Now I was ready. I went to the basement to the little room that Master had made for us. There were no more instructions to follow. I went to the cabinet that held restraints and toys and other things and got what I needed.  Firest, I placed the ball gag between my jaws buckling it tight behind my head. I buckled thick leather bands around my wrists, ankles, and neck. There was one other item I would use but that came last. I went across the room to the table. This was something Master had designed and a friend had made. Master used it a lot during my punishments and our play. The legs on one side were stretched far apart, as wide as I could stretchmy legs and still stand upright. To each of these I carefully attached my ankle bands. The leather bench that I was to lay across was padded and came up to my belly. As I lay across this, instead of hanging straight down, my upper body lay on a table of the same padded leather. Master had adjusted the table the way he wanted before he left so now my upper body was hanging down at an angle.

       I reached down the other side of the table and connected the o-ring on my collar to the chain that was attached to the floor. Next was the band around my left wrist. Before I connected my other writst to the table I pulled down the blindfold over my eyes, the last item from the cabinet. Then I clipped my right hand to the last clip, put my head down and waited.

        As I lay in the dark I thought about what I must look like. My long legs, made longer by those viscious heels, stretched wide and held there by the bands around my ankles. My black stockings framing my naked ass. The mound of my sex showing between my spread legs, and my asshole peaking out between my cheeks. My full breasts squished underneath my chest, squeezing out the sides. My arms pulled tight above my head and slightly down keeping them out of the way so it is always possible to see any expression on my face. My jaw distended by the ball gag I had inserted between my teeth and the upper half of my face covered by the blind fold. I was completely vulnerable. and now that I had attached my bands I could not get out of this position until Master arrived and chose to release me.

       This routine was always followed before I was allowed to participate in any type of recreationthat meant leaving the house. This was especially true if other people would be there. Master said it was my sacrifice for the fun I was going to have. Sometimes it was a simple spanking. Sometimes it was much more than that. As I waited in the dark, I became aware of a greater and greater need. I needed to use the bathroom and I knew that Master could stay away for longer than I could wait. This had never happened before. I had always been very careful to use the bathroom before I came down. This time I had been careless and now I was in trouble. With my legs spread I couldn't even squeeze them together. I tried to think of other things but the pressure continued to build until I wasshaking my ass in need and frustration.

       Suddenly, I heard laughter. Master had entered the room and was watching me shake my ass. I felt him run his hand up my leg and fondle my ass for a moment. I moaned with desire and with my need but he had not yet removed my gag so I could not tell him of my need. I felt him move away and heard him opening and closing cabinets. I continued to whimper more and more urgently and continued to shake my ass. Finally I felt my gag removed.

       "Well, slave I see you have followed my instructions."

       "Please, please," I begged, "please Master, I have a need." The only statement I was ever allowed to make in this position.

       "Yes I see that, so you didn't prepare that well, hmm?"

       "No, sir, please may I use the bathroom?"

       "Just a  moment, slave."  Suddenly, I felt something cold thrust between my legs. It was a metal basin!

        "OK, slave, you may go." Master said. I gasped. I couldn't do that, not like this, not with him watching! "Slave, you may go!" Master repeated more forcefully this time.

        "I can't..." as soon as I said the words I wished them back. I had never denied my Master anything and now shame burned through me.

        "You can, slave, and YOU WILL!" Master said in a tone of voice I had never heard before. The basin was removed and I heard him moving around the room again. "You will learn to obey me in all things, slave, and you will learn to never, ever say no to me." He then adjusted the table so I was almost completely bent in half. Then he unclipped my hands. "You will be punished, slave, and you will assist in your own punishment. Reach back and spread your cheeks." I did as I was told, already trembling, inside and out. "Stretch them further, slave, I want that asshole on display for me!" I stretched my cheeks as wide as I could. "Hold them, bitch, and don't let go or your punishment will be repeated. You will receive 5 lashes and I want to hear my grateful little slave bitch count them out and beg for more."

       "Yes Master."

       "Now, let me hear you scream." I heard the whistle as the riding crop flew through the air and then the unbearable pain as it was brought down on my unprotected asshole.

        "ONE," I screamed at the top of my lungs, gasping for air not believing I could take 4 more. "Thank you Master, for punishing me. Please punish your slave more."

(THWACK)

        "AAAAGGH.....TWO....thank you Master please punish my I have been such a bad slave."

(THWACK)

         "AAAAGH.....THREE...." I screamed, crying and gasping for breath.

       "SPREAD THAT ASS!" Master screamed hitting my hands with each word. I stretched my cheeks apart harder.

(THWACK)

         "AAAAAGH...FOUR...." This one came up from below hitting my pussy. I was screaming continually now, stopping only occasionally to count off the lashes or to beg for more.

(THWACK)

         "AAAAGH...FIVE..." Again the basin was placed between my legs and I was told to go. This time I let loose with that last humiliation. Master took the basin away without a word and then wiped me clean with a rough towel causing me to moan in pain.

         "Don't move," he said. So I stood there, bent in half cheeks spread by my own hands, asshole and pussy severely punished, moaning and crying waiting for my Master. Suddenly a hand clasped my head and pulled my face up by my hair. I felt my Master's cock rub all over my face.

       "Who's face is this? Who's mouth?"

        "Yours Master," and with those words he shoved his cock into my mouth, brutally fucking my face causing me to gag. Tears ran down my face as he rammed his rock hard cock down my throat. Suddenly he stopped and pulled away. Then I felt him behind me. He touched a finger to my sensitive pussy and made me whimper, then he slammed his cock into me, making me groan.

         " Who's pussy is this?" He yelled as he brutally fucked me.

          "Yours Master!" I yelled. He pulled out of me and just as forcefully slammed his cock into my ass. I screamed as he violently began to fuck my asshole, my hands still spreading my cheeks apart, giving him access.

            "and who's asshole is this?"

             " Yours Master, it's all yours!" With that he stopped. He came around to my head and slowly removed my hands from my ass and reattached them above my head.

             "You are mine, slave, all mine. And if I wish to fuck you, or beat you, or give you away to be used by someone else I will. And you will obey me in all things."

              "Yes, Master," I panted, still gasping for breath in between sobs.

             "Good. Now, let's begin or we shall be late."

              It always began with a hand spanking. Slowly building the heat rising. I loved this pain. When my skin had been properly warmed Master began again, this time with a wooden hairbrush. Again the pain was familliar and only a little more than the last. I started to moan as each blow landed. The pain building. Again it stopped. This time Master begain again with a wooden ruler. I cried out at each lash, moaning and crying continuously now.  Finally everything stopped. The only sound was my crying and moaning.

           "I want you to understand something," Master said as he kneaded my sore ass and pussy lips making me cry out in pain, "I am preparing you well and thouroughly tonight because I know you will have a good time tonight, and also because I just love to see my slave with marks on her ass." I heard the whistle of the thin whip cut through the air. At the first bite of the whip into my skin I was screaming. " Come on, slave, let me hear you beg"

            "Please, please Master, please no more, please.....AAAAGH....."

Julie’s Story

 

After Julie’s short lived adventures in the school toilets after school, Julie settled down a little.  She did like to strip off completely before putting her pyjamas on at night, but aside from that, there was nowhere she could go without some large risk of getting caught.  As luck would have it, her parents went away for a romantic long weekend, leaving Julie at home by herself.  Julie had never told a serious lie, nor was she a troublesome child, so her parents felt confident enough leaving her at home with enough food to tide her over till Monday afternoon.

 

Saturday morning arrived, and Julie’s parents left after explaining everything to her so she knew what to do if something serious went wrong, and how reheat food.  Her parents hugged her and left, up the rather long driveway and onto their romantic getaway.  Julie went inside and sat online looking for someone to talk to.  Having no such luck early Saturday morning, she flicked through the various music video channels on her TV to find something worth while.  Fortunately, there are enough music video channels to flip through and always find something interesting, and Julie watched TV while eating her breakfast till about midday, where she grabbed lunch and kept watching TV.  It was about 4 in the afternoon when Julie realised she better get started on her homework, and so she went back into her room.  Her room was a simple room, there was a low dresser with a mirror on top, a tall bookshelf that mainly had trinkets on it against the wall to her right as she walked in, in the right corner against the right wall and the entrance wall was her computer, then against the back wall was her bed, with a window halfway down the bed.  If it was sunny in winter, it would warm her feet in the morning.  On her left wall, there was a wardrobe and a larger dresser, without a mirror.  Most of her clothes were in there, with her coats, shoes and robes in the wardrobe.  All of her jeans were in the wash, but they would usually find themselves back to the wardrobe once dry.  Julie grabbed her schoolbag, and picked out her homework.  She worked on it till about 7, when her stomach started rumbling.  Noticing the time, she went and prepared dinner, which was quite pleasant to eat.  After dinner, Julie went back into her room and finished off the last bit of her homework. 

 

With that completed, she went and hopped in the shower, which she had forgotten to do that morning.  Her shower was peaceful, and relaxing, the warm water washing over her had a soothing quality to it if she closed her eyes.  She washed her hair, as she did every Saturday, and Wednesday evening.  She usually took her showers in the morning, but she would be late for school if she washed her hair on a Wednesday morning.  Her shower finished, and she dried herself off with a towel and walked down the hallway and into her room.  Just as she was about to get dressed, the phone rang.  She was expecting a call from her parents.  She wrapped the towel around her, and quickly ran down the middle of the hallway to where the phone was.  It was her parents.  They had arrived safely, and Julie spent little time with them once she knew they arrived.  It was the middle of summer, so she was not feeling the least bit cold after her shower, though with the air conditioning on, it was a little cool.  Putting the phone down, Julie’s towel draped to the floor.  Julie quickly picked it up and wrapped it around her then went back into her room without thinking about it.  But what had happened is that Julie’s breasts felt a slight tingle being out in the open.  The rush didn’t hit her until she went into her room and had the door closed.  Julie looked into her mirror and dropped the towel, exposing her naked body to herself.  Her nipples were already hard in anticipation.  Julie had come to enjoy this brief moment, which was always short lived because of noise on the other side of her door.  But there was no noise tonight aside from the TV which was left on.  She stood there a little longer, looking over her body.  Maybe she could open her door and look around?  No-one was home, and she could do something like turn the TV off.  But not feeling safe enough, she wrapped the towel around her once more, and opened her door.  She looked around, then checked all the rooms in her house.  Her house wasn’t large, but the property was.  She lived on a small acreage in the outskirts of a populated town.  Her street was almost always empty, and with an abandoned property one side, and a market farm the other, neighbours were minimal.  Making sure the house was clear, she went back into her room and stood inside the doorway.  She unwrapped her towel, and left it on the floor in her room.  Quickly and excitedly, she went and turned the TV off, and went back into her room.  She felt safe with the house to herself.  What else could she do like this?  It was almost bed time, so there was little to be done.  She picked up her towel, and put it back in the bathroom, making sure to take her time this time around.  Her air conditioned house felt relaxing and cool against her naked skin, her heart was beating faster, and her nipples were pretty hard.  Once her towel was hung up, she looked into her bathroom mirror.  It was larger than the mirror on her dresser, and she could see down to her knees when she got close enough.  She looked at herself again in the mirror, her hair was still wrapped up and drying in her towel, but her shoulders were now bare, and looked different without hair around them.  The bones were more prominent, and she looked stronger.  Her breasts were their usual selves, the pink nipples now relaxing a little, getting used to this naked state.  Her breasts stood out more when she stood straighter.  Looking down, her stomach had always been flat, but with the rigorous workout of recent hockey practise, it looked a little firm.  And her pubic hair, dark brown and recently cleaned had its usual small curl in it.  Her legs were recently shaved, 2 days ago to be more precise.  The hair on her legs wasn’t going to come back for at least a week.  Staring at herself for a minute, she left the bathroom and went back into her room, looking for her pyjamas. 

 

Since it was summer, her sleep attire consisted of a nightie that covered down to her thighs.  It used to come down to her knees, but that was a few years ago when she first got it.  Because of that, she wore boxers to bed, plain red ones.  She had a blue pair that swirled in and out of light blue and royal blue, but they were in the wash as well.  She always wore underpants under her boxers, it felt more comfortable that way.  She had her nightie on, and as she was picking out a pair of underwear, she felt a little adventurous and put the boxers on over her bare bottom.  She still had to brush her hair.  Feeling a little disappointed she didn’t do it naked, she tied her hair back and went to bed.  She felt a little uneasy at first, but warmed into the boxers and soon fell asleep.

 

She slept in on Sunday morning.  It was about midday when she woke up, the warmth outside was too much for her, even though the air conditioning was on.  She wandered out of her room, forgetting she had no underwear on and made herself breakfast, which was now her lunch.  She had nothing to do today, and there was little to watch on TV, so she decided to go for a swim.  Just out the back of her place was an in-ground pool, which was heated.  But since it was summer, the heating was only used to regulate a reasonable temperature, not making the pool too warm.  Julie finished her breakfast and went in her room to get changed.  Seizing the moment, Julie took her boxers off and realised she didn’t wear any underwear.  Lifting the nightie, Julie’s nipples hardened in anticipation, and she lifted it above her head, leaving it for a second so she could see herself, then took it off and grabbed her bikini.  Being self-conscious about her body, Julie didn’t wear it out much, only around friends and at home.  She didn’t feel comfortable wearing it when her extended family was over either.  She had a modest one-piece for that.  But her bikini was a nice shade of light blue, and fit comfortably around her body.  Checking herself out in her bikini, she grabbed a towel and went out to the pool.  The pool was pretty much always on, so it was always a comfortable temperature.  If it was too cold, Julie knew how to change it anyway.  Julie hopped in, and slowly swam to back and forth down the pool for a little while.  It was relaxing, and on a warm day like this, the cool water was welcome.  Feeling the elastic in her bikini had become uncomfortable down the front of her right breast, Julie lifted the top of her bikini out, and adjusted herself.  It was common, the bikini itself had seen a summer, and was getting a little worn out.  As she adjusted herself, a cool gush of water ran over her breast, and hardened her nipple.  A rush ran over Julie as her nipple tingled.  Julie looked around.  Could she?  She swam to the deep end of the pool, and sat in the corner seat there.  No-one was around.  Only the sound of the water hitting the edges, making a soft dripping sound caught Julie’s attention.  Slowly, she undid the back of her bikini, looking around.  No-one could see in, unless they were standing nearby.  And her house was locked, she hadn’t used the front door since her parents left.  She slowly moved the bikini away from her chest, the cool water rushing over her nipples felt exciting.  She took it off completely, and let it sit beside her.  At first, it floated, then it started to fall to the seat she was on.  Julie covered herself once more and checked it was clear.  Feeling comfortable it was, Julie dropped her arms and slowly swam to the shallow end and back.  Once she was back, she felt a little more comfortable.  Maybe she should take her bikini bottoms off.  She slowly dipped her hands inside the sides, and drew them down her thighs.  She stopped for a split second, then let them fall down to her ankles.  She collected them and put them beside her with her bikini top.  The feeling was great!  She felt so light in the water, even though the bikini didn’t weigh anything.  She felt excited that she was doing this, and swam to the other side of the pool and back.  She looked up and noticed the cloud cover coming over her now.  It looked like it was going to cool down.  A breeze ran through the trees nearby.  Julie decided it was time to get out.  She grabbed her bikini, but decided to put it on in the shallow end.  Looking around at the shallow end, she thought to go one step further and step out of the pool naked and get dressed inside.  She covered herself as she got out, and picked up her towel with the hand that was covering her chest.  As she wrapped the towel around her with both hands, a cool breeze blew past again, chilling her wet naked body.  She felt a little conscious of herself after that, and went inside and had a warm shower.  She didn’t feel like looking at herself in the shower mirror, or her dresser, she dressed normally, and found some friends online she could talk to.

 

Time passed and eventually Julie got around to making herself something to eat.  It was getting late, she had been online longer than she thought.  But seeing as there was nothing else to do, she sat online a little longer after eating, and wasted the rest of the evening.  When it was time for bed, Julie took her clothes off, and looked at herself in the mirror, as she usually did now.  She put her nightie on, and remembering earlier that day, she lifted the nightie slowly.  She raised it to her thighs and stopped for a second, then raised it to just below her chest and stopped again.  She paused a little longer this time, then raised it to just above her shoulders, exposing all of her, except for a band of nightie that was covering her neck.  She felt excited this way, and she looked at herself a little longer, then dropped the nightie so it fell to her thighs.  She nervously made the decision to go to bed without any bottoms on tonight.  She hopped in bed, and tried to go to sleep.  Half an hour passed, and Julie, who would usually be asleep was still awake.  She felt uncomfortable sleeping like this, but was adamant that she would.  Feeling a little restless, Julie decided to get herself a drink from the kitchen.  She stepped out of her room, and feeling confident no-one was home, she went into the kitchen and got herself a drink.  Even with the air conditioning on, it was a warm night.  She didn’t really notice that she wasn’t wearing any pants until she ducked down in the fridge to put the bottle of coke away.  A cool breeze rushed over Julie’s inner thighs and pubic hair.  Her nipples stiffened again.  A rush of blood to the head made Julie wonder what she could do while only in her nightie.  She walked around the house, but it didn’t do much for her, because she had done it in a towel before, and turned off the TV naked.  As she walked passed the front door, a thought crossed her mind.  Should she go outside?  This time of night, not many people would be awake, but the lights outside were on.  If she went outside, no-one would know she was naked under her nightie unless she lifted it.  Maybe if she just stood outside for a moment, to soak in the warmth of the night.  Feeling this was a good enough reason to stand outside, Julie opened the door and peered out.  No-one was around.  She stood outside the door and closed it, making sure it was unlocked.  She found her thongs just outside the door and put them on, maybe she could go for a walk.  It was safe enough, she had done a walk up the driveway heaps of times, but she was wearing more than just a nightie and thongs when she did it.  She walked up to the top of the driveway, slowly and quietly.  It was a calm night, and a warm one too.  Julie was feeling a little nervous at the top of the driveway.  There was still ten metres between the gate and the road, so she was a reasonable distance from the road.  She heard a car coming, quickly, she darted back 20 metres and ducked down, making sure her nightie covered her knees.  The car passed without incident.  Julie took a deep breath, and stood up.  She was shaking, but at the same time, wanted the same rush.  She decided to stand closer to the gate and not duck this time, and see what happened.  Fortunately, another car soon passed, and passed Julie without hesitating.  What a rush!  Julie went right up to the gate this time and waited.  Another car wasn’t coming.  She felt a little disappointed and wondered what she could do now.  Without thinking much about it, Julie unlocked the gate and opened it slightly.  She took a small step out of the gate, towards the road.  She kept walking slowly, toward the road.  Once she was at the road, she took her thongs off and stepped barefoot onto the road.  It was rough, but tarred over so it wasn’t too rough on her feet.  She felt excited doing this, but before she got too far on the road, she saw a shadow cast by lights in the distance that she couldn’t see yet.  A car was coming.  Quickly, she went back to the gate, and stood inside her property by the gate.  The car ignored her.  She walked back to the road.  She wanted to walk all the way across it.  She did so, quickly and excitedly, and then put her thongs on and stood in the middle of the road.  No-one was coming from either direction.  Feeling silly, Julie sat down on the road, making sure to cover her bottom with her thin nightie.  No cars were coming.  She was feeling curious now.  How would the road feel against her bare bottom?  She lifted up the back of her nightie and sat crossed legged, pushing the front of her nightie over her, so she wasn’t exposing herself.  It felt intriguing at first, then average.  It was cool, and poked into her bottom here and there.  She stood up, and looked around.  No cars were coming still.  It was a pretty empty street anyway.  Feeling adventurous, Julie lifted up her nightie a little.  She didn’t expose anything, but a little higher and she would have.  This was exciting.  She took it a little further, lifting her nightie to her waist.  It was a little nerve-racking but the rush of blood told her it was ok.  She continued, now her nightie was just below her breasts, exposing half of her naked body.  She looked around.  Nothing was coming from either direction, and no-one was around.  Quickly she lifted it above her breasts, then to her shoulders.  She stood there for a second in that pose, then turned around and made the same pose facing the other direction.  She put her nightie down, and walked to the side of the road near her gate.  She took off her thongs, and in one swift movement, her nightie was off.  She walked to the middle of the road, covering her naked body with her bunched up nightie in her hands.  Once there, she dropped her hands, and stood there for a moment, then faced the other direction.  She walked back to her thongs and let go of her nightie.  Confidently, she walked to the middle of the road, naked.  She looked around, certain no-one was there.  She looked in one direction and closed her eyes for a second, then opened them again.  No-one was coming in either direction.  She closed her eyes and counted to five.  She was all alone.  She did the same facing the other way.  No-one was coming when her eyes opened.  She felt safe out here too, the loneliness giving her strength and confidence.  But she had spoken too soon.  A car was creating shadows with their lights.  She would be able to see it soon.  She quickly grabbed her nightie and put on her thongs, then rushed for the gate.  Impulsively, she stood at the gate, covering her breasts with her nightie when the car passed.  She was naked from the stomach down.  The car passed as if nothing had happened.  Julie felt shaken from doing it, but it gave her a huge rush of excitement.  She put her nightie on, and walked back down the driveway without incident.  She went inside, locked the door behind her and fell straight asleep when she went to bed.  What a night!

 

The next morning, Julie woke early, and had her shower.  As she looked at herself before she got changed, she remembered the night before.  How exciting!  She didn’t want to be caught, but being naked was great.  She got dressed, and had her breakfast.  Her parents walked through the door, they had come home early.  She had lost her time to herself, but she won’t forget it.  What’s in store for Julie next?  Wait and see.

 

 

Were her childhood a normal or good thing she may even have turned out to be nothing more than an exceedingly morbid artist, but this young skunk was not so blessed. Her parents were shunned and despised by their family, and neither was much inclined to honest or hard work. They lived in a cramped apartment in a truly foul stretch of urban landscape, where two adults and as many as nine children at a time lived.

Neither parent was filled with any identifiable love for their offspring, both treated the children as something slave labor, and lavished physical, emotional and sexual abuse on them all. Both had forced Janet to perform oral sex on them since she was old enough to know the horror of it, seemingly for the pure sadism of it, and her virginity was ripped to shreds at age nine by her father and older brother, while her mother held her down and laughed.

We enter into her life at age thirteen. She has been ostracized at school do to the associated reputation of her sisters and the well known cruelty of her parents. Her family no longer even maintains the apartment, living in a single cramped trailer on the outskirts of cheapest and darkest of trailer parks. She feels well and truly alone, and in many ways she is.

It is a bright spring Saturday and one of the rare few that she has the luxury of solitude. The three of her sisters still young enough to live at home are at the movies, her mother is working Saturdays turning tricks at a poorly disguised whorehouse, and her father is doing what he does every Saturday, getting drunk and doing unpleasant things with a few friends of his.

She lies on the cot she sleeps upon with a dog-eared copy of “the Shining” that she managed to pilfer from a used bookstore, since she can barely hold onto money in her home. For her the day is perfect, an old Megadeth tape dug out of a garage sale blares in the back ground while she breezes through a good book. The one thing that shatters the perfection is the fact that goddamn motherfucking dog of her neighbors own will not shut the fuck up.

For a time she tried ignoring the dog by distracting herself with things she enjoys, the curves and feel of her body as she lounges In a sport bra and panties, it being too hot to be fully clothed when you’re covered with fur and the AC is non functional. She moved her body and banged her head to the bass line of “Peace Sells” and sang along while living a youthful rock star fantasy in her head, day dreamed about running away and living a life without constant assault and hate, and in a small black part of her mind she dreamed of opening up a vein and escaping that way.

Try as she might however her perfect day remained just out of reach as the fucking dog would not shut up. Not once. She marveled at how the animal could just keep going like that with no stopping, it must have been barking for hours now.

At first it had been simple background radiation that broke her conversation occasionally, but it had slowly niggled it’s way to the front of her brain, and it seemed to pulse with physical sensation, and she imagined vaguely that was what a brain tumor would feel like.

Frustration broke, she opened the door to her trailer and bellowed “SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!” at the dog, and even as the words left her throat she realized hers was the first sapient voice to be heard in the whole yard. Not odd all things considering. Most people had been paid recently or at least collected their unemployment checks and so would be out trying to buy as much alcohol as they could.

Most of her life she had been filled with fear of everything. For some reason this had changed in recent months.

Maybe it was the constant whispered gossip in the halls of her school that had begun to prick her pride, maybe it was her developing hormones, or maybe it was something that had been there all along, lurking in some unplumbed pit of her soul. Whatever it was now she was filled with a deep red rage.

Across the dusty street she could see dog, it was chained to a rusting engine block and was straining against it’s chain at her. Now it was barking more intently, as if to say “how dare you tell me to shut up you stupid anthrop cunt?!”

“HEY!” she yelled into the door “shut your fucking dog up!” No answer. She banged and yelled more before turning away in disgust, as she did she something just to the side of the makeshift steps caught her eye.

She seemed distracted to Timber and she was bent over, her rump on a nice inviting display through her dull grey panties. She stood up suddenly with something Timber couldn’t quite make out in her hands.

More anger, red and thick crept over her and an idea sprung to mind.

She turned around just as the animal’s chain broke and it lunged forward.

Timber’s head was just within the same sweet spot a baseball inhabits when she slammed the baseball bat into the side of the dog’s head with every ounce of strength in her body. The dog was slammed directly to the side and into the trailer’s door with such force that he smashed right through the flimsy thing and slammed into the back wall of the trailer, knocking down a piece of tacky two dollar art and a crucifix before bouncing off the wall and directly onto a cheap glass coffee table.

Not even pausing for a moment she turned and entered the empty trailer and looked at the dog staggering to it’s feet in the ruins of the smashed coffe table. The part of Timber’s face that had taken the impact seemed to be only a loose sack of mushy flesh and fur and blood and teeth dropped out of his gaping mouth. One of his eyes had slipped out and was hanging comically by the retina on the side of his face he let out a high pitched whine and tried to stager away from her as a bloody streamer dripped out of his ear and his eye socket began to leak blood onto the floor.

Timber let out a yelp as Janet soaked her panties. Blood sprayed out and her nipples hardened as it splattered her. Dear God she wanted to fuck right now. Anyone, anything, she felt like the sexiest thing on the goddamn planet. She felt like fucking God.

She brought the bat down again and again, each time feeling a hot, wet pulse in her genitals. She could feel her juices running down her legs as the dogs skull caved in and she smashed through brain.

That did not stop her. She lifted the bat up again, trailing brain and blood and chunks of viscera with it and brought it down again. And again. And again.

Dog blood sprayed the trailer and splattered her and she fucking loved it. Teeth and fragments of bone, where scattered in with the gore that had spread through the trailer. Janet finally stopped pounding the dog’s head into the floor (since it no longer really had a head to speak of) and brought the gore streaked bat up to her face. She closed her and licked it’s side. She tasted blood and chucks of brain and she dropped the bat a began licking the blood and chunks of gore off of her hands greedily swallowing down the viscous remains.

She bent over and bit deep into the meat of the dog’s stomach and relished it as her sharp teeth pierced the skin and blood pooled in her mouth. She ran her tongue over the dead flesh and fur, gathering up the blood that was dripping out, and then she bit down and tore out a great chunk of skin and meat from the dog’s gut.

She reared back and pulled the chunk into her mouth, then she slowly chewed and savored the flavor before diving back into gnaw her way into the dog’s guts, and all the while she fingered herself with the speed and fury of a runaway train. Orgasms washed over her like glorious waves of pleasure as she tore deeper and deeper into the dog’s innards.

She pulled herself away from her frenzied masturbation and used both hand to tear open the dog’s abdominal cavity as much as she could. She looked breathlessly down at the spilling steaming guts as a new bride would upon her husband’s naked body. Then she plunged both hands into the mess of blood and organs ripping them out and tossing them aside as she hunted for the dog’s heart. As she did, she unconsciously raised the liver to her mouth and tore off a chunk of it, chewed and swallowed and then tossed it aside before resuming her search with both hands.

She bit into the organ and slowly chewed, as it seemed wrong to rush. Then she swallowed and bit further in. She repeated the processes until she had eaten the whole of the heart.

And as it did horror she began to shake with the horror of it all.

As she was doubled over Timber’s corpse, vomiting until there was nothing left at all in her, and few thoughts went through her mind. Excuses to explain this horror to anyone who confronted her, Timber had after all attacked her and she had panicked and been caught up in the moment. Plans to hide the body and dispose of the weapon . The burning need to shower. The constant repetition of the phrase “dear God what did I just do?!”

Behind all this in the back of her mind, unacknowledged for it’s implications, was the perfect, crystal recollection of the whole event. The simple grinning, horrible fact of it all was she had liked it. She had loved it. She wanted to do it again.

I hope you've enjoyed this horrible little thing. I certainly enjoyed writing it. This my very first story, so any kind of comments or criticism is welcome.

"Look, I’m soo sorry," gushed Kathy, "Something really important has come up. Could you guys keep the twins here overnight? Brett and I have to go see some people south of the Harbor and we won’t be back till 2.am, if then."

Giving me little time to make reply, she ushered both girls from behind her back. Dressed in knee-length nightdresses, both were shivering in the cool evening air. I sent them straight-on in to the lounge-room to join my four.

Turning back to Kathy I said. "Well I don’t know about "us guys" Kathy, there’s only me here tonight. Julie had to go out too and won’t be back till mid morning sometime. Kathy looked mortified.

"It’s OK sweetie," I re-assured her. Lucky for you I’m the country’s most efficient father. If I can handle my four kids…three of them girls….another couple isn’t gonna make much difference is it? Off you go now. You can tell Brett they’ll be fine."

"You’re a life-saver," she muttered, before slipping me a kiss and heading back to the Odyssey at the far end of the driveway.

By the time I made the lounge-room, it was bedlam. TV off, games out and a healthy wall to wall decibel rating. I figured I’d retreat to the den and have a JD and ice.

I had however overlooked one somewhat relevant fact. Being the country’s most efficient father really counts for little when you’re talking a smallish three bedroom house with suddenly seven people yawning their heads off. Natalie and Kylie, then ten and eight respectively, commandeered one room. Aside from our master bedroom, Chris had his own room and Jenna, still only seven then, had a fold-down day and night in the computer niche.

"Where’s Kirsten and Nicole going to sleep dad?" asked Natalie, looking up at me quizzically.

"Good question cheeky-face," I replied. I was thoughtful for a minute or too. Our King size bed was colossal, more than enough for the twins who couldn’t have weighed much more than 150 pounds between them. No sooner had I made mention of this option than Kirsten and Nicole made haste to my room where we found them moments later sprawled across the water-bed.

"It’s soo comfy isn’t it?" Nicole was chirping excitedly to her sister.

"Are they going to sleep with you tonight daddy?" Jenna asked, more out of curiosity than anything else. Kylie and Natalie exchanged wide-eyed giggles. "Make sure you tell them a bed-time story dad," Nat added, linking arms with her sisters and backing out of the room diplomatically. Chris had already gone to his room.

Sending them to the bathroom to brush their teeth I sat on the edge of the bed and for the first time took stock of the precarious situation. Nine, almost ten in fact, the twins were quite mature for their age – both physically and emotionally. Whilst initially thinking of them as just the cute little kids I’d known since birth, I found my mind uncontrollably wandering to darker areas I knew I really shouldn’t be encroaching upon. I was still disciplining my hormonal stirrings when both girls returned, closed the door behind them and jumped up on the bed with me. Having changed into my own winter PJ’s during their absence, Spring being at least a month off, the immediate presence of these two slim and extremely pretty young girls was at the outset – disconcerting, to put it mildly.

Probably nothing would ever have happened had not Nicole discovered the electric blanket that I had turned off but moments earlier. Already beneath the covers the far side, she began wriggling about and with what might in an older girl, have been a wickedly rehearsed script, looked me squarely in the eyes and said "Don’t need these do I?" Next moment her patterned nightie was tossed on the floor the far side of the bed.

Not often I have ever been lost for words. Managing a strangled "Nicole!" she just handed me the cheekiest smile and whispered. "It’s OK Mr Baker, I still have my panties on." Snuggling-in alongside Nicole, Kirsten piled on the agony by ridding herself of her nightdress which like her sister’s, took up residence on the carpet.

"That leaves just the light girls," I said, burrowing beneath the sheets myself, somewhat keen to see how this played out.

"I’ll do it," replied Nicole, scrambling from the bed and if I didn’t know better, keen to use the opportunity to tease me unmercifully. Now, being fully acclimatized to seeing my own three daughters naked, well at least up until a few years previously when I had been in sole charge of bathing, hair-washing and blow-drying operations, you might think I’d seen it all. In all honesty, not once during those years of drying and dressing them, did I ever have the slightest incestuous thought towards any of them. Not even when it befell my obligation to apply genital creams, during periods of thrush and such-like was I anything but clinically detached towards the whole thing.

time though, privileged to witness Nicole’s shapely little rear end jiggling beneath those tight little polka-dot panties as she leaped from the bed, one arm in time-honored femininity covering her chest, but realistically covering nothing, I was far from "detached." The near nudity of someone else’s daughter was an entirely different ball-game. In the three or four seconds it took her to reach the wall-switch, every aspect of that girlish figure was thrust into prominence. From the barely-concealed cleft of her beautiful taut bottom to those puffiest of little nipples – no "breasts" as such to speak of – it was all good news. And another sweet-smelling cloned replicant lay beside me, not three feet away. Despite my best intentions, my testosterone was gaining the upper hand…in majorly serious areas.

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"Goodnight girls," I muttered, turning on my side away from them. "Sleep well,"

There was a brief hiatus during which I heard a couple of soft giggles. "Aren’t you going to give us a cuddle before we go to sleep Mr Baker?" It was Kirsten this time. "Was she fucking serious?" I thought to myself.

"We always have a cuddle before we go to bed," said Nicole matter-of-factly.

I turned round and discovered that Kirsten’s hot little body, either by accident or intent, was now considerably closer to my side of the bed. Holding her rather awkwardly I gave her a squeeze, keeping marginally at a distance, lest she felt parts of my anatomy that no nine-year old should be made aware of. Even so, just the intimate contact with so soft a young body was no friend to my cause let me assure you. Simply the feel of her soft skin and the smell of her hair in such close proximity was nightmarishly tempting.

"My turn" said Nicole, wasting no time in crawling over her sister’s body and into my arms. I knew even then, I was a lost cause. Holding her to me, I was unable to prevent my erection from pressing into her belly. I felt her gasp but she clung to me, evidently far from bothered. My hand slipped down her back to the very top of her elastic waistband. She made no attempt to move it or resist. Trading on my luck, I allowed it to slip lower until my hand was fully cupping her bottom cheeks. I felt her give a small gasp but still she clung to me. Completely unable to control my rising lust, I just kissed her on the lips and the breach in the dyke was never going to be filled.

In the dark as it was, it neither felt nor acted like a nine-year old I was kissing. Something genetically entrenched in the female of the species usually lies dormant until teenage years, but it is there and in circumstances such that I was experiencing, it can be kick-started. Beginning now to rub her bottom as I kissed her, Nicole was making soft little noises and becoming more compliant by the second. Kirsten had moved up close behind her sister and clearly was aware of the reality of the situation. As I continued fondling and rubbing her through those skimpy briefs, I felt the back of my hand brushing the soft cotton fabric of Kirsten’s own panties…I suspect at the very front. If I didn’t know better I might have thought she was deliberately thrusting her hips forward to better facilitate contact in that area.

A bedtime story was definitely out of the question.

Having discarded my own top I was instantly afforded the pleasure of having Nicole’s puffy little nipples pressed hard up against my own chest. Now when I say she had "no real breasts" to speak of, believe me when I tell you that by passing your hands in the dark across the upper chest of even a nine year old body, the owner’s sex becomes crystal clear. So it was this night, and with no further restraint possible, I allowed my hands the luxury of gently fondling those most beautiful of tiny developing mounds. Now this really had her wriggling hard up against me as she proffered her hot little mouth for further kissing. Completely unhinged by the opportunity of feeling-up so immature a young girl, I groped her gently with a mixture of lust and compassionate appreciation for so wondrous a collection of living tissue.

Kirsten I could sense was anything but the shy observer back there, and at the point I reached across Nicole beneath the covers and located her sister’s curvy little hips and bottom, I most definitely caught a soft giggle. So tight-up against her sister was she, I imagine her own unformed breasts were pressed up against Nicole’s shoulder blades. A man could go mad dwelling on such eventualities.

Perhaps given my success up until that moment, perhaps being simply an adherent of the old maxim "strike while the iron’s hot,"….maybe I just wanted to press my luck. Whatever, I called ‘time-out" to those sweet-tasting lips and nuzzled my way south until my own lips came into contact with two quite perceptible though ultimately soft swellings, each topped with a surprisingly erect hardness. Taking her left nipple into my mouth I felt Nicole gasp in surprise and pleasure. The softest of girlish moans brought me to the edge of sanity. I suckled her and she wriggled with unforced delight. Sucking deeper still on her right breast I felt her small hand burrow deep between her own legs. Her hand brushed the front of my pyjama pants in passing and another definitive gasp ushered in a whole new playing field.

"Am I making you hard Mr Baker?" the cute little temptress whispered. Behind her, Kirsten let out a shocked "Nicole!!!" followed by several flirtatious giggles.

"Well since you ask Nicole," I replied, "As if you don’t already know the answer to that one, yes, you do have me in a rather delicate condition." So saying, I slipped my hand down to her panties…at the front this time, where having withdrawn her own fingers from the confines of those tight little panties, I was free to rub her the full length of her virginal pussy. Even through the soft material, the swelling of her vulva was disarmingly evident. Not only had her respiratory rate moved up to join mine, she had begun to moan quite audibly. As she thrust against me, I rubbed her harder, feeling the labia separate beneath my touch. I suckled her yet deeper. Even facing twenty years in the slammer – I have to say it would have been worth it!

It was at this point, Kirsten began pulling her sister’s shoulders backwards whilst demanding, "C’mon Nicole….let me have a turn." Reluctantly I felt my hand withdrawn from between her legs and Kirsten quickly swapped places with her sister.

Just as tasty, equally curvy and lacking none of Nicole’s sense of adventure it seemed, I had my hand inside her panties before you could say "jailbait." As smooth as the proverbial baby’s bottom, Kirsten’s pussy was a repository-in-waiting, a half-way house for fingers in need, the sexiest little cleft this side of her sister’s cloned portal. Had those panties down in seconds and I could feel Kirsten parting her legs on fully automatic pilot, as I partook of the forbidden fruit whilst licking and suckling those delightfully puffy little breasts. As far as the male tongue is concerned, the sensory delights to be had by gently kissing and nuzzling the flatlands between a pre-teen’s nipples is simply heaven before you die. Fuck the psychologists who would have you incarcerated as a "manifestly off-centered sicko" if ever there was a case of "try it before you knock-it," this is it!

Regretfully fully aware that there was no way I could ever consummate this three-way tryst, after all, taking two nine-year old’s virginity might definitely be construed as "overdoing it," between licks and single-digit penetrations, I was forced into making a brief speech.

"Now look girls," I somehow got out, between kisses and respiratory distress, "We really shouldn’t be doing this. You understand I could go to prison for a long time if anyone ever found out about this. Your mom and her sister would never speak to each other and I would probably never see my children or you two again either."

"We won’t tell anyone Mr Baker," Nicole chirped, her hands around her sister’s waist holding her tightly.

"That feels soo nice," Kirsten put in, wriggling about now as the rhythmic pressure I was applying to her clitoral area, kick-started a multitude of pleasant feelings for the young cutie.

In terms of "pleasant feelings" I have to say, my own reproductive system was suffering hormonal anarchy, my erection unashamedly pressing for inclusion in the games underway.

A sudden series of "Ohhhs," were irrefutable evidence of Kirsten’s now on-site orgasm. Her little body fairly quivered at the behest of my applied ministrations. Probably an inappropriate comment to make, but there is something inherently sexier in bringing a very young girl to an early climax than is the case with a sexually proficient woman. Perhaps the "forbidden" factor, but more I feel the very newness of it to so innocent a young body. Sharing in her experience of what is obviously uncontrolled sexual release is something you don’t forget easily.

I would like to say at this juncture that I am no advocate of under-age sex as such and to inflict one’s adult sexual will on a child is reprehensible in the extreme. Arguably self-justification I realise, but when two sexy little poppets hop under the sheets with you in just their panties, you can fairly deduce they want more than simply a kiss goodnight.

Even with her sister lying there on her back now, legs slightly apart and from what I could make out in the gloom, clutching her genital area tightly, Nicole deftly clambered over her and straddling me, gave every indication she would appreciate being taken down the same road in the shortest possible time. I heard her gasp with surprise as she became aware of the rock-hard phallus pressing hard now against her abdominal area. I am prepared to swear on a stack of bibles I felt her grind her small hips against my procreative interface.

"Stop that Nicole," I muttered. "You are way too young….we shouldn’t even be messing around like this."

"Don’t you even want to take my panties off?" she whispered teasingly. Now that was a dumb question. Slipping my hands beneath her waistband, I tugged her briefs as low as I could get them…way down her thighs at least. It took her less than two seconds to then kick them off altogether. With my hands encircling her wriggling bottom, those erect little nipples causing the most pleasant of sensations on my chest and her hair falling across my face, I would be lying if I told you I had anything on my mind but fucking her senseless…nine-year old virgin or not.

My resolve held fast though and getting her to spread her legs wide as she lay astride me, access to her hot and incredibly tight little pussy was easily facilitated. Applying much the same pressure to her clitoris that I had recently bequeathed to her sister’s, only with the gynaecological benefit of greatly more spread legs, I had the young girl on the edge and whimpering within a minute. Wanting to be kissed, she raised her head – running now on a purely inherited sexual template, nothing learned….something ingrained from the moment of conception.

Spreading even wider as my rhythmic applications spread her labia yet further apart, her clitoris even at that age fully distended, Nicole unexpectedly reached beneath her tummy and slipping inside my boxers like a practiced whore, grasped my erection which she began to pump with what could only have been pre-programmed knowledge.

"God Nicole," I muttered, "Do that much more and it could get messy,"

The sensation of being thus masturbated by so cool and tiny a young hand was the catalyst for probably the best orgasm I ever had….well, up to those that followed in the next few hours anyway. Oblivious to whatever Kirsten may have been doing (and I have my suspicions), Nicole let out a cry of extreme pleasure at precisely the moment I managed to spurt an inordinate amount of overheated sticky stuff up and across the young girl’s tummy. This appeared to spur her on and despite being wracked by her own orgasmic shockwaves, she kept sliding that delicate little hand up and down my now somewhat sticky shaft. Pulling her hand free, she brought her fingers up to her mouth and seemed proud of her achievement as she brought the remnants of my seminal outpourings to her lips.

I kissed her once more. "Well sweetie, they don’t teach you that in 5^th grade do they?" She shook her head, still a little stunned by what had just taken place I imagine.

No great point in detailing what followed, anyone with a modicum of imagination can figure that out for themselves. We actually dozed off for a while, both girls still completely naked and hugged up against me on either side. I recall partially waking up after one of them jumped a little, probably during a REM stage and just taking in the beauty and scent of their young bodies. Switching on the bedside light I looked at Kirsten with her arm across my chest sleeping so prettily, and Nicole with her leg across mine, both hands under her head, her hair in total disarray.

Allowing myself the luxury of pulling down the coverlet, I could see their tiny breasts, nipples no longer erect but still puffy and as beautiful a sight as God has seen fit to yet create. I softly caressed both girls as they slept. Bring on anyone who cares to tell me that a leather-featured pole-dancer with oiled-up cellulite and top-heavy silicone implants is one sexy vision and I will show you a person of questionably poor taste.

It may have been hours later that I was woken by Kirsten being excessively naughty. I felt her hand exploring that which her sister had earlier applied her digital magic. She was mortified to discover me awake.

"Ohhh, I’m sorry," she whispered.

"Don’t be sweetheart," I reassured her. "I like you doing that," So saying, I slipped my hand down between her legs and began to gently rub her soft little hairless mound. She began to breathe heavily. "You see, you like it don’t you?"

"Yesss," she admitted, allowing her hand to once more caress my now fully erect penis.

With a sudden urge to kiss her intimately, I orchestrated things such that Nicole was gently moved the far side of the bed, still soundly asleep, while I manouvered Kirsten until she was straddling my chest, facing me. I asked her if she would mind if I put the bed-side light on and quite bravely I thought – she didn’t.

what I had only previously experienced via my dexterous applications just about blew my conscious thought processes. So perfect was that little slit, not eight or nine inches from my eyes, I could have needed a defibrillator. Encircling her bottom I pulled her forward and kissed her softly on her labia. She let out a small gasp and by tossing her head back momentarily, her beautiful little breasts-in-progress jiggled in their tempting all-femininity. I kissed her there once more and she squirmed in youthful pleasure.

Seeing,

Figuring I would go for broke I pulled her legs even wider and licked the full length of that forbidden ingress. So shocked was she, she just stared down between her legs as I repeated the action.

"Do you like that?" I whispered. She didn’t need answer.

There is something about a pre-teenage girl moaning like a slut that simply cannot be denied. Upping the ante by gently pulling on her nipples as my tongue intruded between her labia for the first time, Kirsten was fully given over to the pleasure. Completely abandoning herself to the experience, you could say I was in pole-position to witness her fully unhinged orgasm. Her cries, though muted, were enough to wake Nicole, who seeing her sister seated in so exposed and suggestive a pose, brought to her own lips a gasp of shock. Being the practical little tease she naturally is though, I had her astride me, legs fully as wide not three minutes later.

Now this one really did know how to make the most of an opportunity. Thrusting her hips forward as I licked her, she even began subconsciously pulling on her own nipples. Inherited behavior really is a wonderful thing!

It took all the willpower I didn’t have, not to rape both of them….for hours! Worse still, I have no doubt they both wanted it and would have permitted it, had it come down to the wire. I think though, they sensed this could not be and more than "made do" with the servicing they did receive. At some point later in the night, I discovered Nicole straddling my torso once more and her then permitting me to just rub the head of my erection up and down her cleft until I could take no more and spurted whatever cum I had left, all over that delightful set of inbound curves.

Last thing, around 2 a.m. I seem to recall, I had both girls put their panties and nightdresses back on, not especially wanting my kids bursting in first thing in the morning and wondering why their cousins were naked in my bed.

Don’t think though that this stopped me from indulging my every whim so far as those sexy little bodies were concerned during those fading hours of darkness.

weren’t innocent angels either!

They

 

Peter_Pan 2005-08-19

 

Peter had picked up on Tracey’s attraction to Judy previously, and was, if honest, a little jealous. He imagined the way Tracey would get off on Judy changing for gym class, and the two girls often went shopping together, trying on skimpy outfits, but for Peter, he could only imagine. He could feel himself become harder, he couldn’t control himself, lying so close to the two girls he desired so badly, he was sure Judy could feel the heat against her right thigh.

Tracey gently rubbed her leg up and down, as the movie ended, Judy took a deep breath in, then slowly exhaled. She felt so relaxed in her present company.

As Tracey’s leg moved in its slow motion, Tracey felt herself slowly becoming wet, her nipples hardened. Tracey had more balls than Peter, she knew it’d be sooner, rather than later, that she’d pounce on Judy.

Judy looked down at Peter’s head, she liked his dark hair, he was growing it. She averted her blue eyes to Tracey. She too had dark hair, there was lots of it. Tracey wasn’t as slender as Judy, but she made up for it with her huge bust. Judy could feel both her friends, they were so close, so warm.

A few minutes passed. Tracey could hold it in no longer. She straddled Judy’s slim figure, put Judy’s head in her hands, blonde locks everywhere, and kissed her velvety lips. So sweet. Judy, surprised at first, began to kiss Tracey back, slowly slipping her tongue into her mouth, feeling Tracey’s tongue piercing. Judy began to tingle, she was shocked, but becoming highly aroused too. Peter, ashamed that he hadn’t pulled off Tracey’s move, watched the two girls, his dick pressed so hard against his jeans. His hand slid down and undid the buttons. As the girls began to gyrate, Peter found himself, stroking Tracey’s backbone, under her tight t-shirt, he found her bra strap, and efficiently unclipped it. Judy removed her cute little red sweater, revealing a similar coloured bra. Tracey worked her way from Judy’s mouth, kissing her neck, shoulders, then stopping at her breasts, she licked around them, then pulled the lace of Judy’s bra down, revealing her nipples. She sucked slowly on Judy’s left nipple, occasionally flicking it with her tongue. Peter now had one hand on each of the girls breasts, squeezing. He turned his attentions to Judy, licking her free nipple. He gazed up to those wonderful blue eyes, they gazed back at his beaming brown eyes for a second, before Judy closed them. She gave out a little moan. Tracey removed her top, and began to undo the zip of Judy’s tight jeans. As Tracey climbed to the bottom of the double bed, removing each leg slowly from the jeans, Peter took her place. Judy felt his erect penis against her abdomen. Tracey made one of her earlier wishes come true, she pulled at Peters t-shirt, pulling it over his head. She then rubbed her huge breasts against his back as he lay kissing Judy’s body.

Judy opened her mouth wide, her knowing eyes fluttering at Peter. He positioned himself against the wall, his dick in Judy’s mouth, he instantly shivered as she moved her tongue around his thick, hard dick, from base to tip, back and forth. Tracey fingered Judy’s panties, feeling her moist vaginal lips which only made herself feel more wet. She removed the panties, and began licking Judy’s clit, in circular motions, building up the pace as she went. She slid two fingers into Judy’s warm, wet vagina, working up the pace some more, faster, harder, faster.

Peter could feel it. “I … I … uh” he inhaled. “I’m coming” he moaned, as he spurted his come into Judy’s mouth, she swallowed as he withdrew. She stroked his penis with her hand, smiling. She moaned as Tracey continued to finger and eat her.
Peter sat in the corner, assured that Judy had enjoyed her mouthful as much as he enjoyed her pleasuring him, he watched the two girls. Judy squirmed around, the pressure on her clit ever increasing. She moaned, she groaned. She pressed on her best friends head, gripping Tracey’s hair, encouraging her to go faster. Tracey obliged, feeling the walls of Judy’s vagina clenching on her fingers, she continued to lick at her frequent pace, as the slender figure in front of her orgasmed, Judy’s breath was intense, she felt her body hit extremities. She gave one more loud, powerful groan, then she was flat out. She giggled, and Tracey came up to eye level, they gazed at each other smiling as Judy’s breathing began to return to normal. Tracey stroked Judy’s forehead, removing a few beads of sweat. “You taste so good, so sweet”.

“I bet you do too” Judy said in her soft, dulcet tone. Looking across at the naked Peter, Judy prepared to go down on Tracey. She stood on the unsteady bed, dancing seductively down onto Tracey’s lap, undoing the buttons of Tracey’s jeans with her teeth, giggling as she went, Judy with her ass high in the air. Tracey’s jeans were now on the floor, amidst the other garments from the three teenagers. Judy squeezed at Tracey’s pubic region, it was so moist. “Mmm, I wonder how many inches I have under here” she joked while pulling at Tracey’s boxer briefs, “ooh, I’m impressed, almost as exciting as Peter” as the briefs fell to the floor. The two girls, now totally naked, made Peter’s dreams reality. He watched as the mouth his solid penis had been in only 10 minutes ago, submerged into the black mass of pubic hair of Tracey. He watched as Tracey’s back arched, and the two girls swayed as one. Tracey held tightly to her own nipples as Judy’s agile tongue worked its way around her slit. “I wanna come!” Tracey moaned, Judy teased by going slower.
Peter walked over, finding himself becoming hard once more, he stroked Judy’s back, from neck to ass, which was still predominately in the air. He gripper her legs and Judy widened. He slid his penis inside her anus, slowly, slowly. He rocked her body back and forth, with a tight grip on her hips as she continued to eat Tracey. Peter became solid again, throbbing. “Harder” Judy begged of Peter, he picked up pace. She teased Tracey more, Tracey used a hand to push her friends head further, further. Tracey tensed up, “Fuck me! Fuck … Uhh” She reached orgasm. She passed her hands through her own mass of black curls. Peter quickly came and eased himself out of her butt. The three friends collapsed in a heap on Judy’s bed. “We should do that again sometime!!” Judy said ecstatically.  

 PART TWO SOON!!