39 and remembering the events in her life, Betsy recalled thinking how the first time was heaven, and the second time was heavenly bliss. She abruptly broke the embrace and rolled over to face Thomas. "Oh gawd, I need you. Please, please make love to me," she whispered. Thomas was skilled in the many facets of what a woman wanted and needed. "Put your hands on it. Feel my cock and make it harder," he whispered. She instantly obeyed not wanting to wait any longer. "Make it nice and hard... hard so you can sit on it." Betsy wondered what he meant but she didn't have to wait long before finding out. Thomas rolled onto his back and that put his engorged cock in a most prestigious position. It hovered at an angle above his hips and Betsy couldn't resist putting her dainty fingers around the thick shaft. "I want to watch you. Watch you make love to me. See you with my cock in your hands... and then see you sitting on top of it," he whispered. Betsy couldn't take her eyes off his penis. Her fingers were wrapped around the shaft and she felt the cock pulsating madly. She swooped down and kissed the glistening end but Thomas was not satisfied. "Leave it laying on my belly... and then sit on top. Sit on me so that your cunt is pushing against my cock. I want you to feel it... against your love-box," Thomas said. "I want to watch you... see you making love." Thomas laid flat on his back with his legs together. Betsy crouched over his thighs and place one of her knees on either side on his outstretched legs. She bent over and put her face mere inches above his chest. Betsy would never forget the feeling. She squatted above his muscular hips and leaned forward. His pecker pressed against the front of her body and Betsy felt it jerking up and down so that it banged her belly. Betsy couldn't remember wanting something so badly. She was willing to do whatever Thomas wanted if he would satisfy her burning desires. Suddenly he took control. "Suck my nipples. Suck'em love," he whispered. "Make them hard with your tongue... and your teeth!" She had never heard any man say that but strangely Betsy found his request very stimulating. When she reached out and put his tiny nipple in her mouth, it was a most profound feeling. Her tongue rolled the bud around and covered it with saliva, which brought moans from Thomas. "Yes baby. Just like that... now the other." Betsy caressed both nipples and found the experience made her even hotter. Then she nibbled on the tiny buds and noticed how his chest seemed to push up to meet her mouth. Suddenly Thomas put his strong hands on her ass cheeks and moved her butt until it was directly over his crotch. She had to straighten up but managed to retain a hold on his nipples. "Sit on it. Put your wet pussy right on top of my cock. Push my cock into your lips. Baby... spread those juicy lips with my cock," he said. Thomas guided her hips and he knew when things were right. Betsy gasped out loud when the throbbing cock split her soaked pussy lips and the thick shaft embedded into her narrow slit. She sat up straighter but kept her hands on his chest. Her fingers pinched his nipples and twisted them ever so tenderly. The thick cock burned her pussy and Betsy couldn't sit still. Her hips jiggled back and forth and Thomas pulled down hard with his hands around her slender waist. Suddenly Betsy wanted it now. Her tummy started to quiver in and out and Thomas was afraid she was not going to wait so he lifted her up. "Not yet. Get up... hold my cock up and sit on it. I want it in your belly," he moaned. Betsy shifted to the rear so that she was sitting on his legs. Her hand grabbed the enlarged cock as soon as it was free and she held it straight up in the air. Betsy would never forget the feeling. She squatted and ever so slowly moved forward until she was above his muscular hips again. Then she held perfectly still. Betsy stared down at the upstanding cock. She wondered if she should sit down but her body was moving before the answer came. Thomas put his hands around her waist and guided her forward, an inch at a time. When the tip of his bulbous cock touched her crotch, her breathing stopped. Betsy was afraid to take her hand off his thick shaft and held the cock straight up. The feeling was out of this world when her body lowered a little. First one inch, then two, and suddenly her hand let go. Betsy was staring into his eyes when it happened. She felt his hands tug on her slender waist and knew he was going to do it. She merely held her breath waiting. Then Thomas squeezed his hands into her burning flesh and pulled downward with all his strength. He thrust up with his powerful hips and buried his cock to the hilt with one swift stab. It must have taken minutes to start breathing again, and when she did, all Betsy could do was gasp desperately for much needed air. She was positive that she started creaming on the first thrust and didn't stop until he finally climaxed deep inside of her. It was the longest and most intense orgasm of her life up to that point and one she would always remember. That time, years ago with Thomas, still brought back good memories. Betsy also realized that it was a defining moment in her life. She realized her relationship with Phil was over and vowed to leave her boyfriend to be with Thomas. The ecstasy lasted for hours that night and she experienced one orgasm after another. She wasn't sure what time it was when she left Thomas' room but eventually she wound up back in bed with her boyfriend. Phil must have passed out sometime during the night like he did every weekend. He was in bed still completely dressed and hardly stirred when she came to bed. Phil mumbled some indistinguishable statement, as she climbed into bed, and Betsy assumed he was oblivious to her spending hours with another man. 'But then again,' Betsy mused. 'Maybe he knew and wanted me to screw his buddy.' Phil's eyes flickered for a brief moment, as if he acknowledged her return to bed from using the bathroom. *** In the morning, Phil had a humongous hangover. He woke up and threw his arm around Betsy but luckily for her, he didn't try anything. Betsy remembered thinking at the time that she didn't want to have sex with Phil. She had such a wonderful feeling after the night with Thomas and she didn't want to spoil it. Sunday morning was a complete blur with Betsy reminiscing about the time with Thomas. She had breakfast with Phil and immediately after went up to the room she shared with Thomas. That was when she felt like someone stabbed her in the heart. The room was empty and it had been neatly cleaned up. Betsy stood outside the room in disbelief, which must have been noted by a girl, named Penny, who was walking by. "Are you looking for Thomas? If so... he's gone. Packed up and left about nine," the girl informed Betsy. She could see the concerned look on Betsy's pretty face so she continued. "I liked Thomas. He's not like most of the guys. Are you his girlfriend?" Betsy was not able to speak right away but found her voice eventually. "No. No... We're just friends. I'll see him later... I'm sure he'll be on the beach this afternoon." Betsy thought back to her initial meeting with Penny. She was a lovely girl who went to church every Sunday. Penny was fairly thin and she had the cutest smile on her face all the time. The one thing a person noticed about Penny right away was that the woman didn't have boobs. Betsy remembered feeling sorry for her at the time but later she realized that Penny had nipples that made up for any lack of tits. Right after finding out that Thomas had departed, Betsy had to be alone. She left Penny standing in the hallway and rushed back to her room. Phil had already changed for the beach and he was dressed in his normal volleyball attire. They exchanged greetings and agreed to meet on the beach at the courts. Betsy stayed in the room for about an hour but then decided it was best to socialize. Most of the regulars were already at the beach when Betsy finally arrived. She needed sleep more than anything and quickly nodded off into dreamland once her chair was settled on the sand. Even the loud hollering and volleyball cheering didn't bother her that day. Her mind drifted off and it was Thomas who was in her most intimate thoughts. After thirty minutes, someone thrust a beer into her hand. There was still no sign of Thomas so Betsy slowly sipped the beer while nonchalantly watching the sweaty volleyball players playing in the sand. Then she dropped off asleep for another hour before repeating the frustrating exercise. She thought about last night and her mind tuned out all of the things going on around her. It was like trying to solve an equation and all Betsy thought about was when, and if, Thomas would show up. She had that worried, sickening feeling that people got when they weren't sure about a love affair. Betsy remembered every question rushing through her distraught mind waiting to see Thomas again. 'Did Thomas like her? Did he want her to be his girlfriend? Did she do something wrong or did Thomas just use her last night?' The last question was the most disturbing, but Betsy didn't believe the man betrayed her feelings and emotions. She was still disillusioned and halfway through her third beer when her thoughts were interrupted. "Is this chair taken? My... you look even lovelier than last night." Betsy came fully awake in a heartbeat and she started to stutter. "What? No... Oh, no," she muttered before realizing there was no chair but her own around. She blushed and could feel her heart beating so fast it must have made her look silly. Thomas sat down in the sand and they chatted for a long time. They talked about nothing and little things that didn't require much thinking. Suddenly she realized that she didn't know much about the man. She did most of the talking last night, a southern thing, she thought. So they chatted about him. Betsy asked about the mountain man last night, as she was still confused about how the man went flying. Thomas told her that he was a 3rd degree black belt so quite competent when push came to shove. It bothered Betsy that Thomas had left before seeing her in the morning. He quickly put her fears to rest by explaining that he had to do an errand. Apparently he was moving and had to pick up the keys to his new house in Boston that morning. Betsy felt much better once Thomas told her how he hurried through the transfer and rushed back just to see her. Betsy was in heaven after hearing his heart-warming revelation. They each had a beer and then Thomas suggested they go up to the beach house. "Last night meant a lot to me. Come... I want to fuck you again," he whispered. Her jaw dropped both from surprise and great elation. She gulped her beer and off they went. They went directly to the same room as last night. Luckily it was still unoccupied and her heart stopped when the door slammed shut. They stood face to face and Betsy watched his lips move. "Take off your suit. I know it's a beautiful bikini, but I want to see your gorgeous body... naked," Thomas said. Betsy did as he requested and in a flash Thomas also stripped. "Have you ever masturbated?" She almost fainted but couldn't stop her response. "Yes." The look on his face was serious. "Show me!" Betsy often touched herself when she was with a partner but suddenly she didn't know what to do. Thomas moved over to sit in a chair beside the bed and motioned for her to use the bed. Betsy slowly walked over and sat down facing Thomas. She assumed it would be easy to masturbate but that was far from what happened. All of a sudden she didn't get aroused or worked up when she caressed her boobs. Betsy rolled her nipples around and around but all that did was get them hard. Then she shifted her hand down to her pelvis and put her fingers between her legs. It went better but she still didn't feel close to achieving an orgasm. Suddenly inspiration hit. She visualized seeing Marty during that horrible gangbang. Then Betsy remembered being forced into the room by strangers and having her top lifted up above her breasts. She vowed never to admit the feelings she felt at the time. Her juices started to run and she felt the crotch of her panties getting soaked. Then she pictured the men holding her arms up in the air so they could fondle her boobs. Betsy's hand started to move a lot faster. Suddenly the masturbation was much easier. She remembered her nipples being pinched so hard it hurt but that didn't matter at the time. Her visualization continued with the men molesting her boobs and one guy even sucked her nipple. Then Betsy pictured what should have been the most disturbing thing that happened. While the men groped her titties, another man shoved his hand inside her pants. The man had one goal in mind and his fingers entered her wetness with lightning speed. Afterwards Betsy wondered if she spread her legs or if the man forced them apart. She remembered struggling like crazy, but it merely seemed to give the man more freedom. Suddenly her fingers were his fingers. She put the clit between her thumb and forefinger and started twirling it vigorously until she felt the first spasm shot through her loins. Thomas watched the erotic bliss with immense admiration. He adored Betsy's wit and charm but suddenly he loved her sexy body and adorable treasures. Betsy threw her head back and pushed out her chest when her left hand grabbed a boob. Her fingers pulled the hard nipple outward, as if offering it to the enthusiastic onlooker. Her right hand was a blur and Thomas caught brief glimpses of the rosy bud when it swirled around in the vast wetness. Thomas knew exactly when Betsy climaxed. Her right hand stopped moving except for her fingers squeezing the puffy clit. Then her hips jerked out of control and thrust wildly at the imaginary stranger. When the orgasm subsided enough to enable Betsy to breathe properly again, Thomas ordered her to suck his cock. "Get me harder. Put your lips around my cock and suck it... so I can stick it in your cunt," he commanded. In a less demanding manner he added, "Baby... I want to fuck you so badly." It made her chuckle now, but Thomas was a mouthful. There was no need to get him hard because his cock was already throbbing like crazy. But she obeyed relishing the opportunity to satisfy his demands. Then Thomas ordered her to kneel beside the bed. He jerked Betsy around and made her go down on her hands and knees. He forced her upper torso onto the bed with her head facing to the side. It was that familiar position, which Betsy loved, and she readied herself for what came next. Suddenly it all made sense to her even though it was years later. Thomas liked being in control and he loved ordering her to do things. He never asked or pleaded for her to do something, he only ordered her. In the beginning, she would have it no other way. She was submissive and liked pleasing others and this was her way of making someone special in her life happy. Once again Betsy was in heaven. Thomas knelt behind her and he did everything in slow-motion. He put the flared head of his cock at her opening and then he slowly pressed his hips forward. His glorious penis slid into her volcano and she could only remain stationary. Betsy felt his hand on her side so she lifted up slightly, thinking he wanted to reach under her outstretched torso. Instead he grabbed her hand and rolled her fingers up but left her thumb sticking out. Then he ordered her to suck her thumb, which she did right away. The rest was a blur to Betsy even now. She remembered sucking her thumb and Thomas pounding her cunt like a madman. She experienced one orgasm followed immediately by another and it seemed the man had everlasting stamina. Lights flashed in her head, her nipples were on fire and a thousand volts of electricity zapped her whole body. Then she felt his hips jerking randomly out of control and suddenly her entire body shut down. When Betsy came down out of the clouds, she was in his arms. Her head was on Thomas' chest and they talked for a while. He mentioned how lucky it was that her thumb was in her mouth when she climaxed because her loud groans of ecstasy would have been heard at the beach. All of a sudden Betsy realized something. It was during this tender embrace that the first thoughts of love entered her head. They talked and laughed. It seemed so different than anything before. Betsy started playing with his nipples, which she knew he liked. The next thing she knew it was blowjob time. "Hold it. Put the tip of my cock in your mouth... just the tip," Thomas ordered. "Now put your tongue under my cock. Lick it with your tongue... but just keep the tip in your mouth. Yes... yes, like that." Betsy's eyes were glassy, as she stared down at the big penis. "Now stroke it baby. Both hands... stroke it... stroke it harder," he said. "Yes... both hands back and forth... just like that. Keep doing it just like that and watch it cum. Watch me fill your mouth with cum, baby. You're the best cocksucker on the planet." His vulgarity should have disgusted Betsy but it didn't. It seemed to provoke her even more and she yearned to make him happier. Betsy milked Thomas' thick cock until she swallowed his big load of creamy cum. *** The time was getting to be late afternoon. Betsy and Thomas jumped out of bed with the realization that the beach crowd, especially Phil, would have noticed Betsy's disappearance. They showered and it took all their resolve to not start another session of torrid lovemaking. The beach house was about a block from the beach and Thomas thought he should return to the beach via a different route than Betsy. That made sense, Betsy reasoned, as it might look funny to Phil seeing his girlfriend show up with another man after she had been gone for hours. Betsy hoped that she didn't look too guilty when she strolled back to her chair. The volleyball games were still going on but Phil quickly came over to her, wanting to know where she had been. For one of the very few times in her life, she lied. Betsy told her boyfriend that she had not been feeling so good after the beers and she had taken a nap. Then wisely she got them both a beer and afterwards listened to him droll on and on about his volleyball crap. As Phil was yapping, Betsy finally saw Thomas walking up the beach. He was talking to a girl and Betsy remembering thinking how smart he was to solicit such a good cover-up. The girl had a great tan and she was wearing a bright green swimsuit. She appeared to have a pretty good body, but Betsy was too thrilled about what went on all afternoon to be jealous of the girl at first. Then Thomas and the girl stopped and sat on the girl's towel. They chatted and laughed and Betsy almost flew into a fit of rage when the girl put her hand on Thomas' shoulder. She wanted to confront the bitch and tell her that Thomas was her man. Betsy was mad. Then she got mad at Thomas. Suddenly she got mad at Phil for his damn yapping. Abruptly she told Phil that they should hit the road since tomorrow was a school day and she had to get up early. Betsy left the beach with Phil and she refused to look back at Thomas for fear of losing her nerve. She was determined to make a stand and show Thomas that she was not happy when he got too friendly with other women. Strange as it sounded now, Betsy reasoned her relationship with Thomas was much more than a fleeting afternoon, love affair. Betsy had everything packed in no time. They departed so fast that Phil was amazed. He thought Betsy was peeved at something but hesitated to say anything for fear she was mad at him. They bid all their friends a goodbye until next weekend and hit the road. Now years later, Betsy wondered how anyone could act so stupid. She lay in her state of dreamland remembering how mad she was at Thomas and the girl. Her anger turned out to be her boyfriend's immense gratification. Phil received the blowjob of his life on the drive home. He was utterly shocked when Betsy whipped his cock out and then bent over to suck it. Phil wasn't stopping for anything because he didn't want Betsy to stop so he kept driving. The thrill of possibly getting caught or seen by someone on the busy interstate made the experience even more thrilling. Not much was said after he climaxed. Phil merely drove and Betsy sat quietly while they dreamed of separate issues. Betsy wondered if Thomas was real and if her relationship with Phil was actually over. Although Phil had always said they were not fully committed to each other, Betsy still felt guilty for having a secret affair. *** The next weekend signaled the end of summer. It was a three-day affair with Monday being the last holiday of summer and everyone just wanted to party hard. Betsy thought she was right in assuming Phil didn't know anything about what happened last weekend with Thomas. She planned to get more of Thomas' personal information this weekend and hoped he would show up at the beach house. When she and Phil arrived at the house, all the bedrooms were full except for theirs. //// Betsy rushed upstairs to the bedroom that she hoped Thomas would be in, but she sadly found the room occupied by an unforgettable guest. The door of the room was open and Betsy got a glimpse of Marty putting her things away. She had a sudden urge to order the woman out of the bedroom but realized it was not her place to assign rooms. A shiver of doubt went through her tummy wondering if Phil had given Thomas' old room to the disgusting Marty. //// That Saturday was probably the longest day of her life. Betsy sat on the beach watching Phil and volleyball crowd and she remembered drinking way too much. She was kind of down on Phil because her mind was so preoccupied with hopes of seeing Thomas again. It seemed the day would never end but it finally did with a big party in their beach house living room. Everyone sat around getting blasted; it was a combination of too much sun, too much booze and too much late night carousing. The mood on Sunday was far more sedated. Everyone was hung over and Betsy was no different than the rest. She was filled with worry and anxiety thinking that she poured her heart out to a man who didn't want her. It was like any person who dearly loved someone but didn't know whether that person loved them back. Sunday brunch was the first meal of the day and Betsy found herself sitting with Penny at the kitchen table. The two women chatted casually and Penny asked her about Marty. Penny wanted to know what happened last weekend. Betsy watched the girl's reaction when she told her about Marty's gangbang but Penny's face didn't show anything. Knowing the girl was very religious, Betsy assumed that Penny would never condemn anyone for sinning in such an immoral way. Once afternoon arrived, the group was over their hangovers. They were ready for some more sun and volleyball and everyone moved down to the beach. Betsy got her usual spot off to one side of the setup courts and she again lapsed into a state of nervous anxiety. In the middle of the afternoon, all of a sudden she saw him. Thomas was standing with a group of guys who had just finished a volleyball game and he looked marvelous. Betsy didn't want to show too much enthusiasm, but she just couldn't wait. She almost ran up to the group and when Thomas saw her, his face lit up. Suddenly he excused himself and took Betsy's hand leading her off to one side so they could be alone. "I had to come. Sorry I didn't get here earlier... but I got held up. I can't stay this weekend... and I wanted you to know that," Thomas whispered. Betsy stood holding his hands while he kept talking. "I have a big family gathering that I have to attend. It's on right now but I had to come here to tell you... so you wouldn't think I was ignoring you," he explained. "Last weekend... was the best of my life. You mean everything to me... and I didn't want you to worry that I wasn't going to see you again." "It's okay. I wasn't worried. I was just sitting around with the rest of the guys... enjoying the sun and having a few beers," Betsy said feeling her face blush a brilliant red. "I have to be in Boston... well, about two hours ago," he whispered with a chuckle. "But I had to see you. Here! This is my business card. Please call me Wednesday. I'll be in my new home then." They exchanged a loving embrace and suddenly everything was all right. Betsy watched him run down the beach until he was out of sight, and then she returned to her chair. The remainder of the afternoon and evening was a complete blur, as all she could think about was Wednesday, a new beginning in her love-life. Betsy was still in a heightened, emotional state later in the evening. She remembered thinking that nothing could stop her from dreaming about what was in store for the future. Thinking back on that night, Betsy realized that her boyfriend likely planned the whole evening. She was oblivious to the reality Phil plied her with booze, which made her let down her guard. Betsy was completely oblivious that Phil knew about her secret affair. //// Close to midnight, Phil pestered her to join him for a little private party in one of the upstairs bedrooms. Reluctantly Betsy went with him just wanting to get the evening over with so she could go to bed. At the top of the stairs, Betsy halted when she realized Phil was heading towards the bedroom, which held great memories. There were strange moans and groans coming from the room she shared with Thomas the previous weekend and Betsy remembered thinking that the gangbang slut was at it again. //// Suddenly Phil grabbed her arm and made her stand quietly outside the noisy room. The door to Marty's room was open, which Betsy found out later was done on purpose. She could still hear loud moans of a woman's distress and then Phil encouraged her to peek into the room. Not wanting to disobey, Betsy slowly poked her head around the corner and noticed plenty of action on Marty's bed. Betsy was about to retreat when her boyfriend grabbed her arm with a viselike grip. It happened so fast that she didn't get a chance to get away from Phil. "Let's watch. I want to see Marty turn a little miss goodie-girl into her slave," he whispered. Now years later, Betsy realized how naïve and stupid she was back then. She should have realized it was all a setup, but at the time she didn't. Her boyfriend pushed her into the room and up against the wall. They stood motionless and the combatants on the bed never paid any attention to the new onlookers. Thankfully the room was relatively dark so Betsy didn't think she was in the spotlight. She stared at the furious action taking place a few feet away and noticed the naked body of Marty sitting on another woman's face. Marty had her knees around the woman's head and she locked her fingers into the struggling woman's hair. It appeared like Marty was suffocating the woman, as she pulled the woman's head up tightly into her crotch. It had to be seen, to be believed. Marty was forcing a woman to eat her out and there was a man fucking the woman's brains out. The man was perpendicular to the women and he was holding the thrashing legs up in the air. He lay sideways to the woman and pounded his pecker in and out of her hole like a madman. Betsy remembered thinking that the woman must be hurting from being in such a precarious position. Betsy never did know why she merely stood there. Surely, she reasoned now years later, it should have been possible to escape Phil's grasp. All of a sudden Marty was going through the throes of an explosive orgasm. Her body shook and vibrated and Betsy could clearly see she was having an enormous climax. The sound of the woman's tongue lapping Marty's leaking pussy sent shivers up Betsy's spine, as she watched the torrid sex scene. Suddenly Marty's orgasm was over and she shifted her body down so that she was sitting on the woman's stomach. Marty grabbed the woman's legs from the man and held them high in the air, which kept her crotch fully exposed for the man. Betsy's eye's opened in awe when she noticed who it was. Penny, or the righteous Church-girl as the group called her, was laying spread out on the bed with her face covered with Marty's juices. Penny's eyes were open wide and she was staring straight up at the ceiling. Betsy was afraid to move for fear of drawing attention to her and Phil. She ogled the demoralizing gangbang, which was taking place right in front of her, and stood still, flat against the wall. Then Betsy noticed Penny's bare breasts for the first time. She had always known the woman's tits were small and almost nonexistent but she never realized her nipples were so outstanding. They had to be an inch in size and obviously extremely sensitive by the way she moaned when Marty pinched them. The memory suddenly got more detailed and far more vivid. Betsy could hear everything like it was yesterday. "Say it. Say it, slut. Tell mistress to let you cum," Marty hissed daring Penny to say something. "Do you like mistress playing with your glorious nipples? Slut... I can see you want it. Say it!" Marty twirled the woman's nipples around, as if she was twisting them off a bottle. Then she put her face closer to Penny's and dared her again. "I know Stan is fucking your sweet cunt... and filling his slut with cum. Now mistress wants to hear her slave beg... beg for it," Marty whispered. Her voice sent shivers through Betsy even though Marty was speaking to someone else. Suddenly Penny was talking but her voice was too soft to be heard across the room. "Louder! Say it louder... so my new slut can hear. Say it slut," Marty ordered. It never dawned on Betsy at the time but Marty had plans. The sound of Penny's lost pleas were all that she was aware of. "Please... oh please let me cum. God mistress... my nipples... my pussy... oh, my God... I have to cum." Marty pinched the swollen nipples and twisted them as hard as she could. "More!" Penny couldn't stop but nothing she said was discernable. "Ooh... ooh. Oowie... ooh gawd... aah... gaaw, ooh, ooh. Oh no... oh no... yea... plea." It was obvious that Marty was in control and Penny was willing to submit to anything she demanded. Marty whispered in Penny's ear, making the girl speak loud and clear. She pleaded and begged her mistress and Betsy couldn't believe Penny had given in. What Betsy did notice was a world-class orgasm. Betsy didn't even notice what her boyfriend had been doing. She glanced to the side and saw Phil jerking off his hard cock. With her attention diverted at the least opportune time, it enabled Marty to put her devious plan in place. Betsy was petrified standing against the wall when the three naked bodies from the bed approached. "So my little slut likes watching. Did you like watching me turn Church-girl into a slut?" Betsy was too stunned to say anything. Then she got the bright inspiration to run. She pushed away from the wall and was just about to make a getaway when Phil grabbed her arms. He stood behind her and pinned her arms behind her back. Suddenly Marty was in her face. "I asked you a question! Did you like watching me turn Penny into a slut?" Then the woman took advantage of Betsy's captive stance. She wrapped the fingers of her left hand into her hair and jerked Betsy's head until their eyes locked. Betsy knew enough to answer or things could get worse. "No... no, gawd no." A sudden jerk of Marty's left hand and an extremely stern stare was enough to change Betsy's mind. There was a momentary pause. Then Betsy decided to tell the woman what she wanted to hear, assuming it was the best thing to do. "Yea... yes. Yes! I watched... are you fucking happy?" Marty was good at gaining control over submissive women. She had done it many times and certainly the episode with Penny was testament to her ability to become a mistress. Suddenly her right hand slipped under the bottom of Betsy's shirt and instantly closed over her left boob. "I watched you the whole time. I saw the lust on your face. Only a slut would stand there and watch... watch Church-girl being punished." "Oh gawd... I didn't mean to." Betsy tried to turn her head and look at Phil, but Marty held her hair with a secure hold. Then Marty swiftly ripped Betsy's bra up so she could feel a bare breast. Her hand cupped Betsy's titty and squeezed hard enough to get a reaction. Betsy struggled and tried to twist out of Phil's iron-grip. She got a brief hope of getting free, but suddenly Marty took control. She pinched the hardened nipple and rolled it around vigorously until Betsy stopped struggling. Marty got more excited with each passing second. Her head filled with lustful illusions, watching the futile struggles of the gorgeous woman. "Phil tells me that you are the hottest woman around. That you love screwing... anything with a pulse," Marty whispered. "He knows. Phil knows you fucked around... screwed around with Thomas." Betsy continued to squirm, but suddenly she comprehended the severity of the situation. If her boyfriend knew that she had sex with Thomas, he would certainly not help her now. Betsy realized that she was alone against Marty, but also Phil, who would be out for revenge. Marty would try to humiliate and degrade her enough so that she could gain control and Phil would help the woman. But Betsy vowed to be strong and fight the bitch to the end. All of a sudden things took a turn for the worst. "Slut! Come here slut... and see if we can turn dear Betsy into our slave," Marty said to Penny. "Stan honey... and Phil... let's take our little slave to the bed. Then dear Betsy can show us that she's a real slut." Suddenly everyone reached for her. Phil grabbed her under the armpits, someone grabbed one leg, someone grabbed the other, and then they all picked her up like a feather. In a split second, Betsy found herself spread-eagled on the bed with four sex-starved maniacs holding her captive. She twisted and struggled but Phil held her arms fully stretched, up above her head, and her legs were pinned to the mattress by Stan and Penny. Marty was in her glory. She huddled beside the frightened woman and pretended to console Betsy. Marty lifted and supported Betsy's head and stared directly into her eyes. "You think you're too good for the rest of us... don't you? Well, miss prissy... we'll see how good you really are," Marty whispered in a most threatening tone. "Slut... Church-girl! Come here and show our little slave how you like sucking titties. But first... let's get the bitch naked." Marty planned to make Betsy suffer. She was going to strip the woman, but it would be slow and tantalizing. Marty grabbed the bottom of Betsy's shirt and rolled it up to her neck, along with the lacy bra. She shifted slightly to the side and allowed Penny room to move over Betsy's chest. Penny hovered over the captive woman and suddenly the two stared into each other's eyes. Betsy was moved by the hesitant, pleading look on Penny's face and she felt like telling the girl that she understood. Betsy remembered shaking her head when she realized what was about to happen. She glanced down at her exposed chest and noticed her boobs swaying seductively side to side with her ragged breathing. There was a hand, Marty's hand she realized, cupping her right titty and sort of squeezing it into a cone-shape. "Aren't they beautiful... the most succulent tits... ever! Go ahead Penny. Feel them. Put your hands on them and feel what real breast are like," Marty said. It was now or never, Betsy decided. "Phil. Phil! For gawd sake... make her stop! Make the bitch stop... now!" Betsy tried to turn her head upwards so she could see her boyfriend. "For gawd sake, Phil! Do something! Make her stop!" There was no response from Phil except that he tightened his hold on her outstretched arms. When she tried again to reason with him, Betsy decided that a more subtle approach might work. "Oh, please. Phil... please help me. Oh, gawd you have to help me... pleeeeease!" Betsy hoped her pleas would make her boyfriend realize the error of what was happening but that didn't happen. Suddenly her head was jerked so that she stared straight ahead at Penny. The girl's eyes pleaded for forgiveness but that didn't stop Penny from obeying her mistress. Betsy felt the girl's hands shaking when they caressed her breastbone and then slide slowly upwards. The hands quickly stopped vibrating when the fingers seized both dazzling nipples. Betsy gave another valiant attempt to look at Phil, but Marty held her head steady, facing the front. She desperately wanted to lie perfectly still and show Marty that her humiliation was having no affect. Then her breathing got very uneven and her chest heaved displaying some of her lost control. Marty decided it was time for further chastisement. "Now... let's take her clothes off. She likes showing off on the beach... wearing those skimpy outfits," she whispered. "Fuck honey... let's see what those horny bastards keep looking at." Betsy felt so many hands on her torso that it was impossible to fight them off. Suddenly her top and bra were removed and tossed across the room, as if they were rags. She could feel Marty's hands even before they actually touched her body. Betsy knew what was next. Her tummy quivered so violently that it was increasingly harder to breath. Then Marty's fingers unsnapped the waistband of her pants. Betsy couldn't breathe anymore. Suddenly Marty slowly undid the zipper in a most tantalizing fashion and purposely held the flaps open. Betsy's tummy heaved in and out so fast, making it hard to catch her breath when the woman's fingers brushed the edges of her panties. Marty's fingers pinched the elastic band and pulled outward so she could look down the front. "My, my! That's about the nicest cunt... ever. I bet you like it being touched... caressed by a slut. I think you'll like it if Penny touches you... won't you?" All of a sudden the hands returned. Stan along with the helping hands of Marty and Penny quickly stripped the rest of Betsy's clothes while Phil pinned her arms above her head. She remembered sobbing and letting out numerous whimpers when her pants were lowered. Then more sobs when her panties were stripped leaving her completely naked. Betsy tried kicking but her legs merely thrashed in midair before getting pinned on the bed again. Things were getting more desperate and Betsy opened her mouth again to plead for mercy. Suddenly Marty rolled the lacy panties into a ball and shoved them into Betsy's open mouth. The woman laughed out loud and Betsy felt sick. "I know you want it. You're a slut... just like Church-girl. I could see that when you kept watching... the gangbang last weekend... and the one tonight," Marty whispered. Betsy's eyes were open so wide they hurt. She stared straight up at the ceiling hoping it was all a bad dream. "Now it's time for you to see a real slut. Penny my love... you will witness lust like you've never seen before." The dire prediction made Betsy cry. She desperately tried to spit the panties out but Marty held them security in her mouth. Suddenly her plight seemed so hopeless and Betsy wasn't sure if she had the strength to overcome Marty's drastic prophecy. Suddenly Marty blocked her view of the ceiling and the woman glared threateningly into Betsy's teary eyes. "Listen. Listen good slut... because I won't repeat myself. You're going to cream... cum in Penny's mouth and show her that you are a real slut." Marty spread out on the bed. She was sideways to Betsy, leaning over her chest. Marty put her right arm on the bed and held herself up so she could keep her face right in front of the woman's startled eyes. Her left hand continued to hold the panty gag in Betsy's mouth and everyone heard the whimpers of despair coming from the captive. Betsy couldn't see past the shield of Marty's body but suddenly she felt a feather, or it felt like one. Then she realized it was Penny's tongue. The girl licked her entire pelvis and then she licked the inside of her thighs. Penny was spurred onward by the wonderful smell and the sweetest taste. Her tongue lashed out and grazed the tip of Betsy's slit. The legs were tightly closed, but it still left a small, upper portion of Betsy's pussy exposed. Penny could barely touch the hidden clit, but she couldn't resist flicking her tongue between the puffy labia. Betsy desperately held her legs together. Stan had long ago stopped holding her down and he was standing off to one side merrily fisting his prick. Phil refused to let go of her arms, but he did relax his grip so it was not as restrictive for his girlfriend. Penny crouched beside Betsy's outstretched legs trying her best to perform magic, which would please her mistress. Penny had no idea what her mistress was doing, but Betsy knew. "Spread your legs... open them so slut Penny can taste your cunt. If you don't open them this instant... I'll kick the living shit out of you. And then feed your beaten ass to every fucking guy in this house," Marty said with her voice steady and mean. "That's it slut... spread those lovely legs... show me what a slut you are." It was the most devastating moment in her life up to that point. Betsy never understood how her legs parted but she certainly understood the repercussions. Her feet were only about a foot apart, but that was enough for Penny. She flipped over one leg and pounced down between the shapely thighs. Then her hands pushed outward on the legs and suddenly she could see it all. Penny's fingers went to the pink, swollen lips and pried them part to reveal utopia. It took a few moments before Penny was able to move, but then she swooped in to put her lips over the upper portion of Betsy's slit. She tenderly forced her tongue between the pearly lips and found the secret control button. Penny opened her mouth wide and sucked the entire clitoris into her burning mouth. Betsy arched her back but there was no escaping the hungry jaws. "Feel it... feel Penny's mouth. There is no one better at eating pussy than Penny. The girl sucked me inside out when she ate me. What's it feel like... slut!" Betsy was more determined than ever. She used every ounce of willpower to stave off any desire or lust. Her pretty face twisted and lines of worry appeared, which made Marty extremely pleased. Saliva ran out the corners of her mouth, as Betsy tried hard to keep breathing with the gag still in her mouth. "Fight it. Go ahead... fight all you want. We aren't going anywhere until you do it," Marty whispered. The woman's burning breath made Betsy's face turn beat red. Betsy grit her teeth on the soaked panties, fighting with all of her strength and resolve. Suddenly Marty dropped down, pulling the gag out. She lay on top of Betsy's chest and kissed her on the lips. At first the lips remained closed tightly but that reversed in a heartbeat. Marty's teeth curled around Betsy's bottom lip and then she bit hard. It was the kiss from Hell. Betsy was positive she tasted blood and her mouth opened, as if to protest. Then the demanding Marty grabbed a handful of hair and twisted hard. She aimed Betsy's head in her direction and forced her tongue into the waiting mouth. Marty had to search for the tongue, but she found it hiding in the bottom of Betsy's mouth. The timid tongue came up to fight off the forceful approach, but then the sharp teeth closed on it too. Tears filled Betsy's eyes, as she felt helpless against such a powerful woman. All of a sudden Betsy felt more teeth. Penny had the tiny clit between her ivories and she nibbled on the puffy bud. Betsy's hips jerked, as she reacted to the sharp caresses, but that only encouraged the determined Penny. All of a sudden she experienced the strangest feelings of her life. Everything happened at the same time. Betsy realized her arms were free, but still they remained above her head, thrashing wildly. The kiss consumed her soul like no other; the teeth nibbled nonstop on her sensitive clitoris, and then a long, slender finger filled her steaming hole. Betsy knew her hips were bouncing up and down in perfect rhythm with the finger fucking but she couldn't do anything about it. Betsy never considered her collapse as surrender. It was merely the evolution of a sexual encounter and she willingly let her juices flow freely into the hungry mouth. Penny was a pro and her tongue and teeth worked feverishly in harmony to consume Betsy's lust. She tasted the cream and sucked even harder, knowing what it would do to Betsy's resolve. There was the briefest moment when Betsy rode the crest, teetering high in the air. Then the dam broke and the orgasm flooded her good judgment. Her body belonged to the devil and Betsy let the climax overwhelm all of her emotions. *** Oh, gawd, what a night, Betsy thought as she remembered that night with Marty. It didn't require any encouragement for the men to act. Betsy vividly remembered having the feeling of total helplessness. She felt the overpowering urge to let Marty retain control and sensed that the woman merely tolerated Phil and Stan when they had intercourse with her slave. Marty held Betsy the whole time, as first Phil, and then Stan ravaged her beaten body. Betsy remembered thinking at the time that it would be Phil's last stand. Their relationship was over. She submitted to the sexual encounter and tried to let her mind go off into some blank space. Betsy was thankful for Marty's tender caresses and it made the disgusting sex go by much easier. As soon as Phil emptied his load, Stan mounted her. Again Betsy merely closed her eyes and let it happen. She felt Stan's momentum build quickly and it was over in a flash. Thinking back on the worst night of her life, Betsy wondered if the drastic episode left any permanent scares. Just when Betsy thought it was over, Marty had something else to prove. The woman yearned to display her ultimate control over the sexiest woman and her outburst took Betsy by surprise. Marty ordered her to eat her out. "Do it. Lick my pussy... make me cum all over your slut tongue," she whispered in Betsy's ear. "Eat me... or else!" Betsy heard the dire remark but she didn't react fast enough. All of a sudden Marty grabbed her by the hair and sat her up straight. Then she slapped Betsy so hard across the face that it snapped her head to the side. Betsy was stunned. Suddenly her head was rotated to the front and she stared into the dark, paralyzing eyes. "Get between my legs... now! Lick my pussy," Marty hissed. "Get on your hands and knees so you can put your sexy ass in the air... so Penny can fuck it." It took about five seconds for the controlling woman to get the slave on her hands and knees. Marty yanked on Betsy's hair and she guided the whimpering woman between her legs. Betsy's cheek was on fire. The slap had robbed any measure of dignity still left in her and Betsy felt her face shoved into the woman's wetness. The hair on her head hurt so bad that Betsy was afraid to struggle for fear Marty would pull harder. Suddenly Betsy didn't want to think about that night any longer. The group stayed in Marty's bedroom the whole night and it was Betsy's biggest nightmare. She refused to recall how many times she was molested and forced to have sex. It was a chapter that wasn't pleasant but one that had to be included in her life story. She remembered falling asleep in the middle of the night but being awaken by Phil and Stan. The nightmare continued until she finally fell asleep in complete exhaustion. *** Betsy woke up with the heat and sun filling the enclosed bedroom. Phil and Marty were already up but the other three lay strewn on top of the messy bed. Betsy had a sheet covering her nudity but the other two had nothing. Her head hurt; her eyes burned so bad it was hard to keep them open, and she was famished. She heard the shower running and assumed one of the missing villains was in there. A sudden tremor shot through her head with the recollection of what Phil told her during the night. Betsy was going to try and recall when that was but suddenly realized it really didn't matter. Phil told her that he knew about Thomas, as the house had many ears and eyes. He informed her that he wanted one last fling before setting her free. He merely told her it was a nice ride while it lasted but he realized their relationship was over. Of course that happened in the middle of the night. Then Betsy remembered when Phil jumped her bones for one last ride and how the rest took liberties. She shivered with the memory. Suddenly Betsy needed to end her relationship with Phil and end the life chapter and her recollection returned to Marty's bedroom. Abruptly Betsy jumped out of bed. She passed Phil coming out of the bathroom wearing a towel and they just said good morning. Betsy had a quick shower and then she had to get out of the place. Dressed in a t-shirt, panties, and shorts, and with a little money, she was gone. She found a little restaurant several blocks away and just sat there eating and musing. How did it all happen? Was I to blame? Betsy kept wondering what went wrong? When she got back to the house, everyone was already down at the beach. Since it was the last day of what was considered summer holidays, everyone wanted to push it to the limit. Betsy contemplated calling someone to come out and pick her up, but she decided to accept Phil's offer for a ride home. It meant spending the entire afternoon at the beach but it was her only option unless she could catch a ride with someone else. Betsy headed for the beach wanting to catch up on some needed zees. She napped but her daydreaming was soon interrupted when Penny and Flipper decided to join her. Penny put her towel down next to Betsy's chair and immediately started rubbing lotion on herself. Betsy offered to do her back and the two women huddled closer. All of a sudden Betsy noticed that Penny was not smiling. The same smile Penny always had was gone and she appeared troubled. Betsy took special care in massaging the girl's back and shoulders, trying to show her that she cared. "It's okay... everything's okay." Penny couldn't look at the adorable woman. "I'm sorry... so sorry. She made me do it... and I didn't want to," she whispered. Suddenly Penny realized her mistake. "No! Well, I did... really wanted to touch you, but not like that." Betsy realized that Penny was sincere and that she was merely following orders last night. She shuddered thinking of what happened during the night and how she reacted to everything Penny did. Suddenly her train of thought was interrupted by Marty. The woman abruptly appeared with three strangers and the grin on her face sent shivers through Betsy and Penny. "Love! Penny... I have some guys that would like to meet you. We're heading to the house... please join us." The woman's statements sounded more like orders than anything else. Marty motioned towards the three men waiting off to one side and she gave the girl no choice. "Here... let me get your towel. Now... let's go!" Penny stood up, grabbing her beach bag to leave. Her head went from side to side looking at Betsy and Marty and her expression conveyed the hopelessness of the situation. Betsy felt sorry for the girl but she was not about to help Penny out in any way. She had already decided to not have anything else to do with the conniving Marty. Just before Marty turned to leave, she squatted next to Betsy's chair. She rested her forearm on the chair and stared straight into Betsy's bewildered eyes. "You can come... join us. Since you like to watch... you can get nice and close this time," Marty whispered. The sarcasm was thick when Betsy responded. "No, thanks. I'll pass." "Your mouth says not but your nipples say yes." Betsy stared into the woman's eyes almost daring her to do something. Then Marty did and Betsy almost fainted. Marty's fingers reached out and brushed across the ends of both boobs. Betsy had thrown out the challenge but suddenly she was too dumbfounded to move when the woman accepted. Marty's fingers lightly caressed her nipples and Betsy just sat still and it quickly turned into a cat and mouse game. "Penny will suck those luscious nipples." "No. I don't think so." "I've never seen anyone cum like you did last night..." "I'm glad you liked it." "Yes, it was fantastic. But you'll be doing Penny a favor if you join us." "Not today. I'm heading home right away." "Too bad! When I told the guys how you like to watch... watch a gangbang, they were totally aroused." "Well, I don't really like watching such awful scenes." "Honest! But you should have seen yourself last night... fucking amazing the way you came when Penny ate you." "Please... no more." Suddenly Marty pinched both nipples and rolled them around. She didn't care who was looking. "That's more like it... begging like you did last night. I can't remember getting more excited when I heard you beg for it... just like a real slut." Betsy was speechless. Marty gave her nipples a twist and then she let them go. The woman looked like a snake ready to pounce on a little mouse. "I don't have time for this now... but you know! You know I can make you do anything? Make you act like a slut... don't you?" Betsy didn't know what to say. She was steadfast in not submitting again to the bitch, but Marty's threats sent shivers through her body. Suddenly Betsy wondered what she would do if Marty pulled her out of the chair and ordered her to come? What if Marty ordered her to join the crowd in the house? Did she have enough courage to resist the woman? All of a sudden Marty stood and departed. She quickly joined her group and they all headed for the house. Betsy noticed how Penny was surrounded by Marty on one side and a stranger on the other. Marty had her arm around Penny's shoulders in an effort to console the girl, but it was the man who drew Betsy's stare. His right hand was on Penny's back and suddenly shifted downwards and directly onto the girl's butt. Betsy noticed how he squeezed and felt Penny's ass and there was no retaliation of any kind. Betsy almost jumped out of her skin. Unexpectedly Phil was beside her and he poked her in the side to get her attention. He said to relax and enjoy what was left of the long weekend. Luckily for Betsy, Phil decided to leave his volleyball buddies so he could drive her home. She desperately wanted to make a fast getaway even though it meant the end of summer. Betsy felt pangs of sadness thinking of no longer spending time at Phil's wonderful beach house. The trip was silent for the first few miles, but then they started a light conversation. Nothing was said about ending the love affair but both knew it was over. Suddenly Betsy sat up on the spare bed she was using for reminiscing. The life story was evolving and another chapter came to a close. A chapter that taught her many life lessons so it was not all bad. THE END I will continue Betsy's weekend in another chapter. I promised her that I would write about her first 39 years and then we can fantasize about the future. I hope readers don't find this type of flashback too confusing but I wanted Betsy to think about all the things that happened in her life before turning 40. Betsy is probably the most appealing woman I know, and strangely, I am not sure if she is not the wittiest, smartest woman... or the craziest. Please send me your feedback, as I always appreciate readers who take the time to write.

and writhed as the pair groped passionately. Their hot sticky bodies met closely as the lusty couple moaned in unison as Dom’s big cock brought them both mutual pleasure.

He scrunched his face as his motioning became more urgent; “UHH! UUUHHHH!” he shouted. “OHH GOD! OHHH GOD! Give it to me! GIVE IT TO ME! ” yelled Suganya. Dom pushed his cock into Suganya as though he would never get another piece of pussy again, grabbing her beautiful arse, knowing he was close to climax.

Shutting his eyes he forced three more thrusts, grunting loudly each time as he felt his cum boiling over. Suganya’s eyes rolled and her entire body bucked, her pussy enveloping Dom’s cock deep.

With two final strokes, Dom let out a ferocious roar as he exploded, firing stream after stream of hot cum into Suganya who came simultaneously. The horny lovers collapsed in each others arms in exhaustion, their energetic sex having woken up half of the neighbourhood. Dom’s head lay on Suganya’s breasts as the forbidden couple kissed and caressed each other.

xt-decoration: none; text-underline: none">            “So how the hell did I get back here?” he asked nobody in particular.

            He climbed from the bed and strode purposely through the small apartment to check the lock on the front door. It was locked.

            “What the hell…?” he mumbled to himself.

            He turned and slowly looked around the room. Everything looked like it was okay. He did a slow circuit through the apartment, checking to make sure everything was still there, still where it was supposed to be. He found nothing missing. Should I call the cops? he wondered.

            “And tell them what?” he asked himself. “That some crazy broad kidnapped me to have sex then brought me home? Yeah, they’d love that.”

            He shook his head as he made his way back to his bedroom. He gathered together a pair of jeans, underwear and a tee-shirt. Then he headed for the bathroom to shower and shave. After his shower he felt better. As he was putting his shoes on he decided he’d stop by the manager’s office and ask to have his locks changed. He’d tell them he’d been mugged and the guy took his keys. That way he wouldn’t have to pay for the new locks. He slipped a pair of sweatbands on his wrists to hide the marks then headed out.

            The manager’s office was his first stop. He next headed to the health club to switch his membership to another club. He wasn’t taking any chances. That woman seemed a little crazy and she might still be hanging around there. He definitely didn’t want to run into her again. As he headed to the grocery store he thought about the fact that this was supposed to be his vacation. Thank God I’m off for a couple of weeks, he thought. I definitely wouldn’t want to have to deal with this stuff and work too.

            When he got back to his apartment the door was open and someone was bent over working on it. He stopped just outside the apartment and stared for a minute. He finally decided it was probably the locksmith and excused himself as he stepped past them into the apartment with his meager two bags of groceries.

            “Manager said you got mugged and lost your keys.”

            Nick turned back to stare at the figure bent over the lock of his door. That was definitely a female voice he’d heard.

            “Yeah, that’s right.”

            “Anytime there’s a mugging it’s a good idea to replace locks,” she said.

            “Yeah, I guess. I’m trying to figure out what to do about my car,” Nick replied.

            “I can probably help you with that, if you want.”

            “Really?”

            “Sure. I can take a look when I finish up here.”

            “Thanks,” he replied turning away from her and heading into the kitchen.

            He put his groceries away and went back to the living room. She was standing up trying the new locks when he got back. He stood and watched her for a minute.

            “How’s it coming?” he finally asked.

            “Just about done,” she replied.

            “Good. Let me know when you’re ready to take a look at the car,” he said, heading toward his bedroom.

            He made it as far as the doorway when he felt something pressed into his back. He started to turn but stopped when the object was pressed harder into his back.

            “Don’t turn around,” she ordered. “Just keep going.”

            When he hesitated she shoved against his right shoulder.

            “Move.”

            “What are you doing?” he asked.

            “What I came here for,” she replied softly in a sexy voice.

            He started to turn his head but she stopped him again.

            “Don’t turn around, Nick. I won’t tell you again and I don’t want to hurt you.”

            “Shit,” he muttered under his breath.

            “Ariel has good taste,” she said then gave a soft laugh when he stopped short. “She sends her love by the way. Now, get on your knees.”

            “Who are you?”

            “I don’t like repeating myself,” she said in an angry tone. He felt something metal touch the back of his neck. “Don’t make me do it again. Now, get on your knees.”

            Nick let out a nervous sigh and slowly lowered himself to his knees next to his unmade bed.

            “Good boy. Now, put your hands on the bed and don’t move.”

            He put his hands on the edge of the bed, palms down and held perfectly still, waiting. A blindfold slipped over his head and was smoothed over his eyes. As he was about to protest a ball gag was stuffed into his mouth and fastened behind his head. His hands automatically went up toward his face. They froze in midair when he felt the cold steel pressed into the back of his neck again.

            “Put them behind your back.”

            He grunted at her through the gag.

            “Do it,” she said, shoving the gun barrel into the back of his neck.

            He complied and put his hands behind his back. She quickly cuffed his hands together and pulled up on the cuffs.

            “Okay, lover, time for some action.”

            A stream of frantic grunts poured from behind the gag as he rose to his feet.

            “What did you think I was here for?” she asked innocently as she turned him with a hand on his elbow.

She shoved against his chest and caused him to fall heavily onto his bed. With the blindfold over his eyes he was disoriented and easily lost his balance. He hit the bed and bounced up to meet her body as she lowered herself on top of him. He floundered around trying to pull away from her but her hands and body pinned him to the mattress.

“Ariel said you were a shy one,” she said huskily, laughing. “Don’t worry, lover. I won’t hurt you.”

He felt her hands slide up under his tee-shirt. Her body leaned forward, pressing him into the mattress. As she worked her hands up his chest she pulled his tee-shirt up too. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his stomach. Kissing her way up his abdomen she made certain she took each nipple in her mouth and sucked gently when she reached his chest. She heard him groan through the gag.

She moved down his legs and removed his shoes and socks. He struggled again as she crawled back up his legs. She smacked him hard on the crotch then lay down against his body.

“Be a good boy and I’ll play nice.”

He moaned and grunted around the gag. She slowly slid her hands up his sides then reached up to caress his face. He felt her sucking on his nipples again as her hands were lowered to work on the button and zipper of his pants. Once his jeans were open her hands slid in to cup his hips and pull him against her.

“At least Ariel picked a cutie this time,” she whispered to him. “You’re a hot piece of meat, lover.”

She leaned forward and nibbled on his right ear as she rubbed her groin against his. Suddenly, she pulled away from him and sat up, straddling his body.

“I think we need to get rid of some of these clothes, lover. What do you think?”

He grunted around the gag as he shook his head from side to side.

She pulled her sweatshirt off then wriggled out of her pants to sit naked on top of him. She reached down and fished through the pockets of her sweatpants pulling a pocket knife from one of the pockets. She tossed the pants away and opened the knife. Carefully placing the blade against Nick’s exposed skin she cut away his tee-shirt and threw the remnants on the floor. Then she folded the knife and laid it on the floor with her sweatpants. She turned around on the bed and slowly pushed his jeans down his legs, tossing them on the floor at the foot of the bed. She turned back, crawled up Nick’s body again and started pulling down his briefs. He grunted frantically and tried to wiggle away from her. She leaned forward and pinched his nipples hard. His body strained up under her as he fought against the pain she inflicted.

“Stop fighting me, lover. This is inevitable. I’m going to fuck your pretty ass so just accept it.”

She started working on his briefs again and managed to remove them in short order. Once he lay naked beneath her she ran her hands over his exposed body.

“Ariel sure knows how to pick ’em,” she purred. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

He felt her hands on his prick, working it with expert fingers. He tried to ignore her touch and her manipulations. He was trying to think of anything else. Then he felt her lips close over him. God, no, not again, he thought desperately. What the hell’s going on? he wondered. She worked her hands and mouth over him until he was fully erect even though he tried to fight it. Once he was erect she moved and lowered herself onto him.

He moaned when he felt her hot, wet pussy slide onto him. She took his full length and then just sat on him for a minute. When she finally started to move he had lost his battle and was totally immersed in the feelings she was evoking. She set a slow rhythm to start with then gradually quickened it. She pumped up and down on him, steadily increasing her speed. He could feel his balls tighten with their load. He knew he would cum soon even though he didn’t want this. She leaned forward again and started licking and nipping at his sensitive nipples. When she drew his left one into her mouth and sucked loudly on it he screamed into the gag as he blew his load into her pussy. His release pushed her over the edge and she screamed out in orgasm, clutching him to her.

“Oh, God, lover, you’re every bit as good as Ariel promised,” she whispered when she had recovered.

She reached forward and slowly released the gag from his mouth. She kissed him long and hard.

“Why?” he croaked.

“Our group has a bet with another group. We all have to take you within a week,” she whispered. “We have to do it individually. You have three more to go, lover.”

She climbed off the bed and put her clothes back on then turned back to stare at Nick.

“Okay, lover, turn over onto your stomach.”

Nick awkwardly turned over. When he was lying on his stomach she unhooked the cuffs and put them back in her pocket. He felt the cold muzzle of the gun against the back of his neck again.

“I’m going to take the blindfold off now. Don’t move for thirty minutes or I’ll have to shoot you.” She leaned down and kissed the back of his left shoulder. “I really don’t want to have to do that.”

He felt the blindfold slip off of his eyes. When he started to turn over he felt the cold metal of the gun pressed into his bare back.

“Uh-uh-uh. Don’t move, lover.”

He listened for what seemed like hours and didn’t hear anything. Finally, he tried turning over again. This time, nothing happened. When he turned over he found he was alone again. He got up and put his briefs and jeans back on then checked through the rest of his apartment. Finding it empty and the front door closed and locked he sank down on the couch and threw his head against the back.

“Now what am I gonna do?” he asked the empty room.