"Virgin?"

Brett’s cheeks turned flaming red, but he kept quiet; all but admitting to the damning accusation. Mark grinned happily. Brett Baiting was his favorite past-time, and Brett rarely failed to supply fresh material for him.

"’Cause if you wouldn’t fuck Mrs. Jennings, you’re either that or a fag."

"Shut up!"

"’She’s a teacher,’" Mark mimicked. "I’d never fuck a teacher!’" He turned back to Dave and threw his two cents into the conversation. "She’s hot. But you know who’s got better tits? Mrs. Carmichael."

"Oh God, yeah," said Clancy. "Nice ass too. What about you, Ron?"

Ron thought about it. "I dunno. I like my women skinny. Mrs. Carmichael’s a little too thick for me. I think Mrs. Daly’s kinda cute; she’s got that sweet little ass, I’d just like to grab on and..." Ron wrapped his hands around an imaginary ass and fucked the air. "I’d fuck her for hours, man."

We all agreed on that one.

"Yeah," nodded K.C. "Dave and I have her for third-period Lit." He giggled and poked his hands out of his t-shirt, like he had boobs. "The air-conditioning in her room’s fucked up. It’s stuck on, so it’s always freezing in there. Her nipples are always poking out through her shirt."

"They look like they could poke out your eyeballs." Dave mimed one of Mrs. Carmichaels’ tits jabbing him in the eye.

Everybody laughed again. Even Brett.

"I’d do Mrs. Gray," said Byron.

Dave scrunched up his nose and scowled. Mark and K.C. looked stumped.

"Who?"

Byron grinned, his white teeth flashing against his dark face. "You all will never guess."

"The old cranky bitch in the office?" Dave looked mystified. "The one you said you’d give me a dollar if I could get her to smile?"

"Yep." Byron grabbed his crotch. "I’d get her to smile. I got her smile right here. Know what I mean? Har, har, har!"

Light dawned in Mark’s eyes. "The Attendance Nazi?"

Byron was pretending to slurp boobage. "Nobody said you gotta like the bitches to fuck ‘em. Mrs. Gray’s got those great, big - POW! - titties, man. I’d get on up behind that fat old ass, grab on ’ta them titties, and - BAM!" He pounded the air with his hips. "Hate fuck th’ old cooze. Right there at the counter."

"Bet’cha that’s why she’s there." Mark said.

Byron pumped away. "What’cha mean, man?"

"You never see her or Principal Nelson around during the afternoon, do you? I bet he keeps her there, just to fuck her during lunchtime."

We all cracked up.

"Yeah," agreed Clancy. "He’s probably like, ‘Mrs. Gray, pardon me, but can you step into my office for a moment?’, and she’s like, ‘Why Mr. Nelson, of course.’ And then he makes her suck him off under his desk, saying shit like, ‘You like my big, donkey-dick, don’t you Mrs. Gray’. And she says more shit back, like, ‘Mrghphrn, mh-hmm’, while she’s busy bouncing her head up and down." He bobbed his head, poking his tongue into his cheek and made wet smacking sounds with his lips.

K.C. chimed in. "And then he spooges all over her wrinkly tits, and tells her to go back to work and yell at all the crummy teenagers."

Ron laughed so hard, I thought he was gonna puke all over the pepperoni. Dave turned to me and grinned.

"You’re awfully quiet, Dev. You used to get all the pussy you wanted, with Cara an’ all. But who’d you fuck now, if you got the shot?"

I felt a slow grin spread across my face, and I looked at each of the guys before answering.

"That’s easy. Ms. Bell."

"What?" Ron asked.

"Seriously?" Chimed in Brett.

I nodded, my smile getting bigger.

"The French teacher?" asked Byron

"Yeah. Well, my Spanish teacher now."

Mark started laughing.

"The Bride of Frankenstein?"

He wasn’t kidding. Ms. Bell was kinda weird.

She insisted on the kids in her classes calling her Ms . Bell (‘NOT Mrs.!’), or by her first name: Linda. She was pale enough to make me think she never stepped outside; and the pancake makeup, black eyeliner and bright red lipstick she favored contrasted with her curly, jet black hair, which she wore piled up in mounds on top of her head. And she was really tall; even taller than most of the guys on our school basketball team.

I had the hots for her because she always wore either full-length dresses or tight skirts with nice, silky blouses, black stockings and ‘fuck-me’ heels. For some reason, she always looked really sexy to me. Maybe it was because I got off on old monster movies. I dunno.

I took two years of French with her. Both my freshman and sophomore years.

And I sucked. To this day, I can’t speak a fucking word of French. But I have to give Ms. Bell credit; she worked her ass off with me. She made time for me after school, and somehow I managed to pass her class both years. And all those hours after school, sitting next to her, smelling her perfume, watching her luscious ass wiggle when she wrote on the chalkboard, listening to her speak the ‘language of love’ (as my mom called it), well...

Somewhere during those two years, I guess I developed a schoolboy crush.

So when my counselor, Mrs. Neidermeyer, told me that I had to take another language credit if I wanted to graduate, I remembered all those afternoons spent trying to catch quick, tantalizing glimpses of Ms. Bells’ bra or the soft skin between her breasts.

I told Mrs. Neidermeyer that I liked Ms. Bell. That was exactly how I said it. And she replied that Ms. Bell was teaching both French and Spanish this year. I could choose one of her classes, or I could try one of the other two languages the school offered.

I had a choice.

I absolutely didn’t want to suffer through another year of French, and no way was I going to try Japanese, so it boiled down to picking between the German class, with old Mr. Bromberg (and his halitosis and dandruff), or Ms. Bell and Spanish.

My girlfriend - Cara - took German the year before, and told me that after the second month they weren’t allowed to speak any English in class at all.

Fuck that. It wasn’t a hard decision to make.

Unfortunately, I sucked almost as badly with Spanish as I did with French. Fortunately, they were similar enough and I seemed to have retained enough from my French classes that I was muddling through. And Ms. Bell seemed really excited to see me back, and offered to help me out again if I needed it.

This year, one of the football jocks started calling her ‘the Bride of Frankenstein’ after she came to school with a white, wavy streak that ran right up the side of her head, all the way through her thick black hair.

The nickname stuck, and now all the kids whispered it behind her back. She’d earned a couple other names, too. But I still got a huge fucking boner whenever she smiled at me.

Anyway... back to the discussion in progress.

"The Bride of Frankenstein?"

Everybody was staring at me like I’d snotted a baseball out of my nose.

"Yeah." I said.

"Seriously?"

Brett again. Mark hucked a beer at me.

"No fuckin’ way!"

I grinned at the guys and cracked the beer. Dave was staring at me, openmouthed.

"You’re serious!"

"Yup."

He squinted at me and cocked his head. Ron caught the meaning in my grin too.

"You... you didn’t fuck her. Did you?"

I raised my beer in a toast, and everybody exploded with questions.

"Don’t lie to me, motherfucker." Dave was grinning from ear to ear. "You’re telling me you fucked Vampira?"

That was another one of her nicknames, and just as appropriate as ‘the Bride of...’.

I shrugged and smiled.

"This I gotta hear."

They all leaned in closer. So I took a long sip, savoring the moment, and swished the cold beer around in my mouth.

I gave them the short version. The one designed to impress teenage boys.

Some things aren’t meant for even your closest friends to know. Not all of this story, anyway.

My fucked up, senior year sex life.

So here it goes. The whole story.

It started on a Friday afternoon at the beginning of the school year, right after the last bell of the day.

I had Spanish for my last class, and I’d said goodbye to Ms. Bell and met K.C. in the hall.

We walked to our lockers together. I was idly spinning the dial on mine, waiting for Cara to pop by before her mom picked her up. K.C. was noisily listening to his walkman at the locker next to mine, jamming out to some serious funk, dancing and singing out loud, when Cara walked up and kissed me on the cheek.

"Seriously?" I knew that I sounded like Brett, but I didn’t care. I had my pride, after all, and I wasn’t going to take this lying down. "You’re breaking up with me to go out with Keith?"

I wasn’t yelling yet, but I was close.

"I can’t fucking believe this."

I knew Keith, a little. He was a big dork who kinda ran in our circle of friends, but way out on the edge. Right now, he was hanging out with the jocks and the cheerleaders down the hall, waiting for Cara to finish up with me, I guess.

"Look, don’t be mad. I don’t want to do this either, Dev."

Yeah, sure. She didn’t look upset about this at all. In fact, she looked almost happy .

"But he’s a really nice guy."

Keith was busy scamming one of the cheerleaders, slobbering all over the front of her sweater.

"Cara, he fucking drools ."

Cara rolled her eyes at me.

"Don’t be such a baby."

"I hear he’s got a really big dick, too." K.C. had turned his walkman down to a dull roar when he noticed I was getting worked up. "That wouldn’t have anything to do with this, would it? Hmmn?"

"Fuck you, K.C."

I grinned maliciously at my buddy.

"Are you saying she’s breaking up with me ‘cause I’ve got a little dick?"

He shrugged into his coat and started stuffing homework into his backpack.

"Nope. Never. Uh-uh. No way. Why would I say something like that? You hurt me with your huge man-meat everyday after gym. Heh."

K.C. cracked up, trying to smooch me. Then he pinned me to my locker and started dry-humping my leg.

"Oh baby, oh baby!" He cackled.

"Knock it off!" I laughed, trying to push him off me.

"You jerks. Shit. Sorry I even tried." Cara threw up her hands and stomped away.

She ignored the cheerleaders glaring at her and grabbed Keith by the arm, dragging him in her wake.

"Ahh. Don’t worry. She’s a dumb twat anyway." K.C. watched her go, and then slapped my back. "Who needs a drink?"

I sighed. "She was my dumb twat."

Cara jumped up on Keith’s back. He ran down the hall, slobbering and giggling like a girl, with her bouncing on his shoulders.

"Not anymore." He turned and zipped the backpack.

"Kinda harsh, man."

I glared at my friend and he shrugged. "It’s a harsh world, Dev. Looks like somebody wants to talk to you." He was staring over my shoulder when a silky smooth female voice startled me.

"Devin?"

I jumped, and turned to find Ms. Bell standing right behind me, smiling.

"Oh, Jeez." I grinned up at her.

In her heels, the top of my head was barely even with the tip of her nose. And I wasn’t a small kid. She looked nice today, kinda sexy, dressed in a tight black skirt that was slit a little way up her thigh, and a sheer, low-cut white blouse.

I tried not to stare at the lace from her bra, just poking over the top of her blouse.

"Could I borrow you for a little while? Maybe half an hour?" She asked. "I need help moving some boxes for tomorrow."

"Uh, sure. I guess so." I looked over at K.C..

"Have fun," he adjusted his earphones, cranked up the volume on his stereo and left me alone in the hall with one of the scariest teachers in school, just minutes after my girlfriend of the last three months, two weeks and four days left me hangin’ and ran off with the Drooler.

How fortunes turn.

"It’s this way," Ms. Bell said over her shoulder. I followed just a little behind her, so I could watch her juicy ass swish in her skirt. "You don’t know how much I appreciate the help. These boxes are really heavy, and the supply guy always sticks the ones I need on the very top shelves."

She turned a little when she spoke, and I snapped my gaze up to her face. She caught me looking, I think, but she smiled and I blushed a little.

"Here we are."

She stopped by the door to a storeroom that was a couple halls over from my locker and picked through a batch of keys. She unlocked the door and ushered me inside. The door shut behind us with a click, and I could hear her breathing next to me in the dark.

I took a long, slow breath of my own, smelling her sweet perfume. Memories of all those days sitting alone with her in class came rushing back. Then she swore and I heard something heavy fall over.

Then the lights went on.

We were in a small room lined from the floor to the ceiling with shelving overflowing with boxes of school supplies. Ms. Bell grinned at me and pointed at a light hand-truck leaning against the wall.

"We’ll put the boxes on that, so you don’t have to carry them."

"Okay."

She pulled out a stepladder and climbed up, balancing on her tippy-toes. Her high heels made her a little wobbly as she stretched out and tugged on a cardboard box.

I couldn’t understand how she could walk in those things, much less stand on a ladder, but she managed it. From my view, her long legs seemed to go on forever, and I stood like an idiot, watching. The hem of her blouse pulled out of the band of her skirt as she stretched and pulled, and I was treated to a nice, if quick, glimpse of her soft, creamy white belly.

She managed to lever the box off the shelf, and almost dropped it on my head. Somehow I managed to catch it; a feat that was just as impressive as her climbing the ladder in her heels. Her hands flew to her mouth with equal parts concern and embarrassment.

"Oh, God! Devin, I’m sorry! Are you okay?"

I plopped the box on the floor next to the hand-truck and shoved it into place with my foot.

"Yeah..." I grunted. "I’m fine. Are you sure you don’t want me to do that instead?"

She was already busy tugging on another box.

"I...think...I’m okay..."

By the time I’d dropped the first box on the hand-truck, she was stretched out full-length, with one foot lifted off the ladder. Her shoe slipped off her foot and dangled from her toes, and she grunted as she pulled and wiggled the box, trying to slide it to the edge of the shelf.

"I’ve...uff...had to do this...by myself...uff...for the last...uhhff...few weeks..." She gave the box a good, hard tug, and her hands slipped. "Hooo...!"

The heavy box fell, almost knocking the ladder over. It teeter-tottered precariously one way, then the other, and she lurched backwards with her arms pin-wheeling for balance. I couldn’t reach the ladder in time to support her, and she slipped and fell, her arms spinning wildly.

Her ass smacked me dead in the face.

As I’ve said, I’m not a small kid, and I’m in pretty good shape. I’ve been on the varsity wrestling team since my freshman year, and I work out or play basketball almost every day. But the impact of her butt mashing into my face snapped my head back, hard.

"Ooomph!"

Somehow, I managed to catch her around her waist and let her slide - slowly - down. She ‘ooophed’ too, and when she was safely on the floor, I held her still until she got her breath back. I tried to block out the pain that was shooting back into my skull from my nose, but I knew there were tears in my eyes when she finally turned around.

"Oh, God! Devin! Are you okay? You’re bleeding!"

She touched the tip of my nose, softly, with her fingertip. I jerked my head away and hissed in pain.

"I’m fine. Really. Just...don’t do that again."

I gently ran my hand over my nose. It was tender and swelling and my eyes were still watering, but nothing felt broken or dislocated.

I’ve had a few accidents during my wrestling career, and this wasn’t bad.

I could live with having her butt shoved into my face.

"Are you sure? I heard you grunt like..."

"No, really. I’m okay." I wiped the blood away and pushed her back at arms length, in case she got any other ideas. "How about you?"

She looked herself up and down, and nodded.

"I’m all right."

"Good," I said, and started up the ladder. The damn thing never tipped over. "My turn now. Just stand back and I’ll finish getting this loaded up." I yanked the crummy box of the shelf and walked back down the ladder. "How many of these do you need?"

Five heavy boxes later, I parked the hand-truck in her classroom and left the boxes next to her desk.

"That’s perfect," she said. "Here."

She gave me the keys to the storage room and I took back the truck while she started unpacking. By the time I got back to her room, she was working on the second box.

"Ms. Bell? Is there anything else I can do for you?" I asked, dropping her keys on her desk. "It’s kinda late, and I think I missed my bus. I should probably get going."

She looked up from the mountain of packing Styrofoam and smiled, gracing me with a great tit shot, right down her blouse. I couldn’t help staring. Her breasts jiggled in her bra as she dumped the static-sticky little peanuts into a big plastic garbage bag. They were a lot bigger than I’d thought.

This time I was sure she caught me looking.

"Linda. Please. We’ve known each other long enough that you can call me Linda. ‘Ms. Bell’ is starting to make me feel old, like I’m the goofy old neighborhood lady who lives in the big, creepy house with a dozen cats and talks to herself." She laughed self-consciously, like she knew what kids said about her, and held up the bag. "Here. If you help me unpack this stuff, I’ll give you a ride home."

"Really?"

"As long as you don’t mind riding with your teacher."

"Sure, okay." I said, my eyes threatening to drift back down to her cleavage. I half-wished she’d sit up, but my dick informed me that I was an idiot to ever think that, and advised me to enjoy the view.

I think she eyed my bulging crotch - just for a second - and smiled before going back to work.

 

About forty-five minutes later, we pulled up to the curb in front of my house in her old VW beetle.

It was still light out, and warm, but the leaves were turning gold and crimson and air had the crisp feel of fall. She hunched down, leaned over me and peered out of the passenger window to admire my house. My dick almost ripped out of my jeans, and I literally got dizzy as the blood drained from my head. Her soft hair brushed my chin as I opened the door and stepped out.

"See you Monday Ms. Bell." Somehow, I managed a weak smile.

"Linda."

I grinned and my dick twitched like a snake that’s just had its head chopped off.

"Right. Sorry." I agreed. "Linda."

"Thanks again Devin. Sorry I squished you."

I wanted to climb back into her car and tell her that she could squish me anytime she wanted. But instead I blushed and shut the car door.

She waved and I stepped back onto the sidewalk.

I live in an older neighborhood, full of big, old bungalows and Victorians. Our house is on a corner lot at the bottom of a hill. Just a few blocks away there’s an elementary school with a big public park, and a popular golf course that takes up several city blocks.

The mother of one of my old friends appeared at the top of the hill, just as Linda beeped her horn and turned the corner.

I met John and his little brother Steve at the park when I was five. My family used to live right across the street, and one day I was there, swinging, when John shoved his brother off the merry-go-round. His mom, Ingrid, yelled and punished him, and John shuffled dejectedly over to the swings.

We were the same age, and we were instant buddies.

Eventually my family moved, buying a house just two doors down from John and his folks.

John’s family, I discovered, were a little odd. They were the family that everybody else in the neighborhood talked about in hushed tones.

John’s dad just never spoke.

At all.

Both he and John’s mom were fitness fiends. Whenever I saw John’s dad, he was working out. Once, John showed me an old trophy that he claimed his dad won at a bodybuilding competition back in the seventies, and a blurry, black and white photo of a huge, muscle-bound guy that didn’t look anything like his dad.

John’s mom was from Germany. She and his dad met mountain climbing in Switzerland, and she moved back here with him after she got pregnant. She was a nurse in Germany, but had an awful time finding work here.

They had a lousy marriage.

I think John was about seven when they divorced. His dad kept the house here, and she took the kids and moved back home.

A few years later (for some reason John could never figure out), they moved back, and John’s dad moved out. This time, Steve went to live with his dad. But John stayed with his mom, and he quickly turned into a thug.

John inherited his dad’s thick, muscular build and his mom’s height. By the time he was twelve he probably stood around six feet tall, and he was already into some serious drugs. That was when he started hanging out with a really rough crowd. He barely made it through his freshman year, and things just got worse, especially with his mom nagging him all the time. When he started ripping off cars and stealing to support his habit, we pretty much stopped hanging out.

He spent a lot of time in juvie, and his mom spent a lot of time crying, wondering what she did to turn him into the big, violent creep he was becoming.

My mom was always nice to Ingrid (unlike most of the other people who lived in the neighborhood), I think partly because she felt bad for her. She always called her Inga. To this day, I think I’m the only person outside of her family who knew her first name.

Ingrid had few things in common with her ex-husband, as far as I could tell, except for their kids and excercise. She never failed to take a long walk every night around six or seven o’clock, when it started to cool down. Over this last summer, I usually saw her leave the house dressed in a little tank top, satin running shorts and tennis shoes. She wasn’t a pretty woman, really, but striking. She was tall, lean and long, graceful, and she carried herself with kind of a regal bearing, which is one reason I figured the neighbors didn’t like her; I think she threatened them. She wore her light blonde hair unflatteringly hacked off just above her shoulders, and always had a dissaproving, pinched look to her face, like she’d just tasted something sour.

I never noticed any effort by her to appear feminine or attractive.

But over the summer, the sun had turned her freckled skin a nice, golden brown, and her hair almost glowed with light blonde streaks. The pale blue satin shorts she wore on her walks emphasized the smooth muscles in her butt, legs and calves. And today, instead of her usual tank top, her perky breasts were packed into a white sports bra. Her footie-socks had little balls of blue cotton that bounced at the back of her sneakers as she loped down the hill towards me.

"Devin!" She greeted me with a smile and stopped to watch Linda drive away. "Who was that?"

"One of my teachers. I stayed late today to help her with some stuff, so she gave me a ride."

"That was nice of her," she said.

"Yeah. Hey, how’s John?" I asked.

She frowned. Her German accent was thick when she finally answered.

"Johnny...Johnny was arrested again."

I didn’t know what to say to that. John had been arrested continuously over the last few years.

"Really? I’m sorry."

"He’s going to be sent to jail for...for a long time, I think. He..." she swallowed; her thin lips trembled as if she were fighting back tears. "He was caught stealing a car, and he was full of the drugs. He fought a policeman! Did I raise my sons to be like this? To have no respect?"

I didn’t know what to say, so I shrugged. "I’m sure he’ll be okay, Ingrid." Somehow, that seemed to calm her down. She sniffled and smiled at me.

"After, he doesn’t want to come back home. H says he’s going to live with his father, just like Stephen. I’ll never see my boys again." She sniffled again and wiped her eyes. "You’re a good boy, Devin. I wish my Johnny would’ve been more like you."

I felt sorry for her. I think she tried to be a good mom. For some reason, I gave her a hug, and she collapsed against me and bawled like a baby on my shoulder.

"It’s all my fault," she sobbed. "I...I don’t know what to do..."

"I’m sorry..." I said, and rubbed her back. I felt her shoulder blades under her shirt, felt her body trembling against me, and I started to get horny. My dick slowly pushed out of the top of my jeans, and I tried to back my hips away from her so she wouldn’t notice my boner.

Eventually, she cried herself out.

She wiped her eyes, smiled, and gave my cheek a little kiss.

My dick throbbed.

"Johnny’s going to be home this weekend to pack his things. You should come and have dinner with us and help me say goodbye."

"Oh. Well. I don’t know..." I shuffled my feet and tried to back out of this as gracefully as I could.

"Please? You’re my Johnny’s best friend. I...I don’t think I can..."

She started to cry again. I took her by the shoulders and gave her a little smile.

"Okay. Sure. I’ll be there. When?"

She sniffled again. "Tomorrow? I’ll send Johnny by?"

"Sure. Sounds good."

"Thank you. Thank you, Devin."

She smiled happily, and I swear, she almost skipped home.

I exhaled with a whoosh.

"The shit I get myself into." I laughed at myself, and went inside to jack off.

That afternoon I told my folks what was going on, and they both wished me luck. Ingrid’s an awful cook besides being a health fiend, and I’ve suffered through many an interesting meal over at John’s.

He used to live to spend the night at my house, just so he could eat normal food.

The first time he stayed with us, he ate two boxes of Fruity Puffs and a dozen donuts in one sitting. And God bless my mom. John loved her, partly because she always covered for his sugar high when he went home to soybean pancakes and tofu bacon.

Needless to say, I was not looking forward to dinner.

John ambled over around six o’clock. His eyes were puffy red slits and I could smell the pot cloud that surrounded him as soon as he stepped through the door. Having been a hippy in the sixties, my mom wasn’t a fool about drugs. She wrinkled her nose when John gave her a hug hello, but she smiled and they talked for a few minutes.

"Well. You take care John." She said, finally. I wanted to get going and get this over with.

She patted my shoulder and gave me an encouraging smile.

"Enjoy dinner."

"S’up, Dev?" John bopped my fist.

I shook my head.

"Not much."

What the hell do you say to a guy who you haven’t seen in three years, a day before he goes to jail? Have fun? Write soon?

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah, sure. What?"

He squinted at me and lit a cigarette.

"What the fuck did you say to my mom yesterday?"

"Huh?" I didn’t know what he was talking about.

"She’s all dressed up, like the fucking mom in Leave It to Beaver, dancing around the house with this shit-eating grin on her face. It’s like I’m going off to college instead a’ jail." He took a deep drag and puffed out a swirling ring of smoke. "So what the fuck did you talk to her about, dude?"

"Nothing. I just stood there. She talked. She was upset about you."

He shook his head and took another deep drag, flicking ashes into the breeze. His cigarette was already half gone.

"Crazy."

We reached his house just as it was getting dark. John reached over and unlatched the gate to their driveway. The gate swung in with a squeal, and we stood outside while he finished his smoke.

"You ready for dinner?"

I grinned. At least we still had this in common.

"I dunno. What’s cooking?"

He grinned back, dropped his smoldering butt on the cement and ground it out with the toe of his boot.

"Some nasty shit." He sighed. "You’d think I could at least get a real fuckin’ dinner on my last night here."

He clapped me on the shoulder.

"C’mon in. I’ve still gotta pack up some stuff. We can toke out for a while ‘till the shit’s ready."

The side door opened onto a landing which led in two directions: downstairs, where John’s dad used to keep his weights, and up a few steps to a swinging door and the main floor of the house.

John hopped up the steps and smacked the door open.

"Hey, Ma! Devin’s here!"

He led me down a short hallway, and whispered, "Check her out."

I peeked around the corner. Ingrid was in the kitchen, a daisy-decorated potholder pulled over her hand, bent over the open stove, giving me a nice view of her ass.

John wasn’t kidding.

Ingrid was wearing a black dress with a full skirt that was a good thirty years out of fashion, with black stockings and heels. She’d curled the tips of her hair, and a string of tiny pearls gleamed around her neck. I could see a matching set of earrings under her bobbed hair. She stood up and almost floated over to me, her skirt swirling around her long legs. She gave me a bone-crushing hug, and a flowery perfume over-powered the rancid smell of whatever was cooking in the stove.

She saw me and broke into a giddy smile.

"Devin! I’m so glad you could come tonight!"

John rolled his bloodshot eyes and I stiffly patted her back.

"C’mon, Mom. Let Dev go. We’re gonna head upstairs ‘till dinner’s done, okay?"

Ingrid let me out of her clinch, and grinned.

"Good, good. Dinner will be ready soon."

"Cool. C’mon up, Dev."

I followed John up to his room. He pushed open his door and crashed on his filthy bed. I settled into the captain’s chair by his battered old desk while he lit up a huge bong and took a hit. The aroma didn’t smell like pot to me, but I guessed that I could of been mistaken; it’d been a long while since I’d smoked anything.

"See what I mean?" He grunted, and offered me a puff.

I took a nice long hit, held the smoke in for a second, and coughed.

"Yeah."

Definitely not pot. Whatever it was though, it was nice and smooth.

John opened a window and waved for the bong.

"Should you be doing that?" I asked. "I mean, y’know, since you’re..."

"Going to jail?" He grinned and puffed away. "Shit. What’re they gonna do, bust me again?"

I shrugged and looked at the bong.

"What is that stuff?"

He kicked off his shoes.

"Hash."

My eyes popped open.

"S’matter? Don’t you like it?"

I was already feeling pretty good.

"It’s...it’s not bad."

He blew smoke out the window and laughed.

"What?"

He laughed harder.

"I bet you could fuck her."

"Who?"

"My mom."

He must be stoned, I thought, and giggled.

"No way."

John rolled over on his back and pillowed his head in his hands. He grinned at me and wiggled his feet.

"Yeah. I bet you could. She’s got the fuckin’ hots for you, dude. That’s probably why she’s all dressed up."

"Naw."

"Think about it. She’s wearing fucking nylons, man. I haven’t seen her dressed like this since... since..." He stared at the ceiling, trying to remember. "Fuck. Forever, dude. I think I remember her an’ my dad going out to dinner once when I was little. For an anniversary, maybe? I dunno. It’s been a long fuckin’ time."

"Quit shitting me."

"I’m not. You know what?" He grinned and hiccupped. "She’s got some nice titties."

I felt my eyes bug out, and my jaw dropped.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"No, seriously. Dude, I’ve seen her when she gets out of the shower, after she gets back from her walks. She’s got nice tits. Her ass is okay, too." He laughed again. "You thinkin’ she doesn’t shave?"

I blinked at him. "What?"

He shrugged. "Well, y’know. She’s German an’ all. But she shaves her pits and her legs. Really. I know her face’s butt-ugly, but you could just bend her over the counter and..."

Just then, a soft knock at the door. I pushed the bong behind my chair as Ingrid poked her head into the room.

"Dinner’s ready! Why don’t you boys wash up?"

John was giggling so hard he couldn’t talk, so I piped up.

"We’ll be down in a minute."

Ingrid smiled happily and we heard her heels clicking down the wood stairs.

"She’s not that ugly..." I started, and John burst out laughing.

"HA!" His feet flopped around. "You would fuck her!"

"John, she’s your mom, man. What the hell are you talking about?"

A light went on behind his bleary eyes.

"Dude! I know! Here, I’ll get something to help you."

He rolled back over and slid off his bed. There was a small door next to his desk that led to a storage area that ran along the entire side of the house. When we were kids, it was our secret agent hide-out. For the last few years, John used it to hide his stash.

"Here," he said, and shoved a big, folded cardboard box at me.

I opened it up.

"Holy crap. John."

"I’m not gonna need any of that shit for a while. It’s all yours."

"Look man, I can’t..."

"Yeah, yeah. Yeah you can. Use it to fuck her. There’s at least a years worth of acid and a bunch of other shit in there. Some dude gave me a ton of that date rape drug too. Where the fuck did I put it..."

He dug around in the box and pulled out blotters of acid, little packets of stuff that looked like sugar, and baggies of white powder and pot. He found a packet of the sugary stuff, shook it and stuffed it in his pocket, grinning wickedly.

"That should do it. C’mon. We’ll get her fucked up. If we’re lucky, we won’t even have to eat the crap she made."

He scrambled up.

"You’re gonna drug your mom." I shook my head.

"Yep. And we’re gonna screw her."

"What? You..."

"Dude. I’m horny. Pussy’s pussy. And I ain’t gonna be gettin’ any for a long fucking time."

I sat there with the open box in my lap.

"C’mon Dev. Let’s go."

Ingrid fussed as we got ready to eat.

"Johnny, you sit here, and Devin, you sit there..."

John got the chair at the head of the table. His mom sat to his right, across from me. She spread her napkin in her lap and smiled at me, then bent her head to say grace. I watched John roll his eyes and whisper obscenities at her until she finished.

She looked up and smiled. The table looked as dressed up and ready for a formal party as she did.

"Okay. Johnny, will you serve us, please?"

John grinned at me.

"Yeah, sure mom." He picked up a large, covered serving dish, and paused. "Hey, mom, could you get me one of those big fork things?"

"Oh." She looked around the table. "I thought I laid out..."

"Nope."

"I’ll be right back."

She left her napkin and walked back to the kitchen. John pulled out the little packet from his pocket and tore it open, then dumped the powder into her glass of water.

"John!" I whispered. "Shit! Don’t..."

He grinned and held his finger up to his lips, then used it to stir her water. He gave me a thumbs-up, and pulled a serving fork out from under the table.

"Hey, mom! I found it!"

Ingrid clicked back in from the kitchen.

"It was here all the time."

He pulled the cover off the platter and wrinkled his nose. Steam rose from what looked like dirt brown sawdust that had been formed into something resembling pork chops.

"Smells...good." My stomach flip-flopped when John handed me my plate of...stuff. "What, uh, what’s for dinner?"

Ingrid beamed.

"Soy steaks. I know you boys like meat, but it’s so bad for you. This is much better. It’s good food for you. It will help you be strong men. Don’t wait for me...go ahead." She waved her hands in the air. "Eat."

John was busy staring at his plate, poking at the brown crap with his fork. He looked as queasy as I felt. But I took a bite, and somehow managed to choke it down between gulps of water. I reached for the pitcher in the middle of the table and re-filled my glass.

"Whew!" Thank God John hadn’t poured the drugs into the pitcher. I was going to need a lot of water to get this shit down.

"Good, yes?" Ingrid took a dainty bite and smiled.

I was struggling to appear gracious in the face of desperation. So I hope I can be forgiven for forgetting about the drugs in her water, at least for the moment.

Ingrid reached for her glass and guzzled half of it before I could say anything.

John grinned at his plate of slop.

Nothing I can do now, I thought. So I crossed my fingers and tried the salad.

Halfway through the meal, she started to sweat.

"Oh, my." She dabbed at her forehead with her napkin. "It’s much too warm in here, isn’t it?

John looked up. Somehow he’d managed not to touch much of anything on his plate.

"It’s okay. You all right mom?"

She clutched the table and blinked at us.

"I...I don’t feel...very...well."

John pushed back his chair and stood up.

"Must be the dinner, mom. Spoiled soybean shit can fuck you up."

She was out of it.

"I feel so...odd...you shouldn’t talk like that...Johnny..."

John walked over to her as her head started to roll. He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. Her eyes fluttered, and a thin line of spit drooled out of the corner of her mouth.

"I gave her enough to fuck her up for the rest of the night. Watch."

John smacked her face with the back of his hand, and she groaned.

"Shit! John, knock it off."

"She can’t even feel it. Here, let’s check her out."

He grabbed the front of her dress and yanked it open. He pulled the ripped material down to her waist, pinning her flailing arms to her sides.

I have to admit, I must’ve been really stoned to even think about going through with this shit. But when I saw her rosy, pink nipples behind the black lace of her bra, my dick about burst out of my jeans.

"See?" He leaned over, grabbed her tits and gave ‘em each a good squeeze.

He was right. They weren’t all that big, but they were a nice, firm handful. And perky.

"Move the shit on the table. I wanna lay her down."

I shoved plates and glasses out of the way, and John pulled his mom out of her chair and bent her face-first over her dining room table.

His breath hissed between his teeth as he rucked her skirt up over her hips.

"Gimme that knife."

"Wha...?"

"The sharp one. I’m gonna cut through this shit."

I handed him the knife and watched him slice a hole in his mom’s nylons, and then her panties. My chest hitched as he tossed the knife onto the floor and tore the hole wider, until her first her crotch was exposed, then her ass.

He leaned back and smacked it. I watched it jiggle as she moaned and clutched at her white linen tablecloth.

"Fuck. Look at that."

John glanced up at me, and his eyes were dead cold. He wrapped one hand around his mom’s neck and pinned her to the table, and dropped his pants with the other. His dick popped out of his boxer shorts, already red and swollen.

"Me first," he grinned, and then shoved his cock deep into his moms pussy.

Her eyes popped open, and she screamed silently, her fists knotting in the tablecloth. She kicked and squirmed; the toes of her shoes scraping on the wood floor, but John just grabbed her ass, pulled her closer, and closed his eyes.

"Awww, yeah."

I watched him dork his mom for a minute, my dick throbbing. She was making little mewling sounds, and her ass rippled with each of his thrusts.

And I decided: what the fuck, I wanted some, too.

So I climbed up onto the table, and pulled down my pants and my underwear. My cock fell on top of her head, and I grabbed her by the ears and pulled her face up so it was level with my dick. John grinned and grabbed her boobs to help prop her up. She swallowed and sputtered as I rubbed my dick around on her face, and her hands grabbed and clenched at my pants.

I squeezed her cheeks until her lips opened, and pushed myself into her warm, wet mouth.

"Ahhh...Damn, that feels good."

She kicked harder, but didn’t bite down. John was fucking her hard now, grunting and pounding into her. I relaxed and let my hips do the walking, feeling the muscles in her throat constrict as I eased further in.

Ingrid looked up at me with pleading, glassy eyes while we nailed her from each end. My balls twitched and clenched, and just that fast, I came in her mouth, shooting off a huge load.

"Fuck..." I whispered to myself, pulling her face as close to me as I could.

I enjoyed my orgasm, feeling her throat constrict as she tried to swallow my cum. A little bit of spooge dribbled out of her mouth and down her neck. Her hands were wrapped around my ass and her whole body was stiff with either pain or the drugs, I couldn’t tell which. I popped out of her mouth as John started smacking her ass.

"Goddamn fucking bitch!" He was screaming as he hit her, her ass quickly turning a bright pink. "Screw with me? You fucking bitch! Turn me in to the goddamn cops! Fuck you! Ghuhrrrhhhahh!!"

John grabbed her ass like he was trying to peel an orange, sinking his fingers deep into her soft flesh. I saw blood seep around his fingernails as her skin tore, and he jerked a few times, groaning like an animal. Then he shoved her body back onto the table and laughed.

"Oh, fuck! That felt so fucking awesome!"

His mom slipped off the table, smacking her chin on the edge as she fell. I heard her teeth clack together, and she fell in a heap on the dining room floor.

John laughed harder and stroked his dick. Ingrid absent-mindedly wiped the spooge and blood off her chin, and started crawling blindly towards the living room.

The sight of her hips up in the air sent my dick raging again, and I rolled off the table, right on top of her, shoving her into the floor. Because of her stockings, Ingrid’s feet couldn’t get any purchase on the smooth wood floor, and she scrambled, kicking and clawing, making her ass rub against my cock. I stretched out on her back, spit on my hand, then reached down and lubed up my dick. I pinned her down and let my penis slide around until I found her butthole.

She let out a hoarse scream as I wedged myself into her ass. A few good, hard pushes, and I was in, nice and snug.

John stepped around in front of her and sat on his butt, locking her arms under his knees and cradling her head in his lap. I wrapped my arms around her waist and started fucking her ass, slowly grinding my hips into her, taking my time. I let my hand drift down until I was cupping her pussy. Her pubic hair was soft and curly, and was so thick it felt like she never trimmed it. I toyed with her pussy until her clit poked against my probing fingers.

Ingrid stopped fighting, and I was surprised to hear her moan around John’s dick as it slid into her mouth.

The rest of the night, we took our time. Just two stoned, horny teenage boys, alone with a woman who we could do whatever we wanted to with. We fucked her for hours, finally calling it a night around two in the morning. Somehow the three of us ended up in the living room. John and I were completely naked. He was sprawled out on the couch, half asleep, and I sat on the floor with my head resting against the side of a chair. My dick was lying flopped over my thigh, scraped raw and stinging. Ingrid had passed out next to me with her head in my lap, her old dress and her underwear torn to shreds.

John was staring at her.

"You should probably head home," he said. "I’m gonna have to figure out a way to explain this shit to her when she sobers up."

He was right. How the fuck were we gonna explain all the bruises and cuts on her body? Or her clothes?

"How the hell are we going to do that?"

He shrugged.

"I dunno. But I’ll think of something. It’d probably be a good idea for you to leave though."

"But...I could..."

"What? Get arrested for raping my mom with me? No fucking way."

"John look..."

He tossed my shirt at me.

"Dev, really. Get dressed and go home."

I stood up and Ingrid’s head bonked on the floor. She just moaned in her sleep.

"And don’t forget the box." I shook my head, but he waved his hand at me. "I’m serious. If you get horny, use that shit. We always keep the basement windows unlocked. Just sneak in some night when she’s at work, drop some in her water or tea or whatever, and hang out for a while. If you wait long enough she’ll never know what happened, and you can get your rocks off whenever you want to." He yawned and rubbed his eyes with his knuckles. "Hey. Promise me something?"

"Sure. What?" I pulled on my underwear and went looking for my pants.

"Be sure to tell me if you do it again. Cool?"

I nodded.

"Cool."

 

I didn’t see John again before he left. Or his mom. Somehow a rumor started making the rounds through the neighborhood that John had gotten stoned out of his mind and then beaten Ingrid up badly enough that she had to go to the hospital. I started feeling guilty as soon as I heard it from my mom.

To this day, I still don’t know how John feels about what we did.

And then Monday rolled around, and back to school I went.

My next week was pretty uneventful. I spent my lunch periods hanging out with my friends and avoiding Cara and Keith, who suddenly seemed attached at the hip. By Friday, I’d heard through the grapevine that Keith had already cheated on Cara with a couple of cheerleaders, and he was going to drop out of school and try to get a job as a bouncer at one of the underage strip clubs downtown.

Go Keith.

On friday afternoon, Ms. Bell corralled me after class and asked me to help her again.

I said sure. Why not?

Today she was wearing a dark blue blouse with shoulder pads and a tight, light grey skirt over the kind of black stockings with the little line running down the back of her legs. A fragile gold chain hung from her neck, dangling in her cleavage, and thin gold hoop earrings flashed when she turned her head.

I followed her back to the storeroom, the clicking of her high heels on the tile floor reminding me of Ingrid walking around in her kitchen. By the time she unlocked the door, I had a boner stretching out my pants.

My dick was so hard it hurt.

She brought out the ladder and started up again, but this time I stopped her with one of my hands on her arm, and my other around her waist.

"I don’t think so, Ms. Be...uh...Linda. Not like last week. Okay?"

She smiled.

"All right."

I filled up the hand-truck and hauled another batch of the heavy boxes to her room. We spent the next hour or two unpacking, and she told me stories about living in Europe while she was in college. Finally, I stood up and stretched, popping my back.

"Look," she said. "It’s dark again. Would you like another ride?"

The clock said six-thirty. There wouldn’t be another bus for at least half an hour.

"Sure. That’d be great."

"I have to run by my house first, if that’s okay."

I think I blushed. I know I smiled.

"Sure. No problem."

Linda lived a few miles from school in the opposite direction from my house, in a small apartment complex that had converted to condominiums. We pulled into the parking lot and she led me to a tidy, two floor condo. She unlocked the door and I followed her inside.

As soon as she opened the door, I heard the squawks. When she flicked on the lights, I found myself in a tiny living room, full of comfortable, feminine furniture. In a cage hanging from a metal post was a brilliant red parrot, who took one look at me and squawked again.

"Cutie-pie! Cutie-pie!" It climbed the bars of its gage and recited that phrase over and over, staring me up and down.

"He likes you," said Linda. "He doesn’t usually like men."

"Oh?"

"Mm-hmm." She held out a bag of sunflower seeds. "Here. Why don’t you feed him? He’ll love you forever."

I grinned and took a small handful of kernels from the bag. Then I thought of every parrot I’ve ever seen at pet stores. They always have some freaky sign taped to their cages, warning people to stay away or they’ll bite. I paused.

"How should I do this?

"Just move slowly, so you don’t scare him, and rest your hand next to his cage."

"Okay."

I pressed the side of my hand on the bars of his cage, with the seeds resting on my open palm.

"What’s his name?"

"Bert."

I laughed.

"Like..." I started.

"Ernie and."

She grinned back at me as Bert sidled closer to my hand. He looked at me sideways, ruffling his feathers.

"Cutie-pie!" He croaked, and gently nibbled at a sunflower seed, poking his sharp beak through the cage bars.

"Ernie lives with my sister in France." Linda watched Bert crack open the seed and discard the shell. "Sometimes Bert gets lonely here all by himself. Don’t you Sweetie-pie?"

She cooed at her bird, and he pressed the top of his head against the cage. She kissed him, and he bounced around, squawking happily.

"He likes to dance. See?"

"Cookie! Cookie for Bert!" He repeated, doing a little sidestep.

"Cute," I said.

Linda smiled at me.

"How would you like a quick tour?"

The place looked about as big as a shoe box. But why not?

"Uh, sure?"

She showed me her tiny kitchen and her dining room. Other than the living room, that was pretty much it for downstairs. Then she took me upstairs and showed me her office, which consisted of a nice old roll top desk with a comfy chair, a small home theater system and a couch that were tucked into the spare bedroom. There was a tiny bathroom by the stairs, and she almost - almost - let me peek in her bedroom.

"Oh, shit." She shut the door in a hurry. I barely saw a pink comforter draped over a large, neatly made bed. "Sorry. Too messy."

We stood in the hallway, inches apart, and a sudden, uncomfortable silence fell between us.

"Umm. So...so you live here all alone?" I asked.

"Yes. Well, usually. Except for Bert, I..."

A telephone rang in her study.

"Excuse me," she said, and left me alone to study pictures of her and another, younger woman, both bundled up for cold weather, smiling happily at the camera. I recognized the Eiffel tower in the background of a couple photos. The woman looked a little bit like Linda, but nowhere near as severe. I assumed it was her sister.

In the other room, I could hear Linda trying to pacify whoever had called.

"I’ll be right there, Mrs. Kline. In just a minute. I have a guest...No. It’s no trouble. Of course. I will. Bye-bye."

Linda hung up, and when she stepped out of the room she smiled like she was afraid I’d left while she was talking.

"I think I interrupted something important." I said.

"Oh no. That was Mrs. Kline. She lives next door. We usually have dinner together on Friday nights, because her kids can’t get here on the weekends. I told her I might be late tonight, but she was getting worried. I just need to run over there for a minute, and then we can go. Do...would you like to meet her? She’s really a sweet lady..."

"Actually," I hooked my thumb at the bathroom. "Would you mind if I use your restroom instead? I had a huge soda at lunch, and..."

She grinned.

"Go right ahead. I’m going to run over and take her some dinner, though. You don’t mind waiting for me?"

I shook my head.

"Not a bit."

She rustled around downstairs while I stood over the toilet. There was a fluffy pink seat-cover on the lid that kept knocking it closed, so I had to piss bent over, holding the stupid lid up.

I was shaking the last drops out when I heard the front door open, and Linda shouted up the stairs. "I’ll be back in a few minutes!"

"Okay!" I yelled back, then I buttoned my jeans and flushed the toilet. The house was quiet, and I started downstairs to hang out with Bert, but something stopped me after the first step.

There’s no way I can explain the urge that made me turn around and open her bedroom door.

But that’s exactly what I did.

I turned on the light and looked around.

Linda’s bedroom, like the rest of her house, was immaculate and girly; from the ruffled pink fringe on her bedspread to her choice of pictures to her antique furniture. But it was the roomiest room in the house, and it had its own bathroom that was decked out in more frilly pink.

"Looks okay to me," I said to myself. "I don’t see what the...problem...was..."

In the other corner of the room was a heavy wood contraption, pushed up against the wall.

"What the fuck...?"

I stepped over to it and ran my hand along the gleaming wood of the top bar.

"Holy shit."

Linda had a rack. A real life, straight out of the middle-ages, lock you up to punish you rack. Or a stockade, I guess.

Whatever.

The thing that you lock some poor idiots head and arms into, bending them over into a...uncomfortably compromising position.

You know what I mean.

"What the hell do you use this for, Linda?"

Backing away from her...torture device, I bumped into the corner of her dresser, knocking over some small framed photos.

"Shit!"

I straightened up, trying to put everything back in the same spots, and the urge hit me again.

"Let’s see what we’ve got in here."

I opened a drawer. Inside were carefully folded blouses, and a box of knickknacks.

Downstairs, Bert let out a squawk, and I almost jumped out of my skin. I shut the drawer and listened, my heart racing, but Bert quieted down.

"Shit," I said, sweating a little. I swallowed around a hitch in my throat, and tried another, smaller drawer. "Oh, yeah."

I found a drawer full of lacy underwear. I ran my hands over Linda’s panties, and I got an instant boner. I was having trouble breathing, and my hands started to shake.

"Oh, God."

Suddenly, all I wanted to do was jack off, right then and there. Taking a deep breath, I managed to pull myself back together.

First, I thought, ‘I gotta tell the guys about this’, but then I realized nobody’d believe me.

I needed a trophy, for proof. I almost just grabbed the first thing I saw, but some barely functioning part of my brain made me pull back my hand before I took anything.

"No. Not the stuff she wears."

Flipping through the stacks of bra’s and panties, I found a lacy black g-string crumpled into a ball way at the back of the drawer, and a matching, see-through, push up bra. I pulled them both out of the drawer, and shook them out.

I smelled them, inhaling deeply, then held them up to the light, letting them dangle in my hands.

They were so enticing; I almost forgot where I was.

Bert squawked again downstairs, and I jumped and shoved the undies into my pockets. I walked as quickly as I could to the door, but the house was still quiet.

"Fuck," I said, wiping my forehead. "Damn bird."

I knew I was pushing my luck and I was going to turn off the light and leave, but her closet caught my eye. I glanced over the railing at the front door, and decided to gamble.

"Let’s see what we’ve got in here..."

Linda had a typical walk-in closet, with sliding doors that pulled open. Dresses and a few tailored suits with matching skirts hung from a pole on one side, with her high heel shoes and a pair of running shoes lined up on the floor.

But the other side...

I whistled.

"Holy shit."

Hanging on the other side of the closet were uniforms: leather bondage gear, a French maid outfit, and a nurses uniform. Hung from a rack on the wall was a ton of S&M gear: leather masks, ball gags, whips and riding crops, handcuffs and padded leather shackles, dildoes of all sizes and shapes. Bottles of lubricant and a fishbowl full of condoms sat on a small dresser.

I blinked, and my mouth fell open. I picked up a pair of the heavy leather shackles. The long, thin chains tinkled. One of the dildoes had fallen off the tabletop, and I picked it up. It flopped over in my hand, and I looked at Linda’s bed, realizing that hidden under her sweet, girlie bedclothes was a sturdy steel bed frame and headrest.

"OhMyGod. She’s a fucking bondage queen."

I was so enthralled with my discovery that I hadn’t heard the front door open. I was standing there with her chains and her dildo when Linda stepped into the room.

"Devin?" The shock on her face almost made me drop the sex toys. "What are you doing?"

"I, uh...I just...found these..." I stuttered, and the big rubber penis flopped around again. I felt my face and neck burn and turn bright red.

Her face got hard and cold.

"Put those down right now. I’m taking you home."

 

That was the most uncomfortable car ride of my life.

Neither of us spoke. Linda stared straight ahead, her pale face flushed and both of her small hands gripped the steering wheel.

For the most part, I just tried to disappear into my seat. I cleared my throat once, and she clenched her teeth tight enough that the small muscles along her jaw popped.

I shut up the rest of the way home.

She squealed to a stop next to my house, and I tried to apologize.

"Linda, look, I’m sorry. I really didn’t..."

"Ms. Bell."

"Wha...oh. Okay. Ms. Bell, I’m s..."

"Get out of my car. Right... now...!"

"Please, I let m..."

"GET OUT!"

I got out.

As soon as I shut the door, she revved the noisy little engine, and then I was alone. Dejected, I stuck my hands in my pockets, and grinned when my fingers wrapped around my plundered trophies.

The next week was pretty rough.

Apparently Cara didn’t think I’d been fucked up enough after she broke up with me, so every chance she got, she made a point of flinging herself at Keith and shoving her tongue in his mouth.

That didn’t really piss me off, to tell the truth. It just got me a little queasy when the spit started dripping.

What did put a wrench into my day was looking forward to last period Spanish.

And Linda.

Linda - err, Ms. Bell - only spoke with me during class if she absolutely had to, and she wouldn’t look at me at all.

Something made me not tell the guys about my little discovery. I didn’t feel ashamed, really, or embarrassed. I think I felt disappointed. Like I’d teetered on the edge of a sexual revelation, and instead of falling in, I backed up.

I carried around her stolen panties with me, playing with them wherever I went. I couldn’t stop fantasizing about her, dressed up in her lingerie or her costumes, fucking me.

It was worse in class.

Every day I walked out of the classroom, reeling in pain from the continuous hard-on that would pop up as soon as I saw her. Jacking off brought no relief. And believe me, I tried.

When the last bell rang on Friday afternoon, I packed up my notebook and hurried the door with the rest of the spawn, holding my backpack over my throbbing groin. I tried not to meet Ms. Bell’s eyes and just get out as fast as I could.

"Devin. Please come here."

Oh shit, I thought. I’m in trouble.

She was leaning against the edge of her desk with her arms folded across her chest. As the last of the kids filed out, she smiled sweetly at me.

"You’re leaving?" She asked.

Hell, yeah. No reason to hang around here.

"I thought...I guess I didn’t think you’d want me to help after..."

She waved her hand.

"Those boxes are still much too heavy for me. Besides, you know what to do. We can finish faster if you’re helping."

"Well, okay, I guess. But I need to catch..."

She nodded, grinning.

"Your bus. I know. If it’s okay, I’m willing to give you a ride. We might be here a while later than usual tonight, though."

After not speaking to me for a week, she was suddenly a little too sweet. A tiny alarm went off in the back of my head. But she dropped her arms and gripped the side of the desk, leaning further back. I looked her up and down, and swallowed hard.

Today she was wearing a dress with a full length skirt. It buttoned up the front, starting around her knees and ending at a swooping neckline. She was wearing a pearl necklace that looked just like Ingrid’s'.

The sight of her cleavage when her body shifted caused my dick to short-circuit my brain.

"Okay. Cool." I said. "I, uh, I’m sorry about last week. I..."

She shushed me with a finger to my lips. When she smiled my dick throbbed in my pants, and my lips tingled where she touched me.

Then she put me to work.

She sat at her desk, and by the time we - I - finished, I was sweating like a pig.

"There." I said. "All done."

"Good. Let’s go."

The school was deserted except for a janitor sweeping a stairwell at the other end of the hall. When we stepped outside, stars were already twinkling and the moon lit our way as we walked to her car. She unlocked my door and then walked around to the drivers’ side, then she squeezed in next to me and handed me her purse.

"Hold this?"

"Okay."

It was late October, just a day shy of Halloween. The day had been sunny and warm, but now it was freezing out. She started the car and turned on the beetle’s heat.

"It’ll take a minute to warm up," she said, and pulled out of the school parking lot. Jack-o’-lanterns grinned at us from the porches of the houses as we drove by.

"What are you doing for Halloween? Are you going to any parties?"

I shook my head.

"No. I didn’t make any plans, after the other day...uh, you know...I guess I didn’t feel like doing much. My folks and my sister are gone for the weekend, so I was just gonna rent some movies and stay home." I glanced at her. "How about you?"

She licked her lips.

"I’ve made some arrangements."

"Huh?"

She looked at me and smiled. In the dark, her smile didn’t seem to reach her eyes.

"I’m having a party tomorrow night. How would you like to...be my date?"

I blinked.

"Excuse me?"

"Would you like to go to my party? I think it will be fun."

I stared at her, no idea what to say.

"You’re kidding. Right?"

"No. Really. I’d like for you to be there."

My dick started screaming, ‘Say yes! You bonehead!’, so I said, "Sure. Okay."

She smiled. I was shocked enough that I didn’t notice where she was driving until she parked and cut the engine.

I looked around dumbly.

"Here we are," she said brightly.

"This...this is your house." I stuttered.

"Come on inside." She unsnapped her seatbelt, opened her door and stepped out of the car.

"But I..."

"Come on. I want to show you something."

"But..."

"Hurry. It’s cold."

She waited for me to get out and shut my door, and then she took my arm in hers and marched me to her porch. She jingled her keys, unlocked the front door and smiled at me. Bert greeted us as we walked in.

"Cutie-pie! Cutie-pie!"

Linda fed him a sunflower seed.

"He’s been asking about you all week. You must have made an impression on him."

"I...guess so." I said, and frowned. "Is that what you wanted to show me?"

Linda shook her head, unbuckled the belt around her waist and slipped out of her coat. She laid it over the back of her couch, walked back to me and stopped just inches away. I could feel her breath on my face.

"You did something very bad the other night." She said, and laid her hands on my chest.

A tingle shot through my body when she touched me, and I knew she could see the bulge in my pants. I swallowed around a lump in my throat, and my voice sounded suddenly hoarse.

"Yeah, I know. I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have gone in your room, but..."

She was tracing a little zigzag patter on my chest with a long, red fingernail.

"But you were intrigued."

"Yeah. I guess so..."

She edged even closer and looked down into my eyes. God, she was tall.

"Did you...like what you found?"

I couldn’t believe this was happening. A week ago, she looked like she wanted to kill me. And now...

"Um. Yes?"

"Have you been thinking about me?" She whispered, and eased my jacket over my shoulders.

It fell to the floor and she kicked it away.

A mantra was playing in my head, flowing through my mind over and over, in time with my throbbing dick.

Oh God oh God oh God...

"Yes..." I breathed.

She smiled and leaned over, like she was going to kiss me. Her dark brown eyes fluttered.

"Good..."

Her soft, ruby red lips parted and the little pink tip of her tongue flicked out. She pressed against me and wrapped her arms around my neck, then softly licked my lips, running her moist tongue lightly over my upper lip, then my lower lip, and back. I shivered, and her warm thigh rubbed against my crotch. She played with my hair, gently biting my lower lip with her sharp, white teeth.

I was frozen stiff.

She nibbled my lip and wiggled against me, her breath hot and sweet on my face. I moaned and tried to put my arms around her, but she pulled back, smiling. I tried to push her down onto the floor, but she stepped away and took my wrist.

"I want you to come upstairs with me."

Suddenly, I was sweating again, and I was having trouble breathing.

"Oh. Okay."

She pulled me to the stairs and smiled reassuringly over her shoulder. All I could see was her sweet, round ass, swaying in front off me. I tried to touch it, and she smacked my hand away.

"Ow!"

She grinned.

"Not yet."

The bedroom door was open, but the lights were off.

"Go ahead," she said.

I stepped inside, and she turned on the lights and shut the door behind us, locking it behind her. I heard a drawer behind me open and shut. I almost turned around, but then I noticed her bed.

All the frilly girl stuff was gone, replaced with a single, black silk sheet tucked over the mattress. Lying on the bed were the leather handcuffs she’d caught me with, one pair attached to each of the thick steel posts at each corner of the bed.

She stepped behind me and touched my hips. She wrapped an arm around my waist and gently stroked my belly. I felt her breasts press into my back, and she let her chin rest on my shoulder.

I could just see her face out of the corner of my eye.

"Do you like my bed?" She asked. "Does it excite you?"

My mouth was too dry to speak, so I nodded.

"Let’s see."

She stopped rubbing my stomach and unbuttoned my jeans with a flick of her wrist. I jumped as my dick poked out of my underpants. It felt like it was going to explode.

"Okay, Linda, c’mon now..."

She hissed and squeezed me, pinning me to her. God, she was strong. Somewhere beyond the hormones flooding my system, I wondered why the hell she needed me to help her at school.

I probably should’ve given that some more thought, but she didn’t give me the time.

"Don’t move," she warned, and I felt something cold and sharp slide under my chin. "Unless you like blood."

"Holy shit, Linda! Hey, look! This was fun, and I’ve learned my lesson, but..."

I tried to pull away, but she jerked me back against her and the butcher knife in her hand bit into my throat.

"Devin, you were very bad. A bad, bad boy. I forgive you for snooping. Really. After I took you home, Bert helped me realize you did what any other horny teenage boy would’ve done. I know you’ve been attracted to me for a long time, and I’m actually kind of glad you found my little secret. But I want you to understand something. You need to be very quiet now. From now on, you’re not to speak unless I tell you to. Do you understand?"

I nodded.

The knife pressed harder, and a sharp pain shot into my neck. "What was that?"

"Yeah! Yeah! I get it! Linda, please...!"

She jerked me again.

"You have lost the privilege of calling me Linda. You may call me Ms. Bell. Do you understand?"

Holy shit. She’s lost it. A fucking bird’s talking to her? Calming her down? Forget Vampira, forget Bride of Frankenstein.

She was a fucking psycho.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Yeah. Okay...uh, Ms. Bell. I got it."

"Good. Now. I asked you a question."

"Wha...What was that?"

"Are you excited?"

Not any fucking more, I thought.

After she pulled the knife on me, my dick went from looking like a tent pole in my underwear to hiding somewhere around my armpits. Hell, as far as I knew, it jumped off and slithered out under her door, and was running like hell to Bermuda right now.

"Uh, I...was..."

"Let’s see," she said again.

Her hand slid back down and into my underpants. She ran her fingernails through my pubic hair and then gripped my balls. She kissed my neck and softly nibbled my earlobe as she played with me.

I shivered, and my dick decided to take a risk.

She laughed in my ear and used the flat of her knife to force my head back onto her shoulder.

"That’s a nice boy," she said. "Just like that. Now relax."

She stroked me until I was hard again, and she ran a fingernail along the bottom of my cock up to the tip, pushing it against my belly.

"Very nice," she whispered, and let it flop back down. It hung straight out, pulsing.

I felt dizzy.

"Now then. I was telling you that I forgave you?"

"Yes Ms. Bell," I croaked. I sounded like her stupid bird.

"Well. A couple days ago, I realized you took something when you were here, too. Didn’t you?"

I managed a nod.

The knife pricked me.

"What did you say?"

"Y-yes. I did."

She smiled and licked my ear. My dick twitched in her hand.

"You’ve been playing with something in your pocket this week, haven’t you?"

I shut my eyes.

Poke.

"Yes."

Poke.

"Ms. Bell," she said.

Poke.

"Yes, Ms. Bell."

The knife eased back, and her other hand reached into the pocket of my jeans. She pulled her panties out and dangled them in front of my face.

"That’s where they went! I wondered where they’d disappeared to. I just knew I put them in my dresser."

Poke.

"Did you look through my dresser, Devin?"

Poke.

"Yes Ms. Bell."

"Did you take anything else of mine?"

I squeezed my eyes shut, and nodded.

Poke.

"Yes Ms. Bell."

"What?"

Poke.

"I...I took a bra."

She nuzzled me, giving me little, soft kisses.

"Do you like what you took?"

"Y-yes Ms. Bell."

"Did you think about me this week? Wearing what you took from me?"

I was breathing hard again. She’d wrapped her panties around my penis, and was slowly jerking me off. My knees started to tremble.

"Yes." I whispered.

"Did you bring me back my bra, too?"

I shook my head.

Poke.

"No! No, Ms. Bell. It’s still at my house."

"Did you try my underwear on?" She asked.

"No. I didn’t..."

"Did you think about it? Did you wonder what my panties would feel like? Did you imagine slipping them on, the soft lace stroking you at school, hidden under your pants? Or my bra, hidden under your shirt, strapped around your sweet chest?"

I gulped and shook my head again.

Poke.

"N-no. I didn’t. Really. I just wanted something to remember you with..."

"You stole from me."

"But..."

She stopped rubbing my cock and tossed the panties on the bed.

"Give me your arm." She patted my left shoulder. "This one."

She grabbed my left wrist and yanked my arm behind my back. The cold pressure on my neck eased up, and she pushed me onto the bed.

With my pants halfway to my knees, I couldn’t stay up. I fell over, and she landed on top of me. I heard the rattle of a chain and then a leather strap tightened around my wrist.

She’d tied me with the cuff attached to the opposite - right - side of the bed. I had to use all my strength to flip over, but she’d already locked my wrist into the handcuff. When I flopped onto my back, I found her straddling my hips with the knife pointed right at my throat, and I realized she’d planned it this way.

"Don’t move." Her smile was gone.

The point of her knife poked my cheek, and her ass rubbed my cock as she pinned my other wrist to the bed with her knee. She grabbed the cuff lying next to my head, and quickly strapped my right wrist in.

Then she stroked my face with her blade, and grinned. She sat up, and I could see her dress had popped its buttons up to her waist. She grabbed my t-shirt and slit it open with her knife.

"Oh shit! Linda, please...!"

She jabbed my nipple with the knife and hissed at me.

"What did you say?"

I bit my lip and shut up. A little blood trickled down my ribs from the cut she’d made.

Then she leaned over and kissed me. I heard myself groan as her tongue flicked in and out of my mouth, and I for a second I forgot my fear.

Her kiss was soft and she ran her hand up my ribs as she pulled my tongue into her mouth and sucked on it. She kept the knife held at my neck and pinched my bloody nipple with her free hand, and then she ripped her dress open to her belly, down to the last couple buttons.

I felt my cock throb against her backside and bit my lip. Under her dress she was wearing a white push up bra. The cups were cut just under her tiny, pink nipples, forcing them to jut out.

"Do you like my breasts, Devin?" She asked.

"Y-yes, Ms. Bell."

She smiled.

I’d answered the question right, I guess, because she wrapped her hands around the back of my head, leaned over and pressed her chest onto my face. One of her nipples poked against my lips, and I sucked on it, nibbling it. Her tits were bigger than I’d thought. I realized that the little peeks I’d managed to catch over the years had just misled me about the size of her boobs.

Her hips jerked, grinding her ass into my crotch. And then she pulled away. She sat up and looked down at me, smiling. She stabbed he knife into the mattress next to my armpit and played with her breasts with one hand, then reached behind her ass and stroked my cock with the other.

Maybe she wasn’t going to kill me. I remembered the bondage get-up in her closet, and prayed this was just some funky role-playing game for her. Despite myself, I was starting to get into it.

Linda shut her eyes and played with me for a minute, until I was hard in her hand again. And then she bent over and kissed my neck, sliding her tongue down my chest. She pinched and bit my nipples, trailing her mouth over them, sucking them, and then she slid her body further down, biting and kissing my belly, licking my belly button, and then she grabbed my cock with both hands and took me into her mouth with a gulp.

My entire body tingled when I felt her lips press against my belly, and I jerked against her. She looked up at me, my dick buried in her throat, stretching out her mouth. She bobbed her head and I slid out with a slurp.

"Do you like that?"

"Oh, my God." I whispered. "Yes...uh...uhh...Ms. Bell...Uhhhh"

My feet twitched and my hands clenched as she sucked me, slowly and gently. She slid one arm under my ass and pillowed her head on my hip. Her soft, curly hair tickled me, and she cupped my balls with her free hand and lightly tickled my asshole with her fingertips. She worked me slowly at first, and then picked up speed, until my hips jerked and my toes curled.

"Oh shit! Oh...sh-shit! P-please...gnnng!"

She stopped sucking me right as I started to cum, but rolled off me onto the bed and kept stroking me. Her hand pumped away, and I couldn’t hold back. I shot my load, and she milked me, pointing my dick up towards my belly.

"Oh, fuck, Linda! Fuck, yeah!"

Sticky, pearly white cum pooled on my stomach, and dripped down my sides. My chest heaved as she smiled at me and squeezed the last drops of cum out of my cock. Then she ran her hand over the mess on my belly and licked her fingers clean.

"You made quite a mess, Devin."

I managed to nod. I could barely breathe.

She slid off the bed and pulled my pants down around my ankles. Then she pulled off my tennis shoes and my socks, pinned one of my legs to the bed and buckled me down, tightening the cuff around my leg just above my pants.

"You made a mess and you called me Linda. I told you to call me Ms. Bell, didn’t I?"

"Y-yeah. But..."

She strapped in my other leg, jerked the chains tight, and then pulled my pants all the way off.

"That means you have to be punished."

I tried to sit up. I still had some slack in the chains locking up my arms.

"No, no. You don’t get up until I let you."

Linda pushed me down and straddled my chest. She tightened up the chains for my arms, until I was spread-eagled out on her bed. Then she slid off again, my cum leaving a wet, shiny trail where she’d smeared it over my body.

"What a bad boy you are. Since you can’t seem to follow directions..."

She pulled the knife out of the bed and set it on her nightstand, then stepped over to her closet. She rolled open the door and grabbed something off the rack.

"I think we just need to make sure you don’t talk any more this weekend."

She grinned and held up a gag and a mask.

"Linda, please..."

She slapped me hard enough to make my eyes water. My lip swelled and I tasted blood.

"Shut up."

She pulled the black leather mask over my head, and then zipped it up the back. She unzipped the eye and mouth slits, and then shoved the red rubber ball of the gag against my lips.

"Oww!"

She wiggled it into my mouth, until I gurgled, and then she strapped it around my head, hooking it in place.

"There." She stepped back and admired her handiwork. "Perfect."

She smiled at me, watching me jerk around on her bed. The cuffs didn’t hurt, but I was strung so tight I could barely move, and the mask was stifling. I felt myself start to panic again, and screamed into my gag.

Completely muffled. Almost no sound reached my ears through the thick leather. And then I knew that I’d blown my chance for help.

Now no one could hear me.

"Oooh, poor boy. Uncomfortable?" Linda cooed. "Here. Let me help."

She pulled a thick pillow out of the closet and shoved it under the small of my back, and then another, until my hips were almost a foot off the bed.

"You wanted me to fuck you, didn’t you? I know you did. I could see it in your eyes when I found you leering into my closet, and all this week at school." She ran a hand lightly over my prone body.

Her touch was electric. My body jumped.

"There, there. You got to have your fun, now it’s my turn." She smiled again. "Just relax. You’re about to get your wish. Now, wait just a second."

She turned back to her closet, and came back out with a big bottle of anal lubricant.

"You’ll need this," she said, and crawled up onto the bed. She knelt between my legs and squirted a bunch of lube onto my crotch and over my balls. She slathered it on thick. Despite myself, my dick came back to life at the cool touch of the jelly, and she grinned.

"Well, look at that. You are a horny boy, aren’t you?" She shook more lube down to the tip of the bottle. "We’ll just have to fix that, won’t we?"

She used her fingertips to spread my ass cheeks open.

"What a cute little butt you’ve got, Devin."

She grinned and pressed the tip of the bottle into my anus.

My body jerked as she squeezed the rest of the lube into my rectum. She laughed and tossed the bottle onto the floor.

"Don’t you like that?"

My head flopped frantically from side to side, and she unbuttoned the last two buttons holding her dress closed. She let it slide off onto the floor and rested her hands on my thighs. She was wearing a flowery garter belt with her stockings and a pair of lacy panties over that.

"That’s too bad," she said, and leaned over with her ass up in the air.

She lapped the drying cum from my stomach, purring like a cat. I closed my eyes, feeling the heat from her body on mine. The tip of my dick rubbed her chest, her bra, and her belly as she licked and slurped.

I groaned with pleasure.

And then she sat up again, and pulled down her panties.

My eyes popped open and I started to thrash in my chains.

Ms. Bell laughed, and stroked the hard, thick, purple cock dangling where her pussy should’ve been. Her - his - cock was big - bigger than mine - and the balls hanging down inside her thighs were hairless.

"I hope I’m everything you wanted, Devin," she whispered and eased down onto me.

My legs were spread open, and my ass was way up in the air. I kicked and thrashed, but I could barely move. She just giggled and slipped her cock slowly into my oozing rectum.

It hurt.

It fucking hurt a lot .

Once she was in far enough that I couldn’t dislodge her, she grabbed my ass with both of her hands and pushed with her hips. She had all the leverage she needed, and suddenly I felt like I had to take a huge shit.

"There sweet boy. Doesn’t that feel nice?" She cooed. "You feel so sweet, I love your ass."

She let her weight rest on me and her tits dug into my chest. Her sticky hands slid up my body and grabbed a pair of leather handles that were sewn onto the sides of my mask, and she started pumping into me. She buried her face in the crook between my neck and my shoulder and purred, sucking and nuzzling me. Her hair poked into my eye and I had to turn my head away, giving her better access to my neck while she fucked me.

"That’s my sweet baby. My sweet, sweet baby." she whispered as she chewed on my neck. "You want me to cum in your ass, don’t you baby..."

Oh, fuck, it hurt.

She was pounding into me, smashing her belly against my balls. My dick was pressed flat against her stomach, and her garter belt rubbed it while she fucked me. Her belly was slick with my cum and the lube she’d smeared all over me, and the friction was turning the lube warm, then hot.

"You like it. I can feel it..."

My dick slid underneath her garter belt and stuck there, between the lacy material and her stomach. I groaned as I felt another orgasm building.

I didn’t want to cum. I didn’t. Not with some freak fucking me in the ass.

But I couldn’t help it.

My toes curled and my hands clenched into fists. A muffled wail from behind my mask caused her to stop pumping me for a second. She smiled as she pushed her upper body away from me, and shoved with her hips until her dick was buried and her balls slapped my ass.

"Cum for me," Linda purred. "Cum all over your sweet chest..."

She ran her fingers lightly up and down the thick vein running along the bottom of my cock, and a thick stream of cum spurted out of my dick like a fountain. Tears of shame burned in my eyes as my chest was sprayed with milky-white droplets.

Linda grinned and licked her fingers clean.

"That tastes so sweet..."

She gathered her legs up so she was kneeling underneath me, and pulled my ass higher. With my chained legs stretched over her thighs, she began fucking me with quick, hard strokes.

"Baby, oh baby..."

I didn’t feel her cum inside me. None of that ‘hot jizm exploding, filling me up’ crap. It was nothing like any of the shit you read about in the dirty magazines. One minute, she (he? it?) was pounding me, ripping into my asshole, and the next she just stiffened. After a series of small jerks, the pressure in my bowels lessened and she collapsed on top of me.

Then I felt warm fluid dripping down my ass cheeks, and she was snuggling me, gently kissing my nipples and wrapping herself around my body.

"Sweet boy, I knew you’d like it..." she whispered.

She rested her head on my chest, stroking the cum covering me with a sharp fingernail, swirling it around and making little designs.

"I can’t wait for tomorrow to introduce you to my friends," she yawned.

And then she fell asleep, right on top of me, with her cock slowly shrinking inside my ass. After a few minutes she started to snore softly, and her penis popped out.

It felt just like I’d taken a little turd.

I woke up to find dingy grey light pouring through her bedroom windows.

"Rise and shine sleepy-head," she said, as she dragged me, feet first, off the bed. "Time to get ready for the party."

My feet were cuffed with a new pair of leather bonds. A short, thin nylon cord dangled between them, I guess so I could walk on my own. My hands were hand-cuffed tightly in front of me, and I noticed the other cuffs were still attached to the bedframe.

Linda was standing in front of me, completely naked. She was holding the riding crop from her closet in one hand, and poked my face with it. I wasn’t wearing the mask anymore, but I was still gagged.

"Stand up Devin."

Soft, her cock swung down four or five inches. There was dried shit and blood caked on it, and smeared all over the tops of her legs.

"C’mon. We don’t have all day. Huffff!"

She pulled me to my feet and a sharp pain flooded my bowels. Suddenly I had to go to the bathroom very, very badly. She yanked on a heavy leash she’d attached to a studded leather collar around my neck, and my wobbly legs almost gave out.

"Stand up straight!" she demanded.

I did my best, and she led me into her bathroom. The rope around my ankles let me shuffle along in little half-steps.

"Sit!"

She pushed me down onto the toilet and held my penis while I relieved myself. Shit bubbled out of my ass and plopped into the toilet, splashing me.

I squeezed my eyes closed and prayed to wake up.

Linda laughed and played with her little whip, gently slapping the underside of my chin with it.

"All finished. That’s a good boy, pooping in the toilet."

She cleaned me, and then pulled my leash again.

"Now into the shower. We want you to make a good impression tonight."

I tried to step over the ledge of the bathtub, and almost tipped over. The whip whacked me in the butt, and I stumbled in.

"Raise your arms."

A metal pipe ran across the top of her shower, from one wall to the other, with a sturdy hook hanging from the middle. I shook my head, and she flicked her wrist.

"GAAHH!"

Her crop caught me across my nipple. Linda wasn’t smiling anymore.

"You smell like a disgusting pig. Raise your arms. Now!" She flicked her wrist again.

WHACK!

Pain exploded through me as the tip of her crop kissed my crotch. My vision swam, and she screamed again.

"NOW!"

WHACK!

My other nipple burned, and I raised my arms, shuddering. She reached up and attached my cuffs to the hook with a small, light clamp.

"There. That wasn’t so hard, was it?" she asked pleasantly.

My whole body hurt. I didn’t want to piss her off again, so I shook my head.

Linda stepped into the shower behind me, reached around my waist, and started the water running. A blast of freezing cold water hit me in the face, sending chills down my entire body. She pushed my head into the freezing spray and raked her fingers through my hair. I came out sputtering, and then she was lathering me up with shampoo.

"There. Doesn’t that smell good?"

She dunked me again and rinsed me. The water was warming up now, and I felt her arm wrap around my waist, and she bent over. When she straightened, she held a bar of pink soap under my nose.

"This is my favorite. I think you’ll like it too." The soap smelled like her, like she smelled every day when we’d stayed late in her classroom.

I groaned.

Linda slowly, gently soaped me up. Starting with my arms, she worked her way down past my groin, washing me as she went, and then moving back up to my crotch.

"Mmm. Let’s have a little fun, shall we?"

I let my head hang as she washed my cock. Despite myself, it slowly hardened until it was standing straight up, throbbing in her fist.

"Such a nice, hard cock," she whispered.

And then something hard and rubbery was poking me.

Linda pulled me against her and played with my chest as she jacked me off, gently rubbing her growing dick up and down my wet, soapy ass crack.

God. Just like last night, I thought. This can’t be happening. Please. This has to be a bad dream.

And she stopped.

"There. Nice and hard again, sweet boy. But I think we should save that for later this evening."

She reached around me and popped the shower head off the stand. I waited, hanging there, staring at the flowery white tile until she finished bathing herself.

"All done!"

Linda turned off the water and opened the shower door. She hopped out of the tub and I watched her in the mirror as she toweled off. Then she rubbed me dry with a thick pink towel and stepped back, grinning.

"I’ll be right back. Don’t move a muscle." She hung the wet towels back on the rack and left the room.

I hung there for a second with my eyes closed and my head back, wondering how the fuck I was going to get out of this. I could hear Linda rummaging around in her bedroom. I opened my eyes when she turned on the radio, and found myself staring up at my wrists.

The pipe I was attached to was bent slightly in the middle. I lifted my legs, curling them up to my stomach. My ass felt like something was ripping inside, but I hung there, twisting.

Nothing.

I took a deep breath, gritted my teeth and pulled myself up as far as I could with my arms, and then let myself drop. The leather straps cut into my wrists, but the pipe groaned and bent.

I dropped about a half an inch.

In the bedroom, Linda was humming along to some old sixties song. Glancing at the bathroom door, I raised my body again, pulling my legs into a ball, and dropped. With a squeal, the pipe bent another inch, but held.

"What do you think you’re doing?!"

Linda was standing at the doorway, dressed in her nurses’ outfit, glaring at me. She lashed out with her riding crop.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"Mmphaagh!"

Three burning welts popped up on my ass cheeks, just below the small of my back. Linda placed a fist on her hips and waggled her finger at me, like she was scolding a small child.

"Bad boy! Didn’t I tell you not to move?"

Linda unhooked me and dragged me out of the tub, then into the bedroom and threw me face-first down onto the bed.

"Such a bad boy. And after I’ve been so nice to you."

She leashed me to the head-board of the bed and pulled something green from her closet. Then she straddled my back, unlocked my handcuffs and grabbed me by the hair, jerking my head back.

"Do you know what happens to bad boys? Do you?"

My eyes popped open and I shook my head.

"Mmmgh!

"They get punished."

Linda let go of my hair and shook out a green smock. She forced my hands through a pair of arm holes, then tied the light, paper-like material down my back.

"There."

She locked my handcuffs together again and untied my leash.

"Stand up," she said. "Let’s see how you look in your costume."

I slowly pushed myself off the bed, and turned around. Linda was grinning at me, lifting my chin with her crop.

"My little patient. You look cute enough to eat." She sighed. "Come with me."

She gave my leash a quick jerk, and I stumbled after her. I heard Bert squawk through the closed office door, and then we were down the stairs and into her living room. She led me right to the stockade that she’d set up in the middle of the room.

"You’ve been such a bad boy; this is where you’re going to have to spend the evening."

I tried to back away, shaking my head. She just yanked my forward until she could grab my hair again, and pushed my neck down on the thick slab of wood.

"Bad boy! Don’t make me spank you!’

Linda slipped behind me and grabbed my wrists. After unlocking my handcuffs again, she forced my arms down into the shallow depressions cut into the beam, and slammed the crossbar down over my neck and padlocked me in.

"There!"

I tried to jerk my head back. No luck. I couldn’t move.

Linda removed the leash and slipped the black mask back over my head, buckling it on. She made sure the eye-slits were open, so I could see, but she zipped the mouth closed.

"You be a good boy now. I’ve got a lot to get ready!"

Then left me alone. With her parrot tucked away, the house stayed strangely quiet.

 

The doorbell rang about an hour later.

Linda skipped past me and I heard the door open.

"Girlfriend! Look at you! Oooohhh!"

I was turned with my ass facing the door so I couldn’t see who had just shown up, but there was a lot of excited shouting for a couple minutes. The voice that kept calling Linda ‘Girlfriend’ eventually acknowledged me.

"And who’s this sweet thing?"

A warm hand patted my ass and trailed up my back, playing with the ties on my ‘costume’.

"Oh. Just a party favor, for later."

"Perky!"

The hand tickled my balls, and I turned my head as far as I could. A pair of long, muscular brown legs stepped into view. I looked up to see what appeared to be a black man dressed as a roaring-twenties style flapper, wearing a tight, sequined white dress with a skirt that barely covered his ass, and a pair of black mesh stockings with white stiletto heels.

Behind me, someone with a lisp asked, "Dessert?" Then laughed gaily.

"Here, let me take your coats. Desiree, I haven’t had time to bring out the bowls. Would you mind?"

The person standing in front of me was playing with my mask. "’Course, Girl! Whatever you need."

"They’re right over there."

Desiree walked away, swishing his butt. He returned a second later and set two bowls by my feet. One was full of condoms, the other loaded with little bottles of anal lubricant. The bowls I’d seen in Linda’s closet.

Somebody was gently rubbing my ass.

"I love Halloween. Linda always comes up with the best ideas," the voice lisped. "Did you see the balls on this one?"

And the doorbell rang again.

"Party-time!" Desiree cried, and he ran to open the door.

 

I don’t know how many people showed up for Linda’s little shin-dig, but the apartment was packed and noisy, and the drinks were flowing.

There was a lot of leather, lots of chains and bondage stuff. Everybody was dancing, or eating, or wandering from one little group to another. One chubby guy whose voice I recognized as the Lisper was dressed like a cartoon tiger, with little white shirt cuffs and a white collar and a bow-tie sewn onto his costume. He had a pair of orange ears strapped to the top of his head, and they kept falling off while he danced.

I seemed to be the focal point of conversation, but for the first hour or so, everybody pretty much left me alone and partied. Eventually the little groups got even smaller, and couples started claiming space on the couch and chairs. A guy dressed like a biker flopped onto a recliner in front of me and pulled out a huge cock, bloated and purple, with a shiny silver cock ring wrapped around his balls. Another guy dressed like a cowboy knelt down between his knees, and the biker grinned and closed his eyes.

I turned my head when the cowboy hat started bobbing up and down.

The orgy had begun. And Lispy Tiger Boy was glancing my way.

"Hey, Linda!" He shouted across the room, waving at me. "Can I partake?"

I couldn’t see or hear her, but I guess Linda said yes because the guy walked over to me. He bent over and smiled at me, then dipped into the bowls. He straightened and slid his hand into the band of his orange tights and slipped them down, over his hips.

And I was suddenly staring right at a pair of hairy balls, and thick, soft cock, poking right at my face.

No. No, no, no, no...

"Not his mouth!" I heard Linda shout from across the room. "And wrap that rascal!"

"’Kay!"

Lispy ripped open a condom package and rolled the rubber on. The he squirted some lube onto his hand and started to jack off. When he was hard he waddled around behind me.

Oh God, no...

His sticky hands untied and pulled open my costume. He rubbed his slimy cock into my ass, greasing me up. I tried to wiggle away, but he grabbed me around the waist with both of his arms, pinning me in place.

"Hold still," he whispered, and pushed his dick into me with a grunt.

My entire body spasmed, and my head smacked back into the hard wood.

"MMMMgggg!"

"Ahhhooowww. You’re a tight boy, aren’t you?"

Lispy wormed his way into my ass, with slow, hard thrusts. His fingers played with my cock while he slowly fucked me, then reached completely under me and lightly grabbed my balls.

"Oh, yeah..."

He squeezed my balls and screwed me. When he started to get really excited he stopped playing with me, dug his fingers into my waist and bent over my back. He pounded into me as hard as he could, slamming my shoulders into the cross-bars locking me into the stockade.

"YESSS!!!"

Lispy pulled out suddenly, and a second later warm fluid spurted over my ass.

Then the cowboy-biker duo stepped up.

"All finished, Pard'ner?"

"Enjoy yourselves, boys!"

I watched the cowboy slip underneath me. His head brushed my chest and his hat fell off, and then he sucked my cock into his mouth. The biker took the time to grab a condom, and then his huge dick was filling my ass.

It felt like I was being ripped apart.

"Fuck him, Baby," the cowboy slurped. He reached around and pulled my ass cheeks open. "Yee-Haw! Pound that little ass."

And so it went.

Unfortunately, the night was just beginning.

 

Hours later, I hung limply from my prison. My ass burned like it was on fire.

All the party-goers had long since departed, except for Desiree.

Right now, he was sitting on the chair in front of me with his legs crossed, his hands folded demurely on his knee, swinging his shoe from his toes as he twirled his foot in a slow circle.

Watching me.

"What are you going to do with your little trophy?" He asked Linda, who was walking around, picking up.

Linda shrugged.

"I’m not sure yet. He said he wanted to come to the party, but I haven’t asked him if he wants to stay tonight."

Desiree smiled and smoothed out his skirt, and gracefully shifted his legs, teasing me.

He yawned theatrically and stretched, throwing back his head and pushing his arms straight into the air. His breasts were enormous, and he had a tiny little waist, which made them look even larger. The tight dress he wore barely restrained his tits; in fact, it emphasized them. He caught me looking and grinned, cupping his breasts with his hands and giving them a little bounce.

"I think he likes my titties." He toyed with a thin spaghetti strap that kept falling down over his shoulder. He smiled and licked his full lips. "Would you like to see them, baby?"

Linda stood next to me, and unzipped my mask.

"Now that everyone’s gone, why don’t we take this off?"

She pulled the mask off and let it fall to the floor.

"Oh! What a beautiful boy!" grinned Desiree.

He slid off the chair and crawled over the floor to me, until I could feel his breath on my face. He reached out and smoothed back my hair, then gently kissed my forehead.

"So pretty," he murmured, and slipped the straps of his dress over his arms.

Desiree cupped his breasts with his arms, pushing them into my face. The sequins covering his dress scraped my face for a second, and then the cool, smooth feel of a silk slip, and then the warm flesh of his bare skin. He played with my hair and I heard a click, and then a huge weight eased from my neck. It took me a moment to realize that Linda had removed the bar holding me down. And then my legs gave out, and I collapsed to the floor with a thump.

"Poor baby. Looks like you’ve had a rough night." Desiree stood up and kicked off his shoes. "Why don’t we take you upstairs and clean you up."

He pulled up his dress and stepped around the stockade, then bent over picked me up like I was a child. He threw me backwards over his shoulder and marched upstairs, right into the bathroom, and stood me up in the shower. He pulled off the hospital gown and tossed it in a clothes-hamper sitting by the sink.

Linda turned on the water, and I was too weak to fight as they bathed me. Hot, rust brown water swirled down the drain as they rinsed my legs and buttocks. My ass stung when the water ran over it. After they finished, Desiree toweled me dry and then they handcuffed my wrists together again, and let me use the toilet.

"Poor baby," he turned to Linda. "Does he know?"

Know what? I wondered.

Linda shook her head.

"I haven’t told him. I’m sure he thinks that I’m like you."

What the hell were they talking about?

Desiree flushed the toilet for me and led me back into the bedroom. The bedding was clean; someone had changed the sheets to a soft pink satin, instead of the black silk. He pushed me onto the bed and they locked me up again. The sheets were cold underneath me, and I shivered.

They both sat on opposite sides of the bed and smiled at me.

"So. Is that what you think?" Desiree asked.

I looked at each of them. Bewildered.

"That she’s like me?"

Desiree stood and slipped out of his dress until it pooled around his ankles. The silk slip followed right after. Underneath, he was just wearing a black garter belt to hold up his stockings. His tits were full and firm, bigger than anything I’d seen outside of a porno movie, with dark brown nipples. I could see the light discoloration around the side of his breast, where the scarring from his implants had healed. His penis was already hard, and stuck out a good foot from his crotch.

"A woman trapped in a man’s body?"

I couldn’t take my eyes off his penis. He eased back onto the bed, and started to gently stroke my stomach with his long, painted fingernails. His dick flopped over his thigh and rested half on the bed, and his tits pressed into my side.

He looked at Linda.

"Why don’t you show him?"

Linda smiled at me and stood up. She was still dressed in her nurses’ costume. She unclipped the little white cap and tossed it on the dresser, then reached behind her back and unzipped the starched white uniform. She pulled it down over her round hips, and I felt my cock suddenly twitch.

Desiree noticed too, and his light touch eased down my belly until his fingertips lightly ran up and down the length of my dick. I groaned around my gag when Linda stood up straight. Now wearing just her undies, she looked like something right out of a wet dream.

"Bra first, honey," Desiree said.

Linda nodded, and unhooked her white, push-up bra. It unsnapped in the front, and she slid the straps down her slim arms and let it fall. She stood smiling at me with her back arched and her chest thrust forward. She licked her fingers and pinched her little, pink nipples until they were stiff.

"Look at them, Sweetie," Desiree prompted. "Those are the real deal, Sugar."

I glanced at him, and he grinned. Then he looked back at Linda.

"Now the panties."

Linda bent and rolled her white g-string down her legs and stepped out of it, leaving her wearing just white stockings and a matching garter belt. She stood again, demurely sucking a finger and playing with her cock.

I watched her get hard.

"Now, that’s real too. Isn’t it, Linda?"

Linda smiled and nodded.

"Come closer." Desiree stopped caressing my dick, and motioned Linda to step closer to my face. "There. Good. Now turn around and bend over."

I seemed to be having a hard time breathing. Linda twirled on the ball of her foot, bent over and spread her ass cheeks. She wiggled her butt, and I got a nice view of her asshole, her balls and her dick and...her...

Pussy?

Linda’s hand moved under her crotch and slipped between her legs. She rubbed her pussy lips and slipped her middle finger inside. It came out slick, and she turned around and licked it clean.

"See? A little bit of everything. Just for us."

She smiled at me and Desiree patted my crotch. Linda crawled onto the bed and straddled me. She closed her eyes and licked her lips, raising her bottom slightly.

"A little higher," Desiree said, and he gripped the base of my cock.

I felt myself slide into Linda. She sat down with a slow grind of her hips, and her fingernails scraped my chest.

God. She was the tightest fit I’ve ever experienced. She fit me like a warm silk glove. She cuddled me, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissed me gently.

"Fuck me," she whispered, and began moving against me, stroking my hair.

"Thattaboy." Desiree stood up and opened the closet. He clicked on the light and bent over, and when he shut the doors he was smearing lube on his cock. He eased between my spread legs, behind Linda. I felt his dick push into my balls, and for a second, I thought he was going to try to fuck my ass.

I braced myself for the pain, imagining that huge dick ripping into my butt.

But it didn’t happen.

Instead, Linda moaned and squeezed me tighter, and I felt something big and hard pressing down on my cock. I opened my eyes.

Desiree was slowly easing himself into Linda’s asshole. Her face scrunched up with the effort of taking us both, and then he was lying on top of us. Linda was angled to my left, Desiree to my right, both of them kissing and caressing me. Linda smiled with an effort.

"L-let’s...t-take this off, too."

She unsnapped my gag, and Desiree pulled the red ball out of my mouth. My jaws cramped, and Linda massaged my face until they relaxed and I could close my mouth. For the first time in more than a day, I could speak.

"Please...stop..." I managed. But Desiree cupped my chin in his hand and tilted my face to his. His lips gently touched mine and Linda nuzzled her soft lips along my ear, teasing me with her tongue.

"Cum in me," she whispered, and her hands played with my body, sending little chills down my spine.

Desiree flicked his tongue in my mouth and I gasped. "It’s okay, baby," he said. "Just lay back and enjoy."

He smiled reassuringly, and I closed my eyes.

"Oh, God," I heard myself say, and I let them do whatever they wanted.

 

For the rest of the year, Linda brought me home with her on Friday nights, and occasionally Desiree would join us. When school ended and I graduated, Linda moved back to France, with her sister.

Desiree and I stayed in contact, a bit.

She asked me to stop calling her ‘him’, and eventually I began to think of her as a woman. She would bring me over to apartment and dress me up in whatever outfit tickled her fancy, and then we’d fuck. She seemed to enjoy my...exuberance.

One weekend, Linda flew in to spend a few days, and brought her sister with her.

By that time, I thought I knew what kinky was.

I had no idea.

On the days I didn’t spend with them, I tried to hang out with my buddies. I’d forgotten all about Cara and Keith, until one weekend when all of us - the guys, that is - decided to go to a strip bar.

"Yo! Dev! Wha’s up!"

Manning the door at ‘The Crop’ was Keith. He’d put on some weight over the last few months. His gut hung out over his baggy jeans, and he still drooled. He let us in with a discount and a good word with the waitress.

Nice of him.

A few watery sodas and a couple lap-dances later, we were feeling pretty relaxed. Then the D.J. announced some stripper named ‘Mercedes’, and cranked up the bump and grind music.

Three guesses who jumped on stage.

Cara saw me sitting in the crowd, and almost blew her act. She recovered nicely, though, and did a pretty good set. She knew how to work the pole, boy.

I shoved a dollar bill in her g-string, and decided to call it a night. I patted her butt and she smiled at me with sad, glazed eyes. I said goodbye to my friends. Only Mark and Dave managed to pry their eyes away from my stoned ex-girlfriend and her baby-doll outfit long enough to say goodnight.

I went home and called Desiree. It was late, but I was depressed and horny. She picked up after the second ring. I don’t think she ever slept.

"What’s wrong baby?" She asked. "Sounds like you need some sugar. Why don’t you come on over."

We hung up and I walked out to my car - Linda’s old VW. As I unlocked the door, I saw the lights go off a couple houses over. Ingrid. I hadn’t thought about her for months now.

For a second, I thought I caught a glimpse of her peeking out the living room window at me.

 

The next day I woke up late in the afternoon. It was broiling hot in my room.

I sat up and stretched, feeling groggy, and opened my window for some air, right as Ingrid power-walked by my house.

She must’ve heard the window, because she stopped and looked around. I unlatched the screen and pushed it up, then stuck my head out of the window.

"Hey. It’s just me," I said.

She smiled and waved, then her face turned pink and her hand jumped to her mouth. She grinned at me, then turned on her heel and almost ran home.

"What?" I wondered.

When I was standing back in my room, I realized it might’ve been a good idea to put some clothes on before I opened the window. Then I remembered Ingrid’s little grin before she walked away, and my dick twitched.

"Heh." I laughed to myself. "You liked it."

I thought for a minute, and then opened my closet. Buried in the back under a ton of junk was the box John had given me before he left, almost a year ago. I pulled it out and dug around in it until I found what I was looking for. I tossed the little package in the air and caught it, then went to take a shower.

 

An hour later, feeling refreshed and frisky, I went to visit Ingrid, carrying two tall glasses of iced tea with me.

I found her sitting cross-legged in the shade provided by our mutual neighbor’s house, weeding her flower beds. Even in the shade, the heat was smothering. She was still wearing her walking outfit; the same tank top, short-short combo she always wore, and she was covered in a glistening sheen of sweat.

"Hey."

Ingrid jumped.

"Oh!" She grinned at me and tucked a bit of damp hair behind her ear. "Devin! You startled me!"

"Sorry," I said, and handed her the glass in my right hand. "I saw you from my back yard and thought you might like something cold to drink."

"Oh. Well, thank you." She accepted the glass and took a small sip. She smacked her lips, and took a big gulp. "Mmm. That’s very good."

"Cheers." I sipped from my own glass. "I’m glad you like it. My mom brews a pitcher for me every morning before she goes to work. By the time I wake up it’s pretty tasty."

She swirled the ice in her glass and took another sip.

"This is so good. Devin, this was so thoughtful of you! Oh! Why don’t we take our drinks to the backyard and sit down?"

"Okay."

She held out her hand and I awkwardly helped her up.

"I put out some chairs on the patio," she said, wiping grass off her butt. "I...I didn’t expect anyone to visit, but..." she trailed off, frowning.

"But here I am."

That made her smile again.

"Yes. Here you are. I suppose I was hoping...that someone might come by."

A small rod-iron table was set up on the concrete patio. A faded umbrella was stuck through the glass top and three white chairs with worn, faded pillows tossed on the seats stood in the shade.

"Hey, let me get that."

I set my glass on the table and pulled out a chair for her. Ingrid settled in, and I sat down opposite her. She used both hands to tuck her hair back again and took another sip of her drink. She was already half finished.

Ingrid noticed that I was looking at her glass and smiled.

"Thank you."

"Sure. It’s that good, huh? I asked. "I guess I shoulda brought the whole pitcher."

She giggled, and then blinked, like she’d just surprised herself by laughing.

"So...how is your summer? She asked. Seemed like she didn’t know quite what to make of my showing up.

"Good. Pretty good." I cleared my throat. "Hey, I, uh, I wanted to apologize for this afternoon. I mean..."

"Do...do you usually open windows without wearing any clothes?"

Her hand shot up to her mouth. I didn’t know exactly what I’d laced her drink with. It didn’t look like the stuff John had used before, but it seemed to be working.

I decided to push the conversation.

"Well, no. Just when a sexy neighbor walks by. My exhibitionist nature gets the better of me."

Her eyebrows flew up and her jaw dropped. Then she blushed again.

And then she grinned.

"You...I...I’m not sexy."

Well, well. I thought that comment was going to be way too forward.

"Sure you are."

"No." She stared at her glass for a second. "Really?"

"Yup." Wow. Okay, I thought. Here goes nothing. "I like watching you walk. You look great in that outfit." I threw my hands up and leaned back in my chair. "Amazing."

"I...I...well," she cleared her throat. "I’ve seen you out on your deck sometimes. Sunbathing? You...remind me of my husband. Your body, I mean. I...I mean, you look nice and tan..."

Ingrid blinked at me, blushing. She glanced away from me and took a long drink. When she finished, what was left of the ice cubes clinked around in the bottom of her glass. She rubbed the back of her neck, then hugged herself and crossed her legs.

"Really?" I asked.

Ingrid nodded but didn’t say anything.

I didn’t take my eyes off her. She was breathing rapidly, taking small, shallow gulps of air. She glanced at my crotch, then quickly looked away. I didn’t know how to play this, so I decided to change the subject.

"Anyway." I leaned forward and drew a smiley face with my finger in the condensation on the table. "Have you heard from John?"

It took her a second to answer. She was staring at my hands, and shook herself back to attention.

"I-I’m sorry. What?"

"Have you talked to John lately?"

She shook her head.

"No. Johnny...hasn’t called, or..."

She was swaying a little: forward, then back. She blinked again and rubbed her forehead.

"Uh...are you okay?" I asked.

"I don’t...I don’t know. I..." She swallowed with an effort. "I feel dizzy."

"Maybe the heat’s getting to you. Do you want me to help you inside?"

She nodded.

"Yes, please. I..."

Ingrid tried to stand, but her legs buckled. I managed to catch her before she fell, and propped her up with my arm around her waist.

"Whoo. That’s not good. Is your backdoor unlocked?

"Y-yes."

"Okay. Let’s take this kinda slow."

She wrapped her arm around my shoulder. I put my free hand on her stomach and guided her towards the door. Getting her through the screen door was kind of awkward, but I managed to lug her to the living room. I pushed the coffee table out of the way with my foot and helped her stretch out on the couch.

"I’m sorry. I feel so odd, like...like..."

Ingrid rubbed her temples. I sat on the floor next to her and held her hand. It felt hot and clammy. Little beads of moisture ran down her face and neck, and a small pool of sweat collected in the groove between her breasts. I was glad she wasn’t looking at me, because I was having a hard time taking my eyes off her chest.

Her nipples were hard as rocks.

"Can I get you a cold towel or something?"

She squirmed a little. Her voice was hoarse when she spoke.

"I’m so hot..."

"I’m going to take off your shoes, okay?"

She nodded.

I untied her shoe laces and pulled her sneakers off and tossed them to the side. Her socks followed, and I went into the kitchen and found a dish towel hanging above the sink. I turned on the tap and let the cold water run until it was as cool as it would get, then soaked the towel and rinsed it out. I carried it back to the living room and laid it on her forehead.

"Thank you."

Ingrid reached out and stroked my face, smiling at me.

I was already really horny - I’d had a hard-on since seeing her that afternoon, and taking a cold shower did nothing to help calm it down. When she touched me, my dick perked up and shot out of the top of me shorts.

She couldn’t stop squirming. Her legs twitched and slid up and down on the cushions, rubbing together. She closed her eyes and let her hand drop from my face to her chest, where it rested on her right breast.

I picked up and re-folded the towel, and I smoothed back her damp hair. Her eyes fluttered, but she didn’t say anything. I decided to take a chance. I leaned over and kissed her as gently as I could.

Her body immediately responded. Her eyes popped open and she grunted, jerking her head into the pillow. I pulled back to find her staring at me with a shocked expression on her face.

"Devin! What...? Why did you do that?"

I smiled reassuringly.

"I told you. I think you’re beautiful, and I...I just wanted to kiss you."

Her eyes fluttered again. She was having a hard time staying focused.

"Devin, that...that’s not right. Please don’t..."

I kissed her again.

Her hand touched my chest, but she didn’t try to push me away. Maybe she didn’t have the energy. But then her lips parted, tentatively, and she let out a whoosh of air.

Suddenly both her arms were wrapped around my neck, and she was writhing against me. I grinned and pushed my tongue into her mouth. She moaned, deep in her throat, and began sucking my tongue, nibbling at it like it was a ripe strawberry. I kissed her lips, her eyes, and the tip of her chin. She bent her head back and I nuzzled her neck, letting my tongue drift down her sweaty chest.

"N-no..."

Ingrid was clutching me, her breasts rising into my face as I bit at her nipples through the satin tank top. The towel fell from her head onto the floor, and my left hand slid over her flat belly and down her shorts. I cupped her crotch, working my fingers under her shorts and the elastic band of her panties until I could gently stroke her pussy.

"Oh!"

This time she did push me away, planting both her hands on my shoulders and shoving me until her arms locked.

"What’s wrong? Don’t you like that?" I asked.

Her eyes were wide, and she clamped her legs together around my hand, which was still tangled in her shorts.

"Please. Devin, stop. This isn’t right."

I didn’t answer. I learned a few things in my time with Linda and Desiree. Instead, I slipped a finger into her pussy and grinned down at her.

"Oh...G-G-God..."

Her eyes lost focus and her whole body started trembling. Her cunt was soaking wet, and my finger slid right in. Her hands curled into fists, and she pulled herself against me. Her legs had my wrist pinned, but I was able to slowly slip my finger in and out, and instead of trying to shove me away again, her hips began to move, and she kissed me hard, shoving her tongue into my mouth.

"Mmm-mmm! Mmm!"

Her legs relaxed and she spread them open, letting one leg fall off the edge of the couch, giving me full access to her pussy. I slipped two more fingers in and her pussy clenched, smashing them into each other. I used my thumb to find her clit and started to gently circle her little nib, rubbing it until she groaned.

A warm gush of her pussy juice soaked my hand and her panties.

"Please stop..." she begged. "Please..."

I looked at her crotch. Her shorts were wet up to her belly.

"Do you really want me to stop?" I asked, and flicked her clit, causing another little flood. "Or can I take these wet things off for you?"

Ingrid squeezed her eyes shut and didn’t answer. Then she dropped back on the couch and averted her eyes, still quiet.

"Well?" I gave her shorts a little tug.

She bit her lip and nodded, and I slipped them down her legs. She kicked out of them, letting them fall to the floor, and then I pulled down her panties. I tossed those onto the coffee table. I petted her soft, light blonde pubic hair and her breath hissed between her teeth.

"You’re so pretty," I said, stroking her. "I...I’ve thought about this for a long time."

She wouldn’t look at me, but her legs were spread open. Inviting me.

I stood and unzipped my shorts. I kicked off my sandals, stepped out of my shorts and pulled off my underpants, then my t-shirt. She kept her head turned as I knelt between her legs.

I was so excited; my dick was actually bouncing up and down, twitching.

"Ingrid."

She shook her head.

"Ingrid. Look at me."

I had to cup her chin in my hand and turn her head. She squeezed her eyes tighter and balled her hands into fists. Mentally, I shrugged.

"You...you drugged me. You put something in my drink. I can tell...just like Johnny used to do..."

That stopped me. I was lying on top of her with her right leg over my shoulder. Her left leg was still dangling off the couch, and I was guiding my dick to her pussy.

"What?"

She never opened her eyes.

"Just like my Johnny," she whispered. "Such a bad boy."

That line triggered a bad memory. Then she grabbed my ass and pulled me into her.

"Ingrid!" I tried to roll off, but she wrapped both her arms around me and lifted her leg, tangling it between mine. "Hey!"

Her hips were grinding against me now. Her pussy was warm and wet, and it gripped my cock, pulsing. Her eyes fluttered open.

"Make me happy, Johnny... Make mommy happy..." she moaned, and clamped her mouth over mine.

It might not’ve been the strangest sex I’ve had. But Ingrid didn’t stop calling me Johnny the entire time.

Frankly, I didn’t care.

She came minutes later, bucking against me, her nails scratching my back.

I rolled us off the couch onto the floor. I lay on my back with her on top of me. I made sure I was still buried inside her, then I pulled off her tank top. Underneath she was wearing a light cotton bra. I didn’t bother unhooking it. I just pulled the straps over her shoulders and yanked the cups under her tits.

"Oh, yeah," I grinned, and pulled her close and kissed her nipples.

Her hair was plastered to her sweaty face, and she swayed back and forth while I sucked her tits. But she kept up a slow grind, her hands clutching my shoulders until I came.

Then she just collapsed on me, panting. I slowly relaxed, and after a while I felt moisture on my chest. I looked down to find her weeping. She was staring at me. Something made me take her hand in mine, and I kissed it.

"You think I’m beautiful?" She asked.

I could feel myself getting hard again. Her pussy was still twitching, and moisture trickled over my hips. I rolled her over onto her back and kissed her. She made a purring sound and tangled her hands in my hair. When I came up for air my dick was throbbing again, and I grinned.

"I think you’re hot."

She blinked again. Then she grinned.

"Did you like having your way with me?"

I answered by hooking both her legs around my neck. I fucked her that way until I came, and instead of filling her cunt with spunk, I pulled out and shot my load over her belly.

"I like fucking you," I said. "A lot."

Her eyes were closed again. But this time she was smiling.

Later, we were lying on her bed, snuggling. She had her head on my belly, and was gently playing with my cock and my balls.

"I was going to be moving back home, to Germany, in the fall." She looked up at me. "I suppose you would like me to stay now."

"What?"

"Well...I thought...now that we are lovers...you would want me to stay here, with you."

Huh?

"Who said...what are you talking about?"

She crawled on top of me and pressed her pussy down on my cock, smashing it flat against my belly. She licked her lips and grinned.

"If we are not lovers, then you raped me."

Oh shit.

"When Johnny went to jail, I cleaned his room and found his hiding place. But I did not find any drugs. I knew he must have had some that night we had dinner together. I wondered what he did with them." She was slowly rubbing her pussy along my cock as she spoke. Her cunt was getting really wet. "If I went to the police now, I’m sure they would find Johnny’s drugs somewhere in your home."

I swallowed around the lump in my throat, and felt my dick responding to her, despite this turn of events.

"The same drugs that a simple test would show to be in my body now, and traces of which are sure to be in the glass you gave me to drink. What do you think the police might say if they found these things, and I told them that you had sex with me?"

"I...I thought you liked it..."

Ingrid grinned and eased me back inside her soft, velvety pussy.

"I did."

"What...what do you want...?"

She didn’t answer. She just took her time with me. Teasing me. She leaned over and kissed me, and I stared up at the ceiling while she fucked me.

Jesus. What the hell did I get myself into this time?

 I must admit here,I did tend to torment these two mates a bit and on this occasion I noted as we entered our front door my torment had affected their trouser set. Both had a protrusion visible but not fully hard. So what followed was down to my tormenting. On entering the room,sure enough my wife was tucked up as usual,her cleavage was plentifully revealed and by the hardness of her nipples pushing at the material,not a lot if anything was underneath. Blushing slightly, "Oh! I didn't expect company,I'm all ready for bed,you two don't usually call in at this time,sorry I'm all undressed,I didn't realise" Moving a bit uncomfortably,she closed her top a bit and gave me a glower. She also moved her legs from how she was sat with them tucked under her bum to back to the floor. Innocently showing a lot of thigh at the back almost up to her bum cheeks.

 My two mates eye's were watching every move and again my wife flushed up although I got the impression she never realised just how much she had shown in changing her position. "I suppose you wont say no to a bottle each,I'll get them.I didn't ought to but in the circumstances I need another little glass myself" She on getting up revealed a certain amount of inner leg and again my mates clocked every bit on show. I,realising I'm in the shit moved to follow my wife to the fridge in the kitchen aiming to quell any outburst after they leave. 'I'll get one for myself while you're at it' Following her out,now out of earshot, "How could you do that?" she whispered, "What if I'd been playing,they'd had caught me" 'I didn't dream they'd come in,it was only because I'd been acclaiming your virtues and I thought they'd just pop up for a pee and piss off,with perhaps just popping their heads round the door to say goodnight to you'

 "Well its all really embarrassing for me,how long do you think they'll hang in there?" 'Offering a bottle wont help,they've had more than usual tonight' "Oh! I guessed as much when they appeared,I hope they don't try any funny business,being they've been drinking" - "You know what I mean,I know your mates,I sometimes wonder what you and they get up too behind my back" Shit I need to change this conversation fast! My wife done it for me as she chirped up again. "Should I get dressed again just in case?" 'No,they'll read that like a book,Just play it by ear' "Okay,but the wine has made me sleepy,I nearly dropped off as you were later than usual" - From the living room, - "You brewing it out there?" In we went with their bottle's.

 A conservation then struck up about various topics that didn't exclude the merits of my wife,which in turn made her flush up somemore,but behind it I knew she secretly sucked up to this flattery. "You carry on,but not to late,I'm snuggling down for a while,I'll be listening mind so be careful what you say"  Gary responded, "If its about you Trish' it'll be all good flattering stuff" "Yeah,I bet! Out of earshot I bet its lewd,I know you bugger's remember" The picture of innocents as they looked at each other and me. "Would we? Would we really think rude things about a mate's wife?" Another blush as she closed her eyes but not her ears. In a while the chat deminished as my wife modified her position. I'd just moved to get another bottle each when as she moved from her side slouch to making her legs less bent towards her ass. her garment slid up her thighs more than it had been.

 A silent nudge by Gary on Bill had not been missed by yours truly and on return I intended to see what had attracted their attention. It became clear as on my return I moved round behind their seats which happened to be opposite my wife, - normally for my benefit regarding any female occupying the settee. There it was before them. Although in shadow,the very tops of my wife's thighs and the lower portion of her belly with some pubic fur was on show although her slit was way hidden down between her legs. I knew she never wore panty's or anything when ready for bed,so it came as no surprise.

 Do I tap her or anything to get it covered or make out I haven't noticed? I make a flash decision, - No pun intended, If she's woken,she'll be totally embarrassed. If I leave her,she'll have no idea she'd flashed anything and I knew the two horny mate's would not tell her at anytime. Again I clocked an awareness in their trouser's though. Dirty sods. What about me? Yeah! I put my hand up for that! All conversation ceased from this point. Then they realised I'd clocked their intregue. Feeling a bit awkward,they both grinned and tried to not keep looking. I spread my hands as if to indicate,be my guest. They did and all. I felt a shit later,about what I done next. I got up and gently eased her clothes up slightly to remove the shaded affect to her charms. They now had a clear view of what she was showing.

 Their trousers reflected their appreciation. Gary,made a squeeze her booby's guesture. I in turn while grinning widely at giving them a chance at seeing my bedtime fun,carefully opened the vee to reveal as much titty as I dared,should my wife wake while I was about doing this devilish exposure of her assets. I indicated that I needed a piss and while lying about this I slunk off to watch their reaction to being left alone with my wife's exposed goodies. I had little time to wait. Watching through the serving hatch, Bill stood and without further ado,while grinning at Gary he cunningly ran a finger over one of my wife's nipples which made it even more prominent under her silky nightdress. Then Gary stood as Bill sat back and in turn touched my wife's naked lower thigh as if to press it open.

 He jerked back to his seat as she moved as though awakening but no! She just moved the top leg up towards the settee rest and her quim was all exposed showing her inner labias tightly stuck to each other and a full on of her pubes. I headed back into the room now. In guilt,they beckoned me to them, "We haven't touched her,she moved like that on her own" 'You're a pair of lucky bastards,if she knew you'd seen that much,she's banish you for life' "FUCK! Don't ever let on,you're a lucky fucker,we'll think of you with her,we'd better fuck off and let you get on with it" I grinned widely as I added, 'See,I told you she's all woman' Gary, "Not half,I know she's your wife and I shouldn't say this,sober I wouldn't,but I'd give a weeks pay for just one night playing mother's and father's with her.

 Punching him on the arm in fun, 'I've got it every night for free,well it took a licence mind' Bill added, 'Yeah! You lucky bastard' We startled as my wife's leg moved and being a bit dumpy she rolled off the settee to get to her feet,in turn showing the back of her clothes high up her ass and the complete ass crack and her puffy pussy's outer vulva peeking from her thigh's. Completely unaware of this display. "I'm off to bed,be quiet when you two leave,its late mind,I need my bed" As she stood partly dopey it seemed,they moved to give her a peck on the cheek. Gary took this opportunity to caress her tit,which she seemed unaware off,while in taking his turn Bill held her closer by holding a cheek of her now covered ass. I had a full beat on as did my horny mate's and Bill's cock must have pressed against my wife's belly as he kissed her. Then they were gone.

 I followed my wife to bed and being late it was not till morning we made love. Within these moment's my wife said, "that was funny last night with those mate's of yours,I dreamt they tried to fondle me" I woke up feeling ever so randy" 'You dirty little bitch,I'll have to keep my eye on you,thinking things like that,it sounds as though you fancy them' "Don't be so ridiculous,its nothing of the sort,I wish I hadn't said anything to you now" Squeezing her tightly, 'If you did,its mutual,they fancy you like mad' Blushing at me, "Don't say that,put it up me again,its making me want you some more"

 Her orgasm was stupendous minutes later. "I only want you silly" I lifted from her and smiling down at her face. 'Me too,but I'm not so sure about them' A tight hug followed that went on forever it seemed.

 Bye. 

My first afterschool lesson came around, it was a monday night and i had to spend two hours there as i did for the next two weeks. Spending two hours a day with a person, regardless who it is, when it's just the two of you, you learn who they are. You learn about them. When the lessons came around, we had inside jokes (which i tried to hide from my classmates as I wanted to appear cool (: ) It came to a point when I actually enjoyed German, I looked forward to it. I didn't realize it at first. I didn't know wether it was because I was getting good at it or because I looked forward to seeing Mrs.XXXX. Every night after our catch up sessions, I came in a gave my mum the brush off to the usual and very annoying question how was your day, to go and lock my self in the bathroom and wank off over her (Not My Mum, Mrs. XXXX (:) She was the first teacher I had a crush on and to be honest I hated it. Mrs.XXXX was always a touchy feely teacher and I didn't want to get a hard on infront of her, it was bad enough that I went red when she looked at me.

It was our final catch up session together and as a teenager spending all that time with her, I got it into my head she had a thing for me too. It happens like that alot when you're a teen. You think every girl that looks at you fancy's you. As a present after finishing all the work i'd missed she gave me a video. As I was leaving, all sorts of thoughts were going through my mind. I held out my hand and said thankyou and she awkwadly gave me a hug, I instantly got a hard on and I guess i didn't have alot of blood going through my brain because I kissed her. Embarresment! Every time i think about that I cringe. She moved away in shock and I immediatly apologised as quick as I lost my erection. I walked out of the classroom and when I got in, I didn't have a wank.

Monday soon came around and It was German second Period, I decided to wag it, as I did for the next week or so. Mrs.XXXX didn't report me as I think she was just as embarresed about what happened as me. But I eventually fell behind again and she had to send a letter home for me to go to even more catch up lessons.

In my next catch up lesson, I had to write up a business letter and translate from the english copy I was given, into, you've guessed it; German. As I was sat at the back of the classroom working. She was still touchy feely with me, still smiled that cheeky smile. And to think of it, she didn't act like that with the other students, well not to the same degree. I finished the business letter in half an hour, I was given two. So the rest of the time I wrote a personal letter to mrs.xxxx. Today, I can't think how I had the balls to do it. I wrote how I wanted her, what I wanted to do to her and finished off by saying it's not fair what you're doing to me. You like me, or altleast you enjoy the fact that I like you. I then left me email address at the bottom.

When I got in I signed onto msn and waited to see if she would add me, or maybe email me, I waited up until three in the morning when I got a pop up saying do you want to add this contact? I clicked yes. She unloaded on me, no, not cum! She told me that her husband ignored her, but doesn't want to hurt him. I understood as much as I could for a 16 year old. She then clicked on my webcam. I sat there not knowing what to do, and not knowing what she was thinking. She then said "I wish you was older, actually, I wish I was younger." We talked for a while about anything other than German. We talked for two and a half hours. I eventually asked her for a picture. I unzipped my flY and began to wank over it. She then asked me what I was doing and I forgot my webcam was on. She asked me if i was masturbating?, and then she said continue before i had a chance to awnser. I moved the webcam down to focus more on my cock and a minute oR two later i cumed all over my laptop screen and onto my webcam. I then signed off and cleaned up without saying goodbye.

The next day came and it was another catch up session. She had brought a irrelevant movie in as an excuse to close the blinds but she couldn't come around to do anything with me, we hardly even spoke. When I got up and was about to leave, i noticed the door was locked. I then took charge by turning around and unzipping my fli. I pulled my trousers and my boxers down. She moved towards me and wrapped her mouth arround my cock as I pushed the back of her head. She gagged but I didn't want her to stop, As I cumed she almost chocked. Cum was running down her chin and I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her falling back on the floor, this time instead of pulling away she stuck her tongue in my mouth. I quickly undressed her as she did me and looking at her naked body. I didn't know which crease to put it in. But I've got to be honest, her body turned me on more than a tight little one has ever done. We threw all her stuff off of her desk and bent her over as i fucked her in the ass. She shouted something out in german and till this day I don't know what it was and i don't really want to. I then layed back as she sat on my face, Her pussy smelt so strong. I usually liked shaved women but every thing i usually looked for was opposite on her and I found it incredibly sexy. I tasted her come in my mouth and didn't swallow. I wanted to taste her for aslong as possible. I licked all over her body tasting her sour sweat but to me it tasted beautiful. She then sat around her desk pretending to mark things as I wanked in her face covering her "documents." She then gave me a tit wank and soon after the clock sounded for five o'clock. She had to go and I was very late already, so she gave me a lift back. I stroked her leg as we drove home. I kept telling her how i wanted to stick my dick in her pussy. I then put my hand down her big pink knickers and finger fucked her, she cumed all over my hand. I put that hand down the front of my trousers and pressed up it up against my dick. At a set of traffic lights she put her hand around mine and i immediatly cummed. She then had to pull onto a side road to clean up. The side road was to a point very quiet. We then shared another kiss. She looked at me like i'd never seen her look at me before. She pulled my trousers down and climed on top. She fucked me so hard, so fast. It was the best lay i'd ever had. I saw to sets off people go by and i'm sure the car shook tremendously.

We never had sex in public again but I stayed behind every day after school. I rushed through my work as quickly as i could and then fucked her every way possible. I havent seen her in a long time but out of all the people i've had sex with, some very beautiful, she was the sexiest!

Hey, add me at msn if you want, tell me what you think... davidmarshallgreene@hotmail.com

"Who was that," I asked.

"Part of my surprise for Saturday," she replied. "Don’t worry you’ll love it."

"If it’s like the last few surprises I’ve received in the last day or so, I’m not so sure," I said.

"Is mom still asleep?" she asked changing the subject.

"Yeah," I answered. I knew she was up to something, but couldn’t tell what. I also knew that if I pressed her too much I’d never find out. I decided to go along with it for now.

"Ok," she said. "Now here’s my plan for Saturday. First off like I said earlier, mom wants to get you drunk and take you to the party on Saturday. Now, I’ll be doing the bartending. Instead of making your drinks with any liquor in them, I’ll make them all virgin. But mom’s will have more in them than she’s used to. She’ll be the one too drunk to resist. But I need you to act like you’re thoroughly soused. That’ll put her off guard, while you stay in full control of your faculties."

"So you want me to be in control, huh?" I asked.

"Yeah, you need to be," she replied. "Then when we get her to Marilyn’s the fun will really start. Be thinking about what you want to have happen to her. I’ll need to know before Friday afternoon."

"Okay," I said. "Oh, by the way, how did it end up with Fred the Fuck machine and your mom this morning?"

"I asked her about that while you were asleep," she said. "It seems that Fred’s control has finally been broken. It took her 3 hours to do it, but he finally came in her pussy. She said that she came right home afterwards, and that was when she caught us. She wanted me to suck his cum out of her hole."

"Did you?" I asked.

"Yeah, a little while after she got home," she answered. "She had climbed up on the bed, and flipped me over. She then lowered her pussy to my mouth just as I was waking up and made me eat her. It was either that or smother. You know he has great tasting cum and so does mom, but together it’s almost so good it’s addictive. I licked her pussy clean just as she came all over me. I wanted to go take a shower to wash it off."

"Did you?" I asked, my cock again starting to twitch and poke out the front of my robe.

"No," she replied looking at my cock. "She held me down and licked her own cum off me before eating me to an orgasm of my own. She has the greatest tongue of any woman I’ve ever felt."

I noted that as she finished this she was licking her lips again. Her eyes were starting to glaze as she moved forward and took my cock in her hand. She began to stroke it while she continued.

"She told me about what I missed while I was busy," she said. "She told me about the four man blow job she did and the cum shower she got when about 10 guys all stood around her and jacked off on her. She also told me about how Angie and Marilyn had gotten her off when they and some of the other girls joined up to lick her clean."

This was really getting to me, as was her stroking on my cock. I felt the head swell after a few minutes more of her monologue of her mother’s sexual conquests and I grunted as I shot a load off onto her hand and the dining room floor. She daintily raised her hand to her mouth and slowly licked my cum off her palm. Looking down she slowly slipped down to the floor in a smooth cat-like motion and with her cute little ass pointed right up at me licked the rest of my cum up off the tile. I just stood there like an idiot. I was too stunned to be anything but aroused.

As the line goes though, the spirit was willing but the flesh was oh so weak. I was still wiped out from all the sex I’d had over the last day and was having trouble standing let alone do anything else. All I could hear was the pounding of the blood in my ears. The few brain cells I had working then were trying to figure out how I hadn’t had a stroke or something yet.

After she’d cleaned up our mess, she stood stretching like a cat and walked naked back to the stairs and out of view. I sat down in one of the dining room chairs and caught my breath. My mind was still whirling from the events of the last 24 hours, and if Anna were any indication it wouldn’t stop soon.

I went into the kitchen to get a quick drink and look over the options for dinner. I decided to surprise my girls by cooking one of my gourmet specialties. I gathered the ingredients and spent the next hour getting the meal together. When I finished I decided to see what was going on. Normally when I’m pottering around in the kitchen one or both will come see what’s up. There’d been no sign of them.

I walked up the stairs to our bedroom and just as I was about to open the door I heard them quietly talking. It took a few seconds to determine what they were discussing but when I did I almost felt my jaw drop off my face.

"So, I’ll talk to Marilyn and get her to drop the robe rules for the playroom, so that anyone entering can be grabbed and raped or whatever then," Donna said. "That way even if he thinks he’s safe your dad will get assaulted by the ladies present."

"That sounds great, mom" Anna said. "I’ll put a roofie in his drink a few minutes before we go downstairs and after it kicks in, he won’t be able to fight or run or anything else."

"Yeah, and if all goes well, he won’t remember it, and we can use the videotape to blackmail anything we want to out of him," Donna purred. "It would be great if Marilyn knows any bi or gay guys to ream him out while he’s out of it. You know that every once in a while he lets me fuck him in the ass with either a strap-on or a dildo. I think that given half a chance your dad could swing either way."

"Like wife, like husband huh?" Anna said.

"Yeah, I’ve always loved a girls tongue in my pussy, almost as much as a cock," Anna said matter of factly. "I’m so glad I got into this group. I’ve had the best sex ever with them."

"I can tell," Anna said. "You’re getting wet again."

"How about a quick 69, while we wait for your dad to finish dinner then?" Donna asked.

"Oh yeah," was the enthusiastic reply.

As I stood there listening to the two of them again have sex, part of my mind was already working on the problem of their plan for me on Saturday. My lovely wife was planning on having me be raped by other men while drugged.

Now let me say this for the record. As I’ve already stated before, I’m not gay. I definitely like the ladies. I have fooled around with the notion of having sex with men in the past. I really like to have my ass done when I’m in the mood and the idea of sucking a cock doesn’t fill me with dread.

I found myself really looking forward to Saturday. I also knew that I was going to have to talk to Anna before then, to plan my own spin on things. I was sure that I’d want to remember what happened and the idea of being drugged out was too much.

With these thoughts finished I opened the door a bare inch and saw the two of them engaged in a hot 69. Donna was on top, as I noticed she liked to when with other women. Anna was the bottom, and she was licking her mom’s snatch for all she was worth. She also had a bright red dildo pumping brutally in and out of her mom’s ass while she munched away.

Donna was really getting into it, with her ass plunging up and down in rhythm to the strokes and swaying her hips left and right as well. They seemed to be perfect together, moving as one sweaty well oiled machine.

I pushed the door open and dropping my robe stroked my now hard cock, into action again. I lined up on Donna’s pussy from behind as I sank onto the bed, and with a fast lurch drove it in. I couldn’t get the penetration I wanted, because I had to leave room for Anna and her dildo. That was fine though as we made a sandwich of her mom and drove her crazy. I noticed that Donna also had a dildo buried in Anna’s pussy and was slipping it in and out ferociously.

I’d like to say that we all came together, but we didn’t. It was a sequence of events though, and none of us lasted too long after the first, Donna; came. She began to hurl and buck back and forth, and she set off Anna. The sight of the two of them, thrashing back and forth, set me off too as I sprayed jizz into Donna’s hotter than hot pussy. The action was so intense and the gyrations of the three of us were so strong that the king-sized bed we were in could take it no longer. With a sudden snap I felt the headboard and frame both give way at the same time. The headboard sprang away into the wall with a faint thud, and the metal frame screeched in protest as the mattress and box springs slammed into the floor.

The fall stunned everyone for a moment and then Anna, being on the bottom, began to flail about to get our combined weight off of her. This was hard to do as the three of us began to giggle uncontrollably once the dust began to settle, and the shocks wore off.

After we’d barely gotten under control again, I announced that dinner was ready. That set the two of them off again and it was some time before we could get up to go down to eat. We all dressed in robes or nightshirts before heading down and the meal was served in an excellent mood of goodwill and love.

After dinner Donna said something about going to call her boss about work, and left Anna and I to do the dishes. This is an activity that she and I have done since she was old enough to stand and hold a plate. It is a great time to talk about the day, or in this case make plans against her mother.

"I heard some of what you and mom were talking about earlier," I said quietly. "Are you going to go through with it?"

"Well I do have a couple of roofies with me from school," she admitted. "I was going to use them on you if you didn’t play ball. As it was, I didn’t need them did I?"

"No, not for me," I said. "But as I recall, your mom has denied the guys in your group access to her ass, is that right?"

"Yeah almost all of them have wanted to, but she wouldn’t let them," she said. "She never really gave a good reason for it either."

"Well here’s a thought," I said. "Why don’t we give it to her, and make her ass the blue plate special on Saturday? We offer up her ass to all comers, so to speak."

"Oh yeah, I love it," Anna said in excitement. "That way she can’t say no again in the future, and the guys can have all she has to offer. We can get Kenny, you know the muscle guy, to fuck her ass with that huge prick of his. I also know that Tommy has always wanted to fuck her ass. And then there’s Fred, I’ve never taken him in the ass before, but he might even give you a run for your money there."

"What about the rest of your mom’s plan?" I asked. "The part about getting me fucked by some of the bi or gay guys Marilyn can find. Do you want to do that also?"

"I don’t know, do you want it?" she asked.

"I won’t say no, but I’m also not sure," I replied. "I’ve always liked it when your mom has played with my ass, or fucked me there with her strap-on, but I don’t know about another guy. As for giving or getting head, I also don’t know."

"Well at least you’re honest about it," she said. "You know, if you were stressed about it, I could always shave a roofie for you and give you a partial dose. It would be enough to relax you, without blanking you out. You’d still be in charge of yourself, but maybe not as uptight."

"That might be ok," I said uncomfortably. "If you can be sure of the dosage."

"Well, I can try it tonight if you like," she said. "That way we can be relatively sure of how it’ll hit you. If you get too much tonight, we can scale back for tomorrow."

"Ok," I said. "I’ll try it, but if it’s too much we go in without it tomorrow, ok?"

"You bet," she assured me. "I’ll put it in a drink later before we go back to bed, and that way we’ll see how much it changes things."

Together we finished the dinner dishes and pots and pans. As we finished Donna came back into the room, with a grin on her face.

"I’ve got great news," she said. "Marilyn is having a party at her house Saturday night and we’re all invited. It should be great fun, what do you think?"

"That sounds like fun," Anna said. "I haven’t seen her for ages."

I almost choked.

"Well before we go to any parties or do anything else tomorrow," I said, "we have to buy a new bed."

That got the three of us laughing and giggling again, as we strode into the family room to watch some quality television, and plan the next days’ schedule. Donna surprised me by putting in a hard core porno tape from our collection. It was a bit odd, sitting there in my robe and slippers watching a fuck movie with my wife and daughter next to me on the couch. They bracketed me on either side and I felt them occasionally move or shift as the action on the screen turned them on.

After a bit, Anna got up to fix us drinks and took our orders while Donna and I sat back to watch the movie. While she was gone, Donna leaned close to me and whispered in my ear. "I love what’s happened today," she whispered. "The two of you look so hot together, I almost cum by just watching."

"Same here," I said. "I need to get a movie of the two of you. I bet it would sell like hot cakes."

"Maybe you’ll get what you want after all," she said cryptically.

Just then Anna returned with the drinks and as she handed me mine, she gave me just the slightest wink. Leaning in, she whispered, "I gave mom some too. I need to see how she’ll react."

I somehow kept from choking on my drink as she said this, and quickly returned to watching the action on the screen. It involved a beautiful brunette and two guys, one in her ass and the other slamming her mouth. As I took my first drink the one in the girls’ ass let go across her cheeks.

I couldn’t taste anything different about the wine, so I drank more. Donna was drinking her favorite, rum and coke, while Anna had a beer. She isn’t quite 21 yet, but I really couldn’t see any reason to bust her for it, what with everything else going on. Donna as usual finished her first drink in record time and Anna got up to mix her another. I drank the wine more slowly and finished about the time Donna had gotten half way done with her second.

I began to feel somewhat loose, as the room seemed to expand ever so slightly. The walls moved apart and the lighting seemed to be brighter. As the effects continued, I noted that it was much like a severe drunk. I felt the few pressures on my mind begin to melt away, until I felt like a god.

Part of my mind was still in control as I watched though. I felt very warm and had to loosen my robe to get comfortable. Looking over at Donna I saw that she’d completely removed her nightgown. She sat there watching the movie, slowly fingering herself. Her skin looked flushed and feverish as she really got into it.

Anna in the meantime was watching us with that calm and analytical look she sometimes gets when working on her homework. I saw her making mental notes as to our behavior and actions. She also removed her clothes to make us both feel more comfortable I think.

She moved over to Donna and placing her hands on her breasts began to slowly massage them and tweak her nipples. This had the desired effect as Donna began to reciprocate. They in turn reached over to me in an unspoken invitation to join them. The almost rational part of my mind could see that Donna was not in control of herself, but the rest of me just didn’t care.

I began by stroking Donna’s legs, knees and thighs. I moved slowly up her thighs to the interior of her hips, just where the legs and vagina come together. This is a very erotic zone for Donna, and I stroked and kneaded very slowly, letting her get the full effect. I’d been doing this for a moment when I noticed that Anna was gone. I looked over at the TV and saw her loading a different tape into the machine. After a few moments I saw that it was a tape of the session in which she’d taken her brother, Sam to a party.

Donna was moaning, by my massage of her thighs and vulva, as I looked back at the screen again. I felt Donna’s cum squirt over the back of my hands as I saw Anna’s pussy slowly engulf Sam’s big cock on the screen. It was easier to hold on as Donna came. It was as powerful as past orgasms, but her muscular control was off, so it wasn’t as violent.

She came down from the high of the orgasm, but looking into her eyes, all I saw was hunger for more. At this point Anna walked back into view. I’d somehow lost track of her, in the mental haze and saw that she’d donned her mother’s strap-on. She smiled wickedly at me as she turned and prodded Donna onto her face and shoulders, with her ass high in the air. Anna slowly rubbed lube on the head of the strap-on and pushed the nub of it into her own pussy. Leaning over, she probed her mom’s ass with a delicate index finger generously coated in lube.

"When I’m done with her, you’re next," she said to me.

Donna had meanwhile squirmed around on the couch and placed her head next to my lap. Using only her teeth, she grabbed and untied my robe. Spreading it apart with her face she leaned in and began to slowly give me head. I heard and felt her grunt as Anna shoved the strap-on into her with a series of short jabs. As this happened Donna was ever so slowly licking my shaft from base to head, and swirled it with her tongue.

As I’ve stated before, Donna is a cock-sucking genius. Her mouth, tongue, and teeth all come into play. The drug might have robbed her of some of her gross motor control, but there was nothing wrong with her mouth. She alternated between low and high pressure on my cock, sucking and licking at various speeds. Just as I began to feel like I was losing it, she reached over and grabbed my balls and squeezed to hold me off. This was one of her slow, blowjobs. Running on instinct alone, she was giving me her very best.

The drug in the wine allowed me to feel all the sensations, but it also kept me in the flow of things very well. The rational part of me, remarked on her technique, while the rest of me just enjoyed it. This was while Anna was fucking her ass with deliberation. She used all of her athletic prowess to move and groove it on. She alternated pace, depth, and direction, all the while Donna was groaning around my cock head.

Donna had another huge orgasm, as Anna piled into her, and as before, she came hard, but without the furniture destroying force I’m used to. Donna pulled her mouth away from my cock and moaned her pleasure in a string of unintelligent sounds and pieces of words.

"Now it’s daddy’s turn," Anna said with an evil grin.

I turned around away from her with my ass in the air, as her mother had done. Donna shifted along with me to keep my cock in her mouth. Anna repeated her careful lubing procedure, and ever so slowly began to insert the rubber dick into my ass. I was definitely in the mood. Whether it was the topic and time I’d had to think about it, or the drug, I couldn’t be sure.

It felt like forever until she bottomed out the phallus in my rectum. My anal muscles, while they hadn’t gotten as much as workout as Donna’s usually did, were ready for all she could give. While she butt fucked me, she reached around and gently pulled and stroked my balls. I could feel her mother’s delicate tongue reaching past me to lick Anna’s sweet pussy every time she pushed in.

It got to the point where the sensations began to merge. I think that it was some aspect of the drug, but at this point I didn’t care. I couldn’t tell what was turning me on more. The mouth expertly milking my cock, the hand gently playing with my sac, the rubber dick in my ass or the sight of my son slamming his huge cock into his sister’s gushing pussy, on the TV. I couldn’t differentiate between them anymore. All I felt was a gentle peace, and the beginnings of the most powerful orgasm of my life.

Suddenly I could take no more. I shot my load into Donna’s ever cum hungry mouth. Anna also seemed to sense what was happening and pulled away. I know that I couldn’t have shot too much, drained as I was from the events of the last days, but I felt as if I was cumming forever. I looked at the screen to see Anna slowly licking her own cum, from her brother’s immense cock.

When I was spent I felt slightly more clear-headed and turned again to focus on the screen. I saw that someone had chained Sam to the altar, and the other women present were having their way with him. I saw his strain against his bonds, with his immense strength and saw with some satisfaction one of them tear away. This seemed to drive the crowd wild as they surged in and held him down with their beautiful naked bodies. Everywhere I looked I saw beautiful women licking, stroking, kissing or sucking at some bit of exposed flesh. The sensations he experienced must have been as unbelievable as the orgasm I’d just had.

I continued to watch Sam’s activities on the screen. Donna was lying there content as a kitten with her mouth full of cum, while Anna took a break. Anna and I watched Donna start to slowly stroke her pussy with one hand, while pulling at her nipples with the other. She appeared to be transfixed by the occurrences taking place on the screen.

After watching Sam take all cummers for about a half-hour, Anna again reached over to pull gently on my pud. It didn’t take long with her help to get it really hard again. She had retained the strap-on and was again lubing it up for action.

"I want to fuck mom in the ass, while you do me in mine," she whispered.

I grinned an affirmative while she again lubed up her mom’s asshole. Donna was feeling no pain, and while greatly robbed of her motor control, was more than compliant. She was like a living doll. We could pose and move her anyway we wanted. Her willpower was also greatly diminished and she let us do anything we wanted with her.

Anna, finishing up the anal lube, slowly inserted the strap-on’s plastic head into Donna’s shiny rectum. This time Anna was going for a more seductive, slow and pleasurable fuck. She stroked in and out for several minutes while I cranked on my cock and lubed it as well.

I climbed up behind the two of them. Donna was on the bottom, while Anna was doing a kind of doggy-style while standing on her knees. Anna leaned forward and using that phenomenal body of hers, levered herself between us. I held part of her weight with an arm around her belly, while the rest was balanced on her mom’s ass. I took a page from her book, and ever so slowly entered her ass.

As usual while in my home away from home, I stroked and pushed and pulled. After a short time Anna and I got into a complicated rhythm, me pushing in her, while she pulled out of her mom. We played around with the order, and frequency. At this point no words were spoken, the only sounds were the grunting of Donna, the sighs of Anna and my own feverish panting.

I could feel a change coming soon, however as I felt both Donna and Anna begin to ever so slightly speed up. Anna was becoming more vocal the more she moved and Donna was grunting like a stuck sow. I watched a fine trickle of sweat bead up and begin to flow down Anna’s back, near her hairline. As it moved further down, it picked up more, and it increased speed. Before it could disappear into the crack of her ass, I leaned in and licked it off the middle of her spine.

It was like lighting a rocket. Anna began to thrash and buck like she always does in the throes of an intense orgasm. This must have been the catalyst for Donna as well, as she joined her little girl. The two of them began to shake the bed, the frame and me like I was hardly there. I heard more creaking and snapping as the remains of the bed began to break under the combined force of their orgasms. I held on for dear life, I was determined to see this through to the end, and not fake one, or shoot anywhere else.

I barely rode the two of them through that orgasm, and as I continued to plow her ass, also rode through two more each of both Anna and Donna. With each jolt I was losing my grip on the sweaty little darlings and it was much harder to continue on. I saw Anna become drenched with sweat and cum, and I still continued on.

After an in determinate time later, I felt the familiar twinge in the head of my rod, and began to really pump it to her. Anna had as I watched also continued to match me thrust for thrust in her mom’s ass. For every bump or grind I gave her, she passed it on to Donna.

"Oh shit baby," I screamed, "here it comes." I said this as I again flooded her ass with my cum. This again had a trickle down effect as the two women beneath me also came incredibly hard. We moved as if we were one large animal joined at the ass. As this occurred I again heard snapping and breaking, this time from within the mattress itself.

The sights I saw were incredible. Here were the two loveliest women in town, covered in sweat, cum and shit, lying in the remains of a 5 year old king sized mattress. The smashed and splintered headboard partially sticking out of the wall, and the three of us lying there like the dead. The room was suffused with the odor of our sweat, mixed with the scents of semen, girl cum, and shit.

The tape had continued on without us. I looked over and barely registered that both Marilyn and Angie were administering to Sam. While one of them rode his mustache, the other rode his huge cock. I looked at the screen and felt a brief pang of jealousy that he was so much more endowed than I was. His cock was almost twice my girth and half again my length. It was no wonder that the women on the tape had worshipped him as they had. He could give any of the men in Mariyln’s group a run for their money on length alone.

Angie was throwing herself up and down on it like a pogo stick, smashing herself brutally upon the head and shaft. He met the challenge well, and was obviously doing well with his mouth. As Marilyn was also jumping and screaming like a wild woman.

I took all this in, as I lay there panting for breath. Donna was also sucking wind like a bellows. Little Anna, in much better shape; didn’t require anywhere near as long to recover, and was soon nestled between Donna’s and my laps. She alternated licking and sucking either of us, eating her own shit and slurping her mom’s pussy. The combination of all the sex, the alcohol, and the roofie was too much and I felt myself drift off into a hazy sense of dreamland, where reality and fantasy merged. Some point after that I lost consciousness.

If I dreamed, I can’t remember it. I awoke feeling a bit out of it, with what felt like a mild hangover. I recognized that what had woken me up was a broken spring protruding from the mattress. I looked about the bed and saw that it looked much as if a truck had run it over. The headboard was in three pieces, one of which was sticking in the wall. The frame, box springs and mattress were lying flat on the floor. The mattress on which I lie, was pointed up in several places and I could see spots where the springs were piercing the sheet.

Donna and I were alone in the bed, Anna having left at some point. I gently prodded Donna, with no affect. I tried again with more force, and with the same result. I could hear her snoring softly and after several more unsuccessful attempts, gave up. I slipped out from under the covers, and staggered into the bathroom for a piss, and shower. The hot water served to clear my head well and by the time I was done, felt as if I could begin to face the day. I put on a robe and my warmest slippers and after looking in on Donna moved down the hall.

I followed my nose downstairs to the kitchen and discovered that Anna had again cooked a great breakfast. She stood at the range naked except for an apron. As I entered she heard me, and turned to give me a quick kiss before pointing to the coffeepot. That was the best news I’d had all morning. I made my customary cup and sighed into a chair.

After a few moments Anna finished what she was doing and plating the meal up swished her way towards me.

"Not anymore now, please baby," I said groaning. "I think it’ll fall off if I do anything with it right now."

"Yeah, I know," she said. "I feeling a little whipped myself right now. How’d you sleep?"

"I slept fine," I replied. " I have a bit of a hangover though."

"Yeah some people react that way," she said. "It’s a chemistry thing. I’ve taken it before and do okay, and I hope that mom will be the same."

"She was still out of it, when I came down," I told her.

"She’ll probably sleep for a while longer," she said. "It’s a good thing though, the longer she sleeps the lower the chances of a hangover, and the less she’ll feel it."

"So after I passed out last night, what did you do?" I asked.

"Not much", she replied. "Mom was pretty much out of it, but she stayed awake. We just watched the movie some more, and I had her lick me for a while. About an hour after you passed out, she did too."

"So you’re going to have to watch how much roofie you give her tonight then," I said.

"Yeah, I’ll give her what I gave you, maybe a little less," she said. "I definitely will keep the alcohol away from you both tonight. I think that’s what did you both in. I think that if we do the same amount without the booze you should do fine. Do you want to do any tonight?"

"I don’t know, it seems ok," I said. "Let me think about it, and I’ll let you know."

"Fair enough," she answered. "So what’s your plan for today?"

"I think that I need to go bed shopping," I said. "Do you want to go with me?"

"I think that would be great, let me get cleaned up and check on mom," she said standing up. She turned and with a bit of a spin untied the apron and threw it at my head. She laughed and pinched her nipples, and ran from the room.

After my pulse slowed down I got a refill on the coffee and went back upstairs to dress. As I was pulling on my shoes, Anna entered the room, and bent over her mom to check her out. She was dressed in the tightest bell-bottom, hip hugging jeans I’d ever seen. She had topped this off with a mid-riff baring mini-shirt and a wide belt. The pants rode so low on her hips that if you looked closely enough you could see just the barest hint of muff hair at the top. She wore some flat sandals, and bright yellow sunglasses.

"Are you ready dad?" she asked.

I had to take a breath or two before I could answer. She was stunning. Her high, firm breasts were held up with a small lacy bra that was clearly visible through the scoop neck of the shirt. She stood with her legs ever so slightly spread in a very provocative yet natural pose. The effect took my breath away a moment.

"Yeah," was the only thing my punchy head could come up with in response.

We left her mom still sleeping on the ruined bed, and went downstairs and out to the garage. We piled into my large truck and pulled out onto the road. We discussed the merits of several bed designs as we drove downtown. I favored the normal and old fashioned style like the one I had. She reminded me that not only was it not the best bed for me, but that our combined energy had been sufficient to destroy the one we’d had.

We dickered like this back and forth through a couple of the chain stores before coming to a smaller and more expensive place in the center of town. I’d driven past a few times before and had heard the radio ads, but had never really thought much about it. We pulled up and still discussing the pros and cons, stepped into the place.

They had an impressive selection, of spring mattress types, water beds and the new foam types. We looked about for several moments before a salesman approached. He was a white guy in his early 20’s with a slight build, red hair, and his clothes while clean were, a bit ratty. He stopped a few paces away and I could see him drinking in Anna.

She had her back turned to him, and I was pretending to look at something else. He stared at her ass and moved up from there. His eyes lingered on the shapely swell of her ass cheeks and then moved up to the partially revealed turn of her right breast. I could see his face flush as he stood there, and felt on top of the world. I knew that she was mine. She finished her turn and caught the barest glimpse of him before he faked a cough and introduced himself.

She smiled her most beguiling smile and they began to discuss our mattress needs.

"I think we need a large bed," she said innocently. "Something with a lot of room to move around in. We also need something strong, able to really take a pounding."

Her words hit this guy like a club. He was trying to make a sale and she was both enchanting him with her eyes and figure and making him hard as rock with her words. It got to the point where after a few minutes I couldn’t take any more and left them to work it out. I went to the restroom for a piss and laugh.

I came back from the restroom and found them over at the foam bed mattresses. She was sitting on the very edge of the bed while he stood over and in front of her. With only a little more effort she could lean in and blow him right there. I looked around the showroom and as it was early Saturday morning saw no one else. He had evidently been picked to open for the day and there weren’t any more salesmen in the place.

I stopped where I was and watched the proceedings with some interest. She was speaking again and I could just make out what they were saying.

"I really like this kind of bed, but its just so expensive," she pleaded. "I’d really like to have one like it, but I’m sure that my daddy will say no, when he finds out how much it is. Is there any way you could take anything off the price for me?" She said this as she ever so lightly brushed the bulging front of his slacks with her fingernails.

"I uh, think that maybe we have a sale on them," he stammered. "I’d have to check," he said while I saw the wheels in his head turning. He was caught between the chances of nailing this incredibly hot girl, and the fear of being caught by a customer, or another employee.

"I think that I can make you think about it a bit better," she said as the shameless little bitch reached up and slowly pulled his zipper down.

His brain was locked, as I think anyone else’s would be in the same circumstances. He was paralyzed as her small deft hand reached into his pants and pulled his hardening cock out. He started to swivel his head left and right looking around to see if anyone was approaching.

"What if your dad, comes back?" he grunted.

"He’s taking a shit, he’ll be a while yet," she said looking up into his eyes. "I can make you feel great if you let me, but I do want a deal on this first."

"Sure, anything you want," he said thrusting his cock at her mouth.

"How about 30% off the sale price," she said right before slowly licking his glans.

"I don’t know if I can do that," he moaned.

"I’m sure you can figure something out," she whispered to him as she took the head into her mouth and sucked ever so lightly.

He started to shudder as she plied her trade on him. I watched, from the distance a bit envious, but knowing that I’d get more of her later. She worked him up with all the skill her mother and she both had. Having been there and gotten that, I could tell that he was going to have a rough time explaining this to his boss. She used her mouth, lips, tongue and hands to really work him over.

Every so often she’d stop and work the deal as well. By the time he was ready to shoot, she had him down to half off the sale price, with us taking one with us when we left. He’d given her an extended warranty, and offered free setup as well.

She took her mouth off him as he began to cum and the semen shot out and arced across the intervening space to land on her chest between her tits. He shuddered through the rest of his orgasm and watched with bulging eyes, as she reached into the scoop neck of the shirt and collected his sperm on her fingertips. She ever so slowly and seductively licked them clean, as she used her other hand to pull her breasts from her bra and smear them with some of the runoff.

I’d never seen anyone so young, look so much like he’d have a heart attack. He just stood there rooted to the spot, transfixed by the image. I think I was too, until I heard the front bell ring indicating someone’s entry. I looked back over my shoulder and saw two people obviously dressed as salesmen walking into the store, talking and drinking coffee.

I coughed loudly to draw their attention and signal to Anna. I moved over towards them and began to converse, after a minute or two Anna and the young man came out of the other showroom, and moved over to the sales counter. I saw this and making my excuses moved over to pay for the bed and get directions to where their loading dock was.

Anna stood there looking normal but a bit smug. The young fellow had recovered some from what he’d just experienced, but still looked a bit flushed and disarrayed. He quickly stammered through the finishing details, price and instructions to the dock. His fellow salesmen checked Anna out in passing and I saw the smirk on Anna’s face get bigger as she saw them as well.

As we finished I couldn’t resist what I said next. It was just so appropriate, and I thought that if I didn’t the day would be wasted.

"Anna honey," I said looking at her chest, "you missed a little."

She just laughed and reached up to her chest and brushed an imaginary speck of cum from it, before putting her finger back into her mouth and slowly licking it. This while the poor sales guy stood there about to pass out from shock and surprise.

Anna and I were still giggling like crazy as we left the store for my truck. She really cracked up and was rolling after she sat down in the passenger seat. I thought she’d piss herself the way she was carrying on. She didn’t calm down until I’d backed up to the loading dock and between the dock boy, and myself had half loaded the mattress and frame into my truck bed. After we strapped the whole thing down, we drove away, Anna still holding her sides.

When we got home we unloaded the bed and frame, and left it propped up against the front of the garage, and then went inside to pull down the remains of our old bed. I was pleased to see that Donna had gotten out and was finishing her breakfast as we entered. She was none the worse for wear and apologized for drinking so much the night before, that she couldn’t remember much of the night’s happenings. I made some excuse and with Anna following made short work of tossing the old bed out the second story window into the back yard.

Together we manhandled the other bed into the room and after about an hour had it up and ready for use. Donna had slipped new sheets onto it, and was fluffing the pillows when I stripped my clothes off and laid down in the middle.

"I think we need to christen this properly don’t you?" I asked. I didn’t have to ask twice as I was shortly wrapped around the two of them, hands and mouths searching out each other’s pleasure. I lay back and received a fantastic double barrel blowjob from the two of them.

Anna was concentrating on the shaft and my balls, while Donna worked the tip. They’d come to an unspoken agreement to make me last as long as they could. Which for the two of them, was quite a while. I was helpless to do anything but close my eyes and try to remember how to breathe. After a time I couldn’t begin to measure, I shot a load up and out, under strong pressure from Anna’s left hand. The two of them contentedly began to lap up my jism and tongue kiss to swirl it between them.

They followed this up by lying side to side and fondling each other’s tits and pussies. I just leaned back and enjoyed the show. After a few minutes of this they moved head to tail and began to lap each other’s pussies. Anna delicately and deliberately exploring her mom’s snatch, while Donna just dove in, licking, slurping and nibbling to beat the band.

I watched them cruise through two more orgasms each. They had their customary hard cums and while they thrashed as much as they always did the bed took it like a trooper. Except for the comfort of it, I might as well have been on the floor as much as it moved. I nodded off and caught a nap while they continued.

Mary then said loud enough for all to hear "I just sucked off some black cock in back, now who was it?". Nobody said a thing, except the other woman who was totally offended, and walked out the door. Mary smiled at this, and then she totally scared me by what she said next. "I just blew a black guy in a booth, and I do not know which of you it was. I loved it, and I am going back there now, and I want another black cock to suck, so one of you boys had better follow me and feed me your dick!". Oh my God I thought, and said very loudly "Mary, come on. Let's get out of here now!". The boys looked at me, and laughed as she started to walk down the hallway. Following her were 5 guys now, and they were all black and making crude comments about my lovely wife. I felt like shit, and I knew there was nothing I could do.

I started to walk down the hall too, and I was only hoping that I could either talk some sense into her, or try to keep her safe. As I approached the group of guys, there were only three standing there looking into one of the booths. Mary and two other black guys were not to be seen, but I knew where to find them. As I got close enough to the booth, I looked in, and there they were. My wife was on her knees and these two guys had their dicks out and were taking turns in her mouth. They had only begun of course, and were not fully hard by any means, but their dicks were bigger than mine already. The other three guys commented to me that "the bitch wants cock, then cock she is gonna get!".

I watched as she continued to suck these two black guys, and they were now starting to get hard. They began to increase the pace of the face fucking of Mary, and were also calling her names like "nigger slut", "whore" and other names. I watched this go on for a couple more minutes, and was getting aroused, even though I knew I should not be. One of the guys she was sucking, suddenly backed off, and went to her back, and started to lift her up. The other guys shouted encouragement to him, and another guy started to walk to her face, and pull out his cock. It was obvious to all, that she was about to get a black dick up her cunt, or ass. Mary knew what was happening too, and stopped sucking and said "no guys, just feed my face your cock. My pussy has been used already, and is too sore. I just want to blow you all off, okay?". The guys looked at each other, smirked again, and started to laugh. Mary looked around a bit, and now she realized the trouble she was in. The guy at her back, slapped her ass through her clothes, then with one quick movement had her skirt and panties around her ankles. Mary looked back, and said again "no, just my mouth, take that or leave it!". She thought she could control the action.....but was she wrong.

The guy behind her, said "shut up whore, and suck that cock. I am fucking you, and so is anyone else who wants to here. You slut asked for some black cock, and you will get your fill plus some.". They laughed again, and the guy at her face grabbed her hair and forced her face full of his dick again. I wanted to step in and help, but there was nothing I could do against all these guys. Plus, she did deserve this, and as terrible as it sounds, I was enjoying watching my wife being taken by these guys.

At this point, Mary realized she was helpless, and she was going to be used no matter what, so I think she decided that she may as well make the most of this, and try to enjoy it. She began to bob on the black cock in her mouth as the dude behind her gave a little push, sighed a bit and said "here it is bitch". He gave a push, Mary lunched forward and had the cock in her mouth forced deep down her throat. It was obvious to all that she had a cock shoved up her cunt...and her eyes rolled in her head, and a moan escaped her lips. She was loving this, and the cock in her mouth sensed that. He started saying "Slut is liking that...swallow the whole dick..yeah". Mary was deep throating him as she was getting pumped. The other guy with his dick out said to the other guy..."give me some of that". They switched and his cock was soon devoured by Mary. The guy going at her cunt started to really fuck her now...and the guys were giving him encouragement all the way.."FUCK her hard, slam her, pound that white pussy". Mary was in heaven with a black cock in her cunt, mouth, one at her cheek, and two more waiting.

The guy fucking her said he was gonna cum and plowed her deep and held it there. He was filling her cunt with his cum...he then gave it two strokes before pulling out. He started to walk by Mary, and said "next in line for the pussy?". The guy by her cheek ran to it, and Mary quickly gave the spent lover a quick lick on his sticky dick. This got his attention, and he said some nasty things like "cum sucker, lick the sticky dick" etc and rammed his semi hard cock in her mouth. He grabbed her head and forced her all the way down it. The guys were liking this...and the two in the hallway now were stroking their dicks waiting a turn at my lovely wife.

The guy behind started gripping about her being too sloppy and loose because of the other guy, and they continued to laugh about this as he started to leave the room. Another one took his place at Mary's face and proceeded to tell her to suck him deep. Mary looked at him, smirked a bit and said "hard to suck that deep, it is too small!". I almost died.....

He called her a skank, and then grabbed her by the ears and began to face fuck her like crazy. He was burying his cock balls deep and kept on saying things like "slut, bitch, whore" to her. She was driving him crazy with her mouth and comments she had said. He jerked a bit, gave a deep thrust, and moaned "I am FUCKING CUMMING". He proceeded to fill her throat with a load that started to come out the corners of her lips. She gargled it a bit, and he pulled out with a plop. This guy looked totally dumbfounded...and said "I cannot believe I came already. I am not done with this white bitch". he then told the guy dicking her to move aside, he wanted some of that now. The guy was cool about it, and just said "fine, I want some more of that throat anyway". He walked up in front with his glistening cock. It was full of Mary's cum and the other guy's too. He started to tell her to "suck it bitc...." but she beat him to it as she gobbled it up right away. The guys laughed at how quick she was at swallowing a big black cock. The guy behind her said something about "too small and going deep" that I could not understand. I saw Mary lunch forward, grimace as if in pain, and the guy behind her say "that is DEEP IN YOUR ASS THOUGH", and I realized he was ass fucking her. Mary is not for anal sex much, but this was not her call.

He started pounding her ass, and the guy in her mouth was holding her head firm around his dick. The look on her face could tell that she was in pain and did not like this, but what could she do? The guys were getting off on this, and soon the ass fucker and her blowjob buddy were both cumming at the same time. Her ass was getting a load of cum, and the guy in her mouth pulled out and sprayed her face. The first couple shots went all over her face, then she got her mouth in the right spot and had the rest of the load shot in her waiting throat. The guy behind her gave a hard slap on the ass. and said "FUCKING NICE BITCH, NOW THERE ARE TWO MORE BROS THAT WANT YOU". He was right, two more guys were left, and their dicks were out, and fucking HUGE.

Mary took a good look at them, and knew what she wanted. She told them "face and pussy now. Switch places often, and fuck me good". They looked at each other as if deciding who was gonna start where, and soon they each took a spot. Mary was on all fours, and just as quick as could be, a cock was sliding down her throat and up her cunt. The other guys were staying to watch, and the show was pretty impressive. Mary was moaning like hell, and the guys were fucking in perfect unison. As one cock was deep in her throat, the other one was being buried in her cunt at the same time. She was cumming like crazy and the guys knew she was theirs for the taking. They switched places a couple of times, and would feed her a sticky dick each time they did. Mary said something about "I love sticky black cocks" which they all loved hearing, but was obvious. This went on for about 10-15 minutes, and the guys were ready to cum. They both went up to her face, told her "ON YOUR KNEES" which she did, and they started stroking their cocks. Mary kept on flicking her tongue out and trying to suck the cocks, but soon they started cumming. First one came, and she tried to swallow it, then the other. She never had a chance to be able to swallow the cum of both, and her face was covered. Once the guys were done cumming, she licked her lips and got as much of the cum as she could. Then the guys began rubbing their dicks on her face and feeding her the used cum that way. I could not believe my wife had just taken on 5 Big Black Cocks, and was still on her knees licking cum covered cocks like she was ready for more.

That was the moment I knew I lost her to black meat.........

For a moment, I thought he was going to cry and I knew I was becoming wetter. Brad was tied in a spreadeagled position on the dining room table, tied so firmly, he could hardly move and his head hung almost over one end. It was a table that sat sixteen people so it was admirably long enough for Brad's long frame. I loved the way his taut muscles flexed and moved in his restraints.

I, of course, was fully clothed, although I had removed my knickers earlier so I could push his hungry tongue against my sex for my first orgasm.

That of course was the game.

The rules were simple. Brad was to give me three orgasms before he could enjoy one and that meant hours of delicious teasing, of denying him over and over again.

I stroked his straining cock lightly with my forefinger. 'I've only had two orgasms, Brad,' I whispered in his ear, 'only two. You know the rules. I must have another before I slip my little hand around your big fat cock and pull it until it spurts!'

'Noooo,' he moaned, the image driving him insane and I giggled. 'Charlotte,' he said desperately, his blue eyes wide and pleading, 'let me lick you again. Now! Please.'

'Lick me?' I asked innocently, tracing his nipple with my fingernail. 'You licked me for the first orgasm. When was that?' I asked, pretending to think. 'Yes, that was this morning, before I fed you lunch. I was silly wasn't I? Spilling your yoghurt on your stomach. Of course,' I said mischievously, 'I just had to lick it up.'
Brad groaned at the memory and I giggled again.

'So,' I said, counting off on my fingers, 'one orgasm from licking and then you held the vibrator in your mouth while I used it. That was fun, wasn't it darling?'

It had been fun for me but not for him, holding the quivering vibrator tightly in his mouth while I slid it in and out, fingers caressing my clit, knowing my wet kitty entirely filled poor Brad's vision.

Another groan and I breathed lightly on his red and quivering cock.

'Just one more, Charlotte,' he whispered, 'let me lick you again. You like it, you know you do! Please!'

'But I'm a tiny bit sore,' I pouted. 'My bits are a little tender.'

'I'll be gentle, I will, I really will. Please,' he pleaded.

'Will you?'

'Yes! I will, I really will.'

'I don't know. Perhaps there's another way? I could, for example, climb on you and slide my warm kitty down onto your cock and fuck you?' I batted my eyes innocently at him and his body shuddered as he groaned, a look of pure anguish flitting over his face.

'But,' I said, 'you'd probably spurt before I could come. That would be breaking the rules of the game, darling. That's not cricket!'

'Charlotte,' he whimpered, 'please...'

'What darling?'

'Please let me come. It's been five hours...I can't stand it...'

'A big strong man like you? I think you're trying to fool me.'

'Please! God almighty, please!'

'But the rules of the game were three for me and one for you.'

'Fuck the game! Fuck the rules! Just let me come. Please, darling...'

I picked up the feather and slowly tickled the head of his pulsing cock. 'I don't know,' I said pretending to be concerned, 'rules are important in life. We would have chaos without...'

'Charlotte! Please! I'll do anything if...'

'Did you say you would do anything, darling?' I asked sweetly, feather tickling his bald balls. I had removed all his pubic hair in the first hour of the teasing session and I knew he was now extra sensitive.

'Anything!' Brad croaked, staring wildly at me, 'anything at all.'

'There is something I want,' I said hesitantly and he eagerly looked at me.

'What? You can have it, I don't care what it is!'

'Are you sure?' I said doubtfully.

'Yes! Yes! Anything! What is it?'

I smiled and leaned close so he could peek down my blouse before I whispered in his ear, 'I want that you don't come for two days.'

He looked at me, so stricken with horror that I couldn't help myself and laughed softly. 'You said anything,' I whispered, running my fingers down his bare chest. 'You said anything at all and that's what I want. Oh, poor baby, don't cry.'

END
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"So, you want to lower your sex drive then?" she asked me. "Yes." I said, her legs still keeping my attention. "Okay, no more mirapex first of all, we will find something else for the RLS." she said and got up to look at her book shelf. She pulled down a book and sat there her legs crossed looking thru it. "Yes, we can use this one, it should help, but I don't know what we will do about the sex drive you had before the mirapex. Tell me, how often before yu began taking it, did you need sex?" "Twice a day at least." I said. "My goodness, that is wild." she said leaning forward, her blouse buttoned up just enough to say, "Here is cleavage." "What is going on right now, in your mind?" she asked. "Well, that you have a great body and that you are teasing me with your cleavage, showing off for me so I wil get hot, well, I was hot when I came in." I said. "You think I am trying to make you hot?" she said. "Yes." I said looking at her. "Why would I do that to a patient?" she said. "I don't know but you are, admit it." I cried out.

She got up and came o the couch and sat next to me, "PLease calm down, please." she said putting her arm over my shoulder. I pushed her down on the couch and took off my clothes and then moved her skirt up and buried my face in her pussy making her begin to struggle. She pushed me off her and I fell across the table breaking it. I sat there on the floor, naked and my pussy throbbing. A table leg had broken of and the end was rounded and I grabbed it and shoved it into my pussy, falling back and fucking mself with it hard. Orgasms shook my naked body, "Oh yeh, oh fuck yes, yes, another, oh damn help me, please help me." I begged. She st there and moved and took the leg and began moving it for me. I laid back and pulled my hair as it drove me to another orgasm. I was laying there trying to get my mind to stop spinning and looked at her, "I will help." she said and took off her blouse and bra and revealed a wonderful pair of tanned tits. Then her skirt and panties came off and she began suckin my tits. I moved to her closer and took her leg between my legs and began humping her leg and soon soaked it.

She was kissing me gently but I wanted to be fucked, not made love to. "Either fuck me or get someone that can." I told her. "Okay, I will get some help." she said and picked up the phone. "Tara, call Ben and Justin downstairs, yes, tell them I need some help in the office and then let them right in." She hung up and continued to kiss me but I grabbed her hand and told her to finger me. She did until there was a knock at the door and it opened. Two great looking men were there, they were workers of some kind in the building. Tara closed the door and they came in. "Well guys, Teresa here needs some good raw sex, how about it?" THey undressed and I saw two of the biggest cocks I had ever seen on men, "Oh yeh," I drooled I know and took one in my mouth and began sucking him down. I laid down and spread my legs, "You can fuck me while I am sucking." I told him. Over and over I fucked them and soon was totally worn out sweating on the floor.

"Okay, give her the shot now." Carol said. A needlee stuck me and I felt warm all over and then fingers were in me again, getting me hotter again. There were more men there now, all naked, one was now fucking Carol. She had the look of an animal on her face. We were bent over two footstols and were sucking and being fucked my several men. Later that night Tara laid with us in med, all three of us exhausted from the sex we had that day. I kissed her, "So what happened?" I said. "Well, dear, I came into the job to try to find a cure for Tara and myself. I think the only cure is sex, as much as I can get." she said licking my nipples making my body respond yet again. Tara joined in again and I went home the next day, no mirapex anymore but still a happy nympho. As I have said before, I need all I can get.

    Barely had the red planet exited the portside viewing window when a discernible vibration became evident towards the rear of the cavernous interior. With practiced dexterity, Yalgon passed his hand across the transparent shield immediately to the right of the cloaking-crystal, his thumb and sixth finger spanning their normal one-eighty degree coverage. Almost immediately the skeletal structure of the craft in technical cross-section, appeared on-screen in sharp image, white outline against blue background. A second pass of Yalgon’s hand displayed what may have been a lower deck. Towards the rear, surrounded by an intricacy of fabricated structural-metal framework, a circular disc appeared to be glowing a blood red color.

 Nothing comes close to that feeling of her cum covering my cock as she climaxes, screaming in a moan that drives me over the edge and lets me fill her up with my cum... WOW.... Back to the present.... I'm sitting here, so hard just thinking about that feeling which is really not helping my current situation.

I'm sitting on the couch across from who Natalie and I have agreed will be our new babysitter.... Elle. My cock is standing to attention watching my wife walk towards me in the dress I just bought her... The one that she can't wear a bra with because the back plunges too low... Good planning on my part, I must say. It's slightly cold in the room and I can see her little nipples poking their way through, which drives me wild. What I described just before was what happened when she put that dress on only 45 minutes, ago... I couldn't possibly help myself... I threw her down on the bed, pulled the shoulders of her dress off and sucked on those beautiful nipples before sinking deep inside her.... So wet.... Bah! I've done it again.... Back to the present....

So Elle.... Elle is a 16 year old, who could seriously only be described as stunning. I've always liked younger women but I really don't think that is swaying my judgement too badly! And I've never been so turned on by such a young girl! Normally I consider young to be earlier twenties, but Elle... Elle is something else...  She has a perfect figure, skinny, but not gaunt, a cheeky and sexy cute smile, the big green eyes that scream innocence but all the while drive you crazy, the hair even in those pig tails, legs that go aaalllll the way up to a pretty little flower skirt that she's wearing, and a tiny little white top. I swear I can make out her nipples but am feeling guilty even thinking about it. Stunning. I've known her for about a year now and we've always got on quite well. She's a neighbourhood kid who always seems very keen to meet me at my front gate and tell me about her day and the problems that go with being in Year 10. I've noticed her looking more and more amazing in the past few months, as she has filled out her bra (if she was wearing one!) and really started to notice her own sexuality. Wearing more revealing outfits, which I'm sure drive all her school friends wild. But here she is sitting across from me and as I'm thinking all this I notice my eyes have focussed on her crotch where I swear I can make out the very centre little triangle of her white cotton panties. I swear I can see them, just a tiny little bit! The thought of the treasures hidden  All of a sudden I feel my wife sit down next  to me, jolting back to reality. I shoot my eyes back to Elle's and notice that she's staring straight at me. Did she see me!? Was she watching me stare at her crotch!? She flashes me that smile and flutters her eyelids just a little before answering my wife, resciting back to her the rules of what has to happen tonight while we are out. We continue the conversation, and I really try not to notice that Elle's nipples have grown harder and I can definintely now make both of them clearly out. Trying to ignore this, I hide my now very hard cock in my pants by re-arranging its position and stand up. I thank Elle again and quickly make my way out of the living room so that I can finish getting ready.

Eventually Natalie and I are both ready and we head off to the party... Quite a non-eventful one, but Nat has had a few too many drinks and is all over me. At about midnight we decide that it's time to turn in and make our way around the group to give the goodbyes. Helping Nat in to the car I climb in to the passenger seat  and start the car. Immediately, Nat is at my pants, grabbing around for my fly. In the back of my mind I still have both my gorgeous wife, naked on our bed, and Elle the babysitter and those nipples and panties..... So I help her with my fly and pull my 7" cock out. In a flash, she has the whole thing in her mouth... Sliding up and down before I can even start the car. I'm in heaven! I pull out of their driveway and am driving the 20 minutes home with my sexy wife going to town on my cock. She's got her tongue perfectly positioned, playing with every inch, and especailly lathering up the head and giving it exactly what it needs.... I look down to see her looking up with her beautiful blue eyes, bobbing her head up and down. I can't resist... I reach over to her dress and pull it out from under her, reaching behind her tight small ass and slipping her panties aside. She helps me out by sitting back up straight and taking them entirely off..... And immediately drops back to her position all over my cock, with a new passion. I reach behind and under her ass again and easily slip my fingers inside her incredibly wet pussy.... GOd I love fingering and eating pussy... Sometimes I feel I like it even more than slipping my cock inside, but I'm still deciding on that.... Slowly and then faster slipping my fingers in and out of Nat, she's starting to really grind against my hand.. I decide to pull out of her and reach a little bit further around to her clit and go to town. She's now moaning with my cock still buried inside her mouth, which starts to really build me up.... She's pushing against my hand, all the while keeping enough co-ordination to bob in perfect time up and down on my cock... The feeling is amazng.... Finally as I feel the cum rising in my balls.... I slip my fingers deep back insider her and tickle her in the way that I know she loves.... She tenses up, and at the exact same time as me releases cum alll over my hand.... I'm blowing everything I've got into her mouth and she's moanng as she swallows every drop, spilling a bit but then licking it up still moaning and exclaiming how much she loves the taste. I'm still going hard in and out of her pussy as she cums again, and this time even more... I bring my hand to my mouth so I can smell her pussy.... Licking my fingers before she sits back up sraight and straightens herself up. We're home, and oh my god I'm still so horny... I don't think my cock has even softened a little and my wife has noticed as we are walking to the front door... She pushes me up against the wall outside our house and sinks her tongue into my mouth. The taste of my cum and her pussy are exhilerating and I can't wait for more.... She winks at me and pulls herself away, fumbling for the keys. Opening the door....

She turns to me suddenly and winks again.... Whispering that she can't wait to see me up in bed, but I should first sort out Elle and Jaime our daughter... I agree and kiss her as she disappears up stairs to the bedroom..... 

As i walk into the lounge room.... My hard cock gets even harder again... Lying on my couch, asleep, is Elle... With her legs parted even more than before and now I can definitely make out her little white panties. This has me going absolutely crazy, if it were up to me I would.... God.... I shouldn't even think like that, she's 16! I walk closer to her and notice a little wet patch on her panties, which again drives me absolutely wild.... I grab my daughter, who is asleep in a cradle next to Elle and put her into another cradle that we keep in her bedroom... She' sound asleep and luckily for me, sleeps all through the night... I walk back out in to the family room and can see Elle coming around, obviously from the noise I made collecting Jaime. She looks at the clock on the wall and apologises for being asleep, still lying on the couch with her legs spread quite wide apart. I can't do anything but look at her panties again, needing to refresh the image in my head of what they looked like. She sees me this time and then clears her throat.. I shoot my eyes back up to hers and she has a huge smile on her face. I'm obviously looking guilty as hell, and try to stammer my way through an apology, telling her that I just noticed that I could see between those creamy, thighs... Oh!... I mean, see her panties and thought I better let her know so she can fix it..... She looks at me for a second and then looks around, where is Nat, she asks. I explain that she's had a few too many drinks and has gone to bed, thinking about what my wife must be doing in bed right now keeping herself warm for my return.... God the thought of that woman with her fingers buried in her own pussy start to really make me want to get Elle out of the house... As incredibly sexy as I find her, I don't think there is any chance that she'd be interested in anything more than a bit of teasing.

I realise I have drifted off again and look back at Elle, who is looking down at her own panties.... I follow her eyes down over her breasts which again have nipples poking all the way through, continuing down to notice that she isn't at all looking at her panties.... Because she has taken them off and they are sitting below her feet. Now instead of sitting there with her legs spread showing me her panties, she is sitting there showing me her beautiful, totally bald, pink slit. I've entirely lost it.... I'm looking at a girl ten years my junior and she's taken off her panties, and is on full display to me.... I can't say a word... I'm lost, and my eyes can't move an inch away.... "Do you like?" she asks, smiling back at me... Are you SERIOUS!? Are you SERIOUS!? I am going crazy and I feel that my cock is about to explode in my pants.... Joe... I like you... She says... Looking like a bumbling school girl once again, but all the while not moving an inch to hide the fact that she is totally bare under her skirt.

I like you too Elle, but what are you doing! I stutter.... Joe, we've known eachother over a year now I think... And.... Well... I want my first time to be with you... I know you have Nat, and she's a total babe, but I would love to know what it feels like to have a cock inside my little cunny, and I want that cock to be yours. I'm dumbfounded.... Absolutely speechless.... Here is a girl, who hours ago I was dreaming about, presenting herself to be fucked by yours truly.... That word cunny has me cumming in my pants.... She's so young, so innocent, and she wants my big dirty cock in side her cunny...

Now I know it's illegal, and I know its wrong. But when that's in front of you, there's only one thing on your mind. Ok..... Ok Elle.... I'll do that for you.... I'm swept away in the moment, I'm lost for words but all I want to do is sink my cock into the tight, tiny little pink hole that is right in front of my eyes.... I've forgotten abot my wife, in the bedroom, drunk, fucking herself in the other room...... All I want is to fuck this sweet piece of school girl for everything I'm worth... I jump onto the couch.... And Elle squeals as quietly as she can as she realises that her plan has come true.... I push my face down onto her mouth and my tongue as deep as it will go.... She gives everything I give back, pushing her tongue back at mine, working inside my mouth.... I break our kiss, and grab the bottom of her tiny white top.... Pulling it up over her arms... I want to see those tiny breasts.... She has beautiful littlle pink nipples like my wife's and they are absolutely rock hard... I slide my hand up over her stomach and on to her left breast, sliding myself down and wrapping my lips around her right.... Sucking as hard as I can, she moans loudly and I really don't care.... If Nat walks in now, she's already seen me so fuck it.... The moaning is driving me wild.... I keep my tongue wrapped around her nipple and drop my hand to her little cunny.Pushing my middle finger into her little hole.... She's already wet, ah the beauty of being so young.... And my finger surprisingly sldies in quite a bit before I can feel her cherry... I slide out and back in again and she's bucking against my finger already..... Oh my god! She yells, as I move my hand out of her and onto her little rock hard clit.... Quick little circles have her as my puppet, she's moaning so loudly now that I'm sure it could be heard by the neighbours and her parents let alone Nat just upstairs... Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME JOE! FUCK ME!.... She's yelling now.... And I'm getting so turned on that I realise that having my cock in my pants is more unproductive than anything.... I stop fingering her and move my hand to my pants and pull them down and off in one movement.... Who knows how I did it, but this was a mission.... I've now just got my rock hard cock, pressing against her outside thigh as I lie next to her, moving my fingers back inside that honey pot of underage, preteen school girl. Cumming, CUMMING, CUMMING.... I'M CUMMING she's yelling.... Smiling, I sink my tongue into her mouth as she cums all over my hand... Just like Nat, she lets out quite a lot of cum for such a small person...... Oh Baby Girl, that was so fucking hot.... I whisper in her ear as I pull my mouth off hers.... All she can do is moan back to me... But I know that's ok, because she's seeing stars and that's about all she can put together....

She's had hers, it's my turn now I think to myself..... Picking her up off the couch and moving her onto the soft carpet below... I pull off her skirt so I can see her white body and her long legs draped out to the side... That beautiful sweet cunny is still below me, but this time there is my cock pointing straight at it... Sitting with the head just touching the outside of her lips.... My head is covered in pre-cum of my own and her cum as I rub it up and down her slit... The feeling is exhilerating.... And I can't wait to be deep inside..... She looks at me with her trusting, innocent eyes... "I know this is going to hurt" she says "But do it anyway, I know it'll be worth it".... With that I sink centimetre by centimetre inside her... She's wincing with pain but only a little, she's biting her lower lip like Nat does and it's driving me crazy.... I finally meet some resistance and look back down at her.... She's nodding her head furiously up and down in a mixture of pleasure and pain... I nod back to her reassuringly and with that I make one swift movement and push the entire 7" inside her. As I'm holding her slightly off the gorund, with my hands almost reaching entirely around her, I look up and forwards only to notice my sexy wife with a confused look on her face coming down the stairs.... She's completely naked, but I can't tell due to the sweat and the fact that my heart is beating at a million beats a minute whether or not she's mad.... I stop and look down and notice that Elle has lifted her head so she is looking back, by arching her back up towards me. Fuck that's hot... Her little breasts stretched out and her nipples pointing sky high.  Back up again I notice that Nat has started to shuffle, still drunkenly towards us and it's certainly not a frown on her face.... While still looking confued, she has a smile on her face..... "Fuck you two look hot Baby" she says to me, and I'd assume to Elle as well.. Elle is lookng at me incredibly worried but I try to reassure her with a soft kiss back on her lips, I feel that now I can pretty much do whatever the hell I want...

Nat takes another few steps closer and now I can see the cum that is glistening down her leg..... "I am so fuckng horny, I've been upstairs working myself waiting for you to come up, wondering where the hell you went.... So I come down to look for you and see you two here fucking eachother, and what can I say.... It's made me even more horny...."

Obviously this has taken me by surprise.......

More soon :-)

Chapter 1

          There’s no way to fully describe the magnificence of my family home.  The house was over a hundred years old and was huge.  To this day I still don’t know how many rooms there were.  The house was always full of people, music, wonderful foods, and lots of other beautiful things.  I remember the trees, the honeysuckle, and the creek where I went swimming on hot days.  It truly was a wonderful life, if you were white. 

          South Carolina was the heart of soul of southern living before the Civil War.  If you were white and had money there wasn’t anything better than plantation living.  We had beautiful horses to ride, the ocean was close by, and dresses of every color or style you could think of.  The only thing that could have made life better would be would have been to have my mother with me.  She died giving birth to me.

          My father was a wonderful man.  He made sure that I had almost everything I needed or wanted.  When I was very young his love was all I needed or wanted.  He loved me and took good care of me.  But as I grew older my view of him changed.  I found out what a slave was and that we had many.  It disturbed me greatly that the people that took care of me and my home were considered property.  As I grew up I learned to love most of the house staff.  Since my father was a very busy man and traveled a lot the house staff was responsible for raising me.  I had governesses from time to time, but daddy, soon or later, would try to bed them and they would leave.

          The cook was a wonderful fat old black woman.  She made special dishes for me for when daddy wasn’t looking.  She treated me like I was her daughter and I loved her for it.  She had a daughter about my age and we spent almost all our time together, whenever daddy wasn’t home.  We were the best of friends.  My father hated it.  He made sure that I was taught the difference between black people, slaves, and us.  I was taught that we superior and that black’s weren’t worth much except for brute labor.  I was allowed to play with Sarah only when we were alone, no guest or visitors.  If any other white people were around I was supposed to treat the slaves like trash.  I hated doing it but it was the only way that daddy would allow me to play with Sarah.

          Whites are supposed to better than blacks, so socializing was forbidden.  Treating a black person kindly or have a relationship (sex) with them would earn you the label of NIGGER LOVER.  Life was pure hell for anyone earning that kind of label.  I’ve seen best friends turn on each other, offenders beaten, and even killed because of stuff like this.  Don’t ask what would happen to the slave.

          Those were the daytime rules and they were followed to the letter.  What happens at night and in private was a completely different matter.  More than one white slave owner would slip into the bed of one of his black women slaves.  This included my father.  Without my mother around the only sex he got was from some of the slave women that worked in the house.  The women couldn’t complain or do anything about it.  Punishment for slaves was plain awful.  I never really noticed anything when I was younger.  But as I got older I started seeing things I wished I hadn’t.  More than once I walked into I room only to find my father getting a blow job from one of the black women.  I also heard moans coming from his room at night.

          A white man having sex with a black women was overlooked by the locals as long as it wasn’t made public.  After all, Thomas Jefferson had a black mistress.  However, a white woman having sex with a black man was treated very seriously.  Just the idea of it drove most white men crazy.  Punishment for such things were unbelievable.  I remember one time a husband found out his wife was fucking several of his black slaves.  He tried to claim that she was raped but the truth came out.  She was paraded in front of the town where her husband beat her with a bull whip.  The other women shaved her head and she was forced to leave town with nothing but the clothes on her back.  They hung her black lovers. 

          Another rule for plantation living was that fathers arranged dates and marriages for their daughters.  Most of the time it was a business deal, plain and simple.  By the time I was 14, daddy was already looking for me a husband.  Thank god I had Sarah to talk to.  We couldn’t have been closer.  Even with the rules working against us, we found time to do things and go places.  I loved living on the plantation but hated all of the double standard rules.

Chapter 2

          Everything changed on my 15^th birthday.  A huge party was planned and my father kept hinting that he had a very special surprise for me.  I couldn’t wait for the party.  Sarah had told me that she had a surprise for me too.  I knew she couldn’t come to the party, so I went looking for her before the guests started to arrive.  I couldn’t find her anywhere.  I stopped by my father study to see if he knew where Sarah was.  I opened the door slowly because I heard noises that usually meant my father was getting a blow job.  I had spied on him a few times.  My guess was right.  He had his hands around someone’s head while he fucked her face.  I couldn’t see who it was at first but was horrified when I found out it was Sarah.  My father was ramming his cock all the way down her throat.  It most not have been the first time he had done this to her because she didn’t have any trouble with having her throat fucked.  I hated him for it, but I couldn’t stop watching.  I knew when he was about to cum by the noises he was making.  He told her to swallow all of it or she would be punished.  Swallow it she did.

          The birthday party started right on time.  There were lots of people and tons of presents.  The food was better than ever and the entertainment kept everyone happy.  It was a wonderful night.  But I couldn’t get the vision of Sarah’s lips wrapped around my father’s cock.  I still could see her throat bulge as my father’s cock shot off.

          Near the end of the evening my father gathered everyone around us.  He wanted to give me my surprise and he wanted to do it in front of everyone.  He had me close my eyes and I felt someone holding my hands in a very caring way.  When I opened my eyes I was looking into the face of a young man a little older than myself.  He was introduced to me as Josh and that my surprise was that Josh was to be my husband.  My father was so proud of himself. 

          I was in shock.  I knew this day was coming but I was shocked just the same.  I had no voice in the subject and the wedding date had already been agreed upon.  Josh’s family owned a fleet of ships and a partnership with my family would make both families very rich, or richer.  Just like I said, a business deal, plain and simple.

          A week later I was married and living in Josh’s family home in Charleston.  It was a nice place and they all treated me well.  Josh was a nice man and he was very happy with his side of the deal.  He thought I was beautiful.  But I missed my home.

          I was a virgin when I married Josh but he took care of that the second he got me alone.  I had seen my father getting blow jobs and I had seen animals having sex, so I had some kind of idea what I was in for.  I’d love to write more about my first time but there wasn’t much to say.  It hurt a little,  lasted only a few seconds, and it was over.

          Josh made it clear that he wanted a big family and he wanted to start right away.  What that really means is that he fucked me morning, noon, and night.  I’d like to say that I enjoyed the sex but it never lasted long enough.  Josh was only concerned with his own pleasure.  I didn’t complain because I didn’t know it could be any other way.  I just did what I was supposed to do.  

          This lifestyle lasted about six months.  Josh was getting upset with me because I still wasn’t pregnant.  He was such a child about the whole thing.  He acted as if I had control over the situation.  We saw a doctor but medicinal knowledge was very limited.  After all was said and done, the doctor blamed a horseback riding accident when I was 10 years old for my condition.  He said I would never be able to have children, but I thought he was a nut.  Josh didn’t.

          The marriage was annulled and I was sent home.  I thought my father would be upset with me also.  My “condition” had put a very important partnership in jeopardy.  However the partnership held because both sides were making enough money to overlook this situation.  Either way, I was happy to be home.

          I had only been gone six months but a lot of things had changed.  I had changed.  I was a woman now.  Sarah was different too.  She used to be happy to see me and we could talk about anything.  But something was happening to her and she didn’t want to talk about it.  I tried to leave things alone but I needed my best friend back.  I had a lot I needed to talk to her about and it was clear that she did too.  So I pressed the issue and made her talk to me.

          On most plantations the slaves are coupled together and forced to have children.  This arrangement formed families within the slave population.  Most slave owners saw this as a way to control the slave population without using force.  My father had other ideas.  He believed that a family would cause his slaves to want to escape.  He believed that the male slave was more valuable than to female and that he could get more out of his males if he used his females as enticements.  My father breeded the females like they were livestock.  Each woman would have several different males visit them at night.  With the lights out nobody knew who was having sex with whom.  Nobody knew who knocked up whom.  The females bred more slaves and the males had nothing else to do with it.  All they knew is that if they stayed out of trouble and they got their work done there was pussy tonight.  This was what was happening to Sarah.

Chapter 3

          When I finally got her talking about the situation I couldn’t get her to stop.  She was upset because she didn’t want to get pregnant.  I would have thought she would be upset about the sex and the way she was being treated.  Sarah said that the sex was great and she couldn’t wait for night time to come.  She said that each night she was visited by at least three different black men and they fuck the hell out of her.  She said the orgasms were better than she had been told they would be.  I didn’t know what an orgasm was, nobody had ever talked to me much about sex.

          I told Sarah about my situation.  She wanted to know if I had any feelings for Josh and the truth is, I didn’t really know.  She was surprised that I had never had an orgasm with all the sex I was having.  With the ice broken, we talked for hours.  We compared our lives and I found myself getting a little jealous every time she talked about her sex life.  I knew it was going to be very difficult finding a husband knowing that I couldn’t have children.  A white woman didn’t just fuck around either, unless she was a working whore or something.  So, finding someone to give me that missing orgasm wasn’t going to be easy.

          Sarah might have been a slave but she was very smart.  When I was younger I taught her how to read and write myself, against my father’s wishes.  She picked it up faster than I did.  She understood my situation very well and I could tell by the smirk on her face that she had a plan.  I didn’t have to push her too hard for her to tell me what she had in mind.  She could be quite clever when she wanted to be.

          She told me to come by here room, out behind the barn, before it got dark outside.  She said that I could take her place in her bed tonight.  Before I could object she pointed out that the room would be dark and nobody would know the difference.  I knew what the punishment would be if any of us got caught.  Sarah said that there was nothing to be afraid of and that she would be there, in a dark corner of the room.  When I told her I was too afraid to do anything like that she suggested that I come and hide in that same dark corner and watch and listen.  She said I could make up my mind about switching places later.

          I was curious and a little horny, so I told her I would be there right after supper.  With that Sarah had to go back to work.  I found things to keep me busy for the rest of the day, but I couldn’t take my mind off tonight.  My pussy was wet and I really could have used a husband right about now.  I kept asking myself if I could every let a slave, a black man, have sex with me.  Of all the white people I knew I was the most open minded.  I didn’t have a problem with the slaves and hated the way they were treated.  But I didn’t know if I could go as far as to have sex with a black man.  All I could do was take this one step at a time.

          I arrived at Sarah’s shack just before dark.  She took me inside and told me to hide in the corner.  She said that the only light in the room would be from the moonlight coming through the window.  As soon as everything was set Sarah blew out her lantern and climbed in the bed.  She was naked because she would have no need for clothes with what was about to happen to her.  I could tell that she was very excited.

          We only waited a few minutes when we heard a knock on the door.  Sarah said nothing.  The unseen visitor opened the door and let himself in and walked over to the bed.  He quickly got out of his clothes and started to climb onto the bed with Sarah.  For just a second I was able to see his naked body, mainly his cock.  I had never believed anything could be that big.  It pointed straight out from his body and was as big around as my wrist.  I couldn’t tell how long his cock was but I knew it was at least twice as big as my former husbands.

          He climbed onto the bed and right between Sarah’s legs.  I could tell by her moans when he found the entrance to her pussy.  She must have been doing this for some time now because the unknown black man drove his cock all the way home in one thrust.  He pounded away at her pussy as hard as he could.  There was no romance, tenderness, or love like my husband had shown me.  It was raw power.  All I could hear was the slapping noises of his body making contact with Sarah’s body.  Sarah was moaning like crazy.  This attack, sex, or whatever you want to call it, was driving her crazy.  She loved it, every minute of it.  She kept saying that she was cumming, over and over again.  This must have been what she called an orgasm.

          As quick as it started, it was over.  The black man grunted a few times, arched his back, and every muscle in his body tightened.  And then he was gone.  I thought it was over but I was wrong.  The door opened again and another man came into the room.  He also got undress and climbed between Sarah’s legs.  He also rammed his cock home.  He made more noises than the first man.  But everything else was the same.  He fucked the hell out of Sarah and she cam over and over again.  The second black man emptied his load of cum in her pussy.  Then he was gone.

          I wanted to get up and leave but a third man entered the room before I could get up.  I was forced to stay there, in the dark corner, and watch as three more men fucked Sarah.  I didn’t think anybody could enjoy anything as much as Sarah enjoyed her breeding.  When it was over I told her that we would talk tomorrow and left for my room.  I couldn’t sleep because I was so turned I.  I had never played with myself before but I did that night.  I think I might have had my first orgasm that night.  I slept well afterwards.

Chapter 4

          The sun came up the next morning long before I wanted.  I couldn’t keep my eyes open at breakfast.  This was something my father noticed several times.  I told him that I hadn’t slept well and that I would like it if he would allow Sarah to spend the day with me.  I told him I had many things to do and that I wanted to go into town.  He knew how much I cared for Sarah and, even though he didn’t like it, agreed to my request.

          I quickly got myself ready after finishing breakfast.  I found Sarah and told her to come with me.  Several of the stable boys had a horse and buggy waiting for us.  The story I told my father, of course, was total bullshit.  All I wanted was to find a nice, quite, cool place where Sarah and I could talk.  I had a favorite place down by the ocean.  There was a nice place with several trees for shade, a continuous breeze, and beautiful scenery.  I had also had the kitchen staff to pack us a nice picnic lunch.  We were set for a long day of talking.

          We talked about everything that had happened the night before.  I asked her how many times she had been visited like last night.  Sarah said that it start right after I got married and moved away.  She said it started slowly, only one or two men every other evening.  She said that the men hadn’t enjoyed being with her because she cried the whole time.  Sarah said that she was not a virgin but these men were bigger, much bigger.  I asked her if my father had ever fucked her.  She said that he was the first and that one of his white slave handlers had raped her, a while later, when she took them lunch.

          Sarah said that she was always afraid because that she didn’t want a baby.  Sarah was my age and I know that having a baby would scare the hell out of me.  I told her that last night didn’t sound like someone who was scared.  I asked when being scared changed and what happened.  Sarah was quite for a while, looking for the right words to say.

          She said that one night one of the older black men came to visit her.  Unlike the others, he took some time to talk to me.  She said that he wasn’t mean, but he told her the truth.  The white men controlled her fate and if they wanted her pregnant then she would soon be.  He said that the only thing that they couldn’t control was how much, or little, she enjoyed the sex.

          She said that he was right about the sex.  Sarah said that she would lose herself in the sex.  She said she loved the cocks and how full they made her feel.  She said that as soon as the men saw that she wasn’t crying anymore more of them came to visit her.  She said that last night was how she spent three night’s a week.  On the other nights the men would visit a number of other slave women who were also being bred.

          Sarah said that she still didn’t want a baby, but she couldn’t wait to her next breeding.  I was almost envious of her.  I had had lots of sex with my husband, but I never got the pleasure that Sarah had gotten last night.  I told her that I wished I would get luck enough to meet someone that could provide such pleasure for me.  I wanted it so.

          Sarah just sat there with the biggest shit eating grin I had ever seen.  She said that all I had to do was to trade places with her tomorrow night.  She said that the men, my father, or anyone else would ever know the difference.  I was scared, tempted, but scared.  I told her that I would think about it.  The truth was I wanted the sex very much.  What I was afraid of was those giant cocks.  I was sure that they would ripe up open and that the slave would know it was me.

          We spent the rest of the day talking and enjoying ourselves.  Sarah didn’t get many days like this, so I wanted to make sure she enjoyed herself.  We got back to the main house an hour or so before dinner.  Sarah thanked me for the day and I told her that I would consider her offer.  Even though I was scared, all that talk about sex and fucking made me so horny I could stand it.  I played with myself before dinner, after dinner, and when I went to bed.  I didn’t sleep well either.  When I did sleep I would dream about one of our big black hung slaves climbing into bed with me and fucking the hell out of me.  I woke up hornier than when I went to bed.  I needed to find Sarah.

Chapter 5

          I found Sarah in the kitchen doing dishes.  I guess I missed breakfast because I was too busy cramming my fingers into my pussy.  I was lost in my passion.  All I said to her was “set it up!”  Sarah died laughing.

          Right before lunch Sarah walked out back where I was reading a book and said “see you tonight”.  That was all she said.  My pussy got wet at hearing those three words.  What the hell was happening to me?  I was about to break the worst possible rule of the south and I didn’t give a damn.  A black man/men, were about to stick big, long, hard cocks inside me and I couldn’t wait.

          Time passed faster than I could ever remember.  Before I knew it I was in Sarah’s bed, naked, and waiting for my first visitor.  Sarah was hiding in the same corner I had two nights ago.  Every started out just like the other night.  There was a knock at the door, a man let himself in, stripped himself naked, and climbed on the bed.  It wasn’t until that moment that I realized just how big this black man was and his cock matched.  How the hell was that going to fit in my pussy?  And the other night the men just crammed it in.  That would kill me.  What was I going to do? 

          I was trapped.  I couldn’t get up and leave.  I couldn’t say anything or even scream or the men would know that they weren’t fucking Sarah.  Turns out it was a good thing my mind was obsessing about this situation because I didn’t notice when the first slave lined his cock up and rammed it home.

          I had never felt anything like that before and hoped to never again.  Later that night I would be singing a different tune.  His cock hit places inside me never touched before.  He seemed to notice that there was a difference and slowed down, thank god.  To my surprise the pain calmed down as my pussy became accustomed to that giant cock.  I heard the man say something like “you sure are tight tonight”.  With that he sped up and in no time he was grunting and shooting a huge load of cum inside me.

          I hardly had time to calm down and get my breath back from black man number one when black man number two came in.  In no time my pussy was full again.  This man wasn’t quite as big and it felt really good.  I soon found myself matching his thrusts with ones of my own.  I moaned and begged him to fuck me harder.  I soon felt the beginnings of an orgasm, but this was different.  I knew what it felt like to make myself cum using my fingers, but this was something else.  This was more powerful.

          Sarah had told me not to make any sounds or the men would know that they weren’t fucking her.  I just couldn’t control myself and my excitement must have had an effect on the owner of the black cock ramming into my pussy.  He started grunting and his strokes grow longer and harder.  Soon I felt my pussy being filled again with more cum than my pussy could hold.  Each thrust caused cum to be forced from my pussy.  It ran down the outside of my pussy lips and down to the crack of my ass.  The bed sheets were totally wet and I had had only two visitors.

          As I caught my breath I heard some conversation outside Sarah’s door.  Soon the third black man was between my legs.  This man was huge and, unlike the last two, he took his time working his cock into my pussy.  Unlike the other two men, this slave talked to me.  He told me what he was doing and what he was going to do.  As soon as he felt my pussy could handle his cock he started to pound away.  It was about this time that I heard him say something that made my blood run cold.  He said that I had a tight pussy and that he had never had a white girl before.

          I said “WHAT” about the same time that Sarah did.  The man never stopped fucking me.  He didn’t last long and pulled out of me as if he was in a hurry.  Could it have been because I was so tight, or because he was so big, or because he knew he was fucked when he let us know that I was not Sarah?  Either way, I was totally screwed.  Sarah jumped the man as soon as he got off of me.  She wanted to know what he knew.  The man calmed Sarah down and told her that the first man noticed the difference and knew something was up.  He relayed this to the second man.  The noises I made, the differences between Sarah and myself, or maybe he saw Sarah in the corner.  The second man knew I wasn’t Sarah and told this man that he thought I was in the bed instead of Sarah.

          I was surprised that they would talk so openly about this considering what would happen if they got caught.  Either way he said that there were four more black men outside wanting some white pussy.  I was so scared.  But Sarah took charge and told me to get back in the bed.  She said that while I took care of the next man she would talk to the rest.  She wanted to make sure that they kept their mouths shut or we all were dead.  I have no idea why I did as Sarah said, but I did. 

          Sarah left the room with man number three.  A second or two later another man entered the room.  I did nothing as he undressed and climbed onto the bed.  This wasn’t fun any more but I was too scared to run away.  That would cause a scene and attention is the one thing nobody wanted right now.  So I tried to pay attention to what I was doing.  The black man was very big and I thought he might crush me.  But he didn’t.  He moved my legs over his shoulders and propped himself up with his arms.  He stuck his cock into my pussy and started working it in and out. 

          All I wanted was for this night to be over.  I had been fucked like I had never been before.  I had had an orgasm.  It had been great.  But now I just wanted it to be finished.  That is what my mind said, but my body had other ideas.  I heard myself moan and felt my body move.  Being in this position allowed the black man to go deeper and to drive his cock in harder than any of the others.  I soon had another orgasm and it was ever stronger than the first.  I couldn’t control myself anymore.  I sound had another orgasm, then another, and another.  I was in the middle of my latest orgasm when the black man exploded in my pussy.

          Now every whiter person I had ever met always referred to the slaves as niggers.  I had never used the word myself, until that very moment.  I heard myself say “I love nigger cock.  Fuck me damn it”.  The man was a little shocked, and then laughed.  He said that there were several other niggers outside that could help me with that.  And help me they did.  Four more men entered the room and took great pleasure in fucking the hell out of me.  I had at least two orgasms per black cock.  By the time the last man was done I didn’t care about anything else but being fucked by nigger cock.  I still hated that word but those men seemed to find it funny hearing me say it.

Final

          I could hardly walk the next day.  I didn’t even know how I got back to my room.  Sarah found me resting out by the oak tree in the afternoon.  She told me that she talked with everybody that visited us last night.  Everybody promised to keep their mouths shut.  They promised to not even say anything to the other slaves.  I asked her how she pulled that off.  She said that it was simple.  Sarah said that if word got out that she would tell everybody that I was gang raped.  Most white men would jump at the chance to believe that story.  Hanging niggers was a fun thing for white men to do on a boring Saturday afternoon.  They got the point.

          Then Sarah smiled and said that she also told them that if they spoiled things by shooting off their mouths that there might not ever be a repeat of last night.  I was shocked that she even considered repeating last night again and I told her so.  She asked me if I had any male suitors calling on me.  She asked me if I had ever seen or heard of a white man with a cock as big as what I got last night.  She asked me if I know any respectable white women who get fucked seven times in a night.  The answer to all of her questions was NO.

          I told Sarah that I would think about it but that I was so confused.  It had been the best sex ever.  But everything I had ever been taught said that this was wrong.  Only whores acted like I had last night, at least publicly.  I had so much to lose.

          After a few weeks I came up with an idea that could keep my reputation safe and allow for some night time fun.  I told my father that I was too old to be living at home.  I told him that I wanted to move into the cottage down by the lake.  I told him that I would be safe because I wanted some of the slaves to work for me.  They could take care of my needs and stand guard at night.  I also said that I was close enough to home that I could visit whenever I wanted.  I was surprised when he agreed.

          I had Sarah and most of the men that fucked me that night moved into my care.  As soon as everything was set up the fun began.  Each night one slave stood guard, to make sure that no whites were around and watching.  The others would visit either Sarah or myself each night.  I spent most nights with a huge black cock in my pussy.  Sarah even taught me how to suck cock.  I was never as good at it as she was but it did make things more interesting.  While one black stud would be pounding away at my pussy I would use my mouth to get the next one ready to fuck me.  Ever so often a black man would get too excited and cum in my mouth.  It took some getting used to it but I soon found that I enjoyed the taste of cum.

          Over the years I had a few white suitors.  I even let a few of them fuck me, which was not normal for a good white woman to do.  But nobody ever offered to marry me.  If they had my night fun would have to end.  Needless to say I wasn’t disappointed at not having a husband.  I had something better.  I had tons and tons of orgasms and lots of huge nigger dick.  What else could a southern bell ever need?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I feel Your warm hands all over My warm skin

As Your pulling Me deeper within

You touch Your lips with mine

As our tongues and bodies intertwine

Bonding together our fire burns high

Our sound of love, the moan, the sigh

Tongues a licking, tasting, moving

Fingers feeling, exploring, roving

Slower, harder, We mesh together

Pounding, Both wanting that lovely goal

Bonding together one inside the other

Feeling Our deepest desires, Within Our Soul!!!!!

Penned By James L. McHenry

Copyright ©2003 By James L. McHenry
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