I knew there was a work bench on the window side of the shed with a bunch of tools, paint cans and other stuff on it. There was a bunch of card board boxes stacked haphazardly on the north wall and they had stored an old table in there with an old mattress laid on top of it about in the middle of the floor. Usually there was a bunch of boxes and stuff stacked on it too, but this time, right at my eye level, instead of all the boxes and junk, I saw a naked man’s hairy butt pumping up and down. A pair of shapely legs with red painted toenails were wrapped high around his waist. I stood transfixed. I had heard of this sort of thing but I’d never actually seen anything like it before. The man’s legs were splayed right at me and I could see his fat balls hanging low, swinging freely with each stroke. He was obviously using his knees for traction with each forward stroke as he rocked back and forth over top of the unseen target of his humping. Most of the moaning and groaning and ‘oh god-ing’, and ‘oh fuck-ing’ was coming from a female voice, even though I did hear the man hoarsely call her a bitch, a little slut, a dirty whore, and a few other choice invectives.

Almost instantly, my dick was so hard it hurt! I unfastened my pants, let them drop and pulled out my rock hard peter from my shorts and began whacking off as I watched the erotically stimulating sex act in the shed. I didn’t last very long and I soon shot off my cum, letting it splatter against the shed wall and drool down.

The couple in the shed rolled over. She sat up, straddling the hairy legs and hips. I could only see her from the back, her long flowing black hair, thin waist, wonderfully small and tight butt and slightly flared hips, hips like those that I dreamed about almost every night. It was the Baker’s tool shed and from the hair and the back view, I was pretty sure that the girl was Amy Baker. Amy was only a bit older than I was, but at that stage of life, we were decades apart. She was 13, a 'teenager', and I was only 12, a little punk kid. Though we had stood at the same school bus stop for years, this past year she had just ignored me almost completely. It just wasn’t acceptable for a teenage girl to give a 12-year-old boy the time of day. When they did talk to us at all it was done out of charity for their underlings.

She ground her cute rounded butt into the groin of her lover. She lifted herself, and I could see the man’s long thick dick emerge. As it pulled out, her pussy lips, stretched tight around his hard rod, pulled downward. When she sank back down, her pussy lips inverted as the big cock slid back up inside her. She began to ride him, fucking him with abandon. The moaning and soft cursing continued. Suddenly she fell forward, and I watched as her lovely buttocks flexed and shuddered spasmodically for several seconds. Other than her buttocks jerking and her feet twitching, she lay still on top of the man as he continued to enthusiastically fuck her, causing her limp body to bounce up and down on top of his.

Then, with her feet carefully placed on the edge of the mattress so as not to slip off the edge, she slowly stood up. The hard dick glistened from her juices as it pulled out of out of her pussy. She ran her fingers through her hair, tossing is back as she shook her head and then, still being careful not to fall off the table-bed, stepped over her lover and turned around facing me. I knew it! I knew it! It was Amy Baker! Damn!

She went to her knees again and as she did, grasped the thick, shiny dick and directed it back into her almost hairless pussy as she impaled herself on it. Her small tits, capped by perfectly pink and stiffly erect nipples, bobbled wonderfully as she greedily humped up and down on the big, lust-swollen dick.

For some time Amy had been the object of my nighttime masturbation fantasies and to now see her, completely naked and fucking some guy with wanton abandon was too much. I breathlessly continued to watch, slowly stroking my cock as it got hard again.

After several minutes the man sat up and shoved her forward onto her hands and knees. As he positioned himself on his knees behind her, I recognized him too. It was her old man, Mr. Baker! Sweet Jesus! I was really bug-eyed. His face was all red and I could see sweat beads on his forehead as he began to ram her from behind with all his might. After a few seconds, he leaned forward over back, reach around under her arms and roughly grabbed her small breasts tightly from behind. The creamy white flesh of those breast rapidly blushed red between his fingers as he obviously use them for handholds, to pull her back hard on his fat pole. With each forward push, his groin met her butt with a loud slap, slap, slap.

Mr. Baker kept increasing his pace, faster and faster. Amy now had her head down, lying to the side on the mattress with her slim bottom held high for her Daddy's pleasure. Her hands clutched the cloth surface fiercely. I could hear her grunting through ragged breaths coinciding with each of her father's lunges into her pussy. Mr. Baker’s face suddenly turned into a snarl as he released Amy’s tits and grabbed her hips, jerking her back hard on himself. His grunts and rough breathing told me his balls were flushing his cum deep into his daughter’s tummy. Amy squealed, "OH G-G-E-E-Z-E, I’m cumming!" and quivered all over.

As if frozen in time, they stayed connected, each panting, his chest raising and falling nearly in unison with Amy’s reddened breasts as she attempted to catch her breath. He pushed her butt away from him, sat back on his legs and began to laugh, "Geeze, Amy, your such a perfect, little slut!"

Amy, still on her hands and knees turned toward her Dad. Her pink, defiled, just fucked pussy now faced me directly. Her hole, the place of wonderment for a teenage boy, still gaped slightly open from the invasion of her Dad's cock and I could see his cum running rivulets down her inner thighs. She answered his comments with as if scolding him but a slight giggle gave her away, "Well and whose fault is that? You and your fishing buddies started stuffing your things in me when I was eleven years old."

Amy's Dad kidded, "Well, you're the one who insisted on going fishing with us."

"Well, you're the one who agreed to take me."

"Well, you're the one who brought that way, way, way too small bikini on our fishing trip and then complained about it being too tight."

"Well, you're the one who told me that if it was that uncomfortable, I should just take it off because it was so small that I might as well not be wearing anything anyway."

"Well, you're the one who decided to 'just take it off'."

"Well, you're the one who let me drink all those wine coolers or I probably wouldn't have decided to 'just take it off'."

"Well, you're the one who thought we should all get naked because you were naked and it wasn't fair for you to be naked and us not because you never saw a naked guy before."

"Well, you're the one who asked ME if I really DID want to see four naked guys."

"Well, you're the one who said YES, that you really DID wanted to see four naked guys."

"Well, you're the ones who got your peters hard after you got naked."

"Well, you're the one who had the baby titties and that perfect little pussy for us to use our hard peters in."

"Well, you're the one who thought I should pick the peter that got to go in my 'perfect little pussy' first."

"Well, you're the one who chose my peter to go in your 'perfect little pussy' first."

"Well, I'm the one who spent most of the next three days with my legs spread and somebody's peter in my 'perfect little pussy' while you guys were teaching me how to be a perfect little slut."

Well, I'm the one who kept having to take his turn sticking his peter in your 'perfect little pussy' because you spent most of the next three days with your legs spread, learning how to be a 'perfect little slut'."

"Well", Amy paused a second then giggled, "Well, then I’m the one who’s wondering when we’re going ‘fishing’ again so I can practice being a 'perfect little slut'?"

"Well, I’m the one who’s taking your ‘fishing’ over at Frank’s for the games Sunday afternoon. I’m sure that between all of the guys Frank has invited you'll get plenty of practice being a 'perfect little slut'."

"Well, how many 'fishing' poles are there going to be for me to 'practice' with?"

"Well, I'm thinking there'll probably be enough that you might just have a little bit of a hard time putting your legs back together much less walking before we're done."

"Really? That many?"

"That many!"

"Do you think maybe we should get some condoms? You know, I never have started my period, but I'm getting old enough that I might be starting any day and we don’t want me getting knocked up. That would just mess up all of our ‘fishing trips’."

"Oh Amy, not the rubbers thing again. We both know you don’t like it when a guy uses them, and us guys sure like the feel of bare pussy a lot more than rubber coated pussy. When you start your period, then we’ll worry about it, ok?"

"Ok! Can I get you hard again?" Amy's head disappeared from my view as she leaned closer, into her Dad's crotch. Mr. Baker got a crazy grin on his face and closed his eyes.

All during this I had been staring at Amy’s oozing, dripping pussy, stroking my hard cock and imagining the bunch of men they were talking about using Amy's pussy as their cum depository. I started to cum again, but was taken by complete surprise when a big woman suddenly swung me around. I began squirting, unable to control myself as I looked in horror into the face of Mrs. Baker.

"You filthy boy!" she shrieked, her face contorted in rage. "I’m going to talk to your mother about this!"

There was a crashing sound from inside the shed. Mrs. Baker heard it. How could she not hear it? She quickly stepped to the front of the shed and jerked opened the door. I heard her shriek again and then the sounds of all hell breaking loose in the tool shed. I pulled up my pants and ran for home.

That night at supper, I was very quiet. I dreaded what my mother was going to say and dreaded even more what my father was going to do to me once Mrs. Baker told Mom that she caught me whacking off behind her tool shed. Mom never said anything.

As luck would have it, the next Sunday, we met up with the Bakers at the grocery store just after early Mass. Mr. Baker looked me in the eye and glared. Mrs. Baker saw me and quickly looked away, but not before I saw her nasty black eye. Amy looked at me from behind the shopping cart, then turned away. I looked away quickly too and felt the red rising in my cheeks. Knowing that Mom and Dad would be busy for a while doing their shopping, I excused myself to go browse through the magazines.

I had been there just a few minutes when Amy silently took a place right beside me, grabbed a magazine and flipped it open. I wanted to melt, run, do something, but my feet wouldn't obey. Pretending to stare into the magazine she spoke in a whisper, "You little pervert! You got us caught! Dad said for me to tell you that if you promise to never tell anybody about us, he’ll let you fuck me anytime you want. But if you do ever tell anybody, he’s going cut your balls off. Understand?"

I turned my head a little to my left, toward her, swallowed hard and mouthed a silent 'Yes'. My eyes involuntarily surveyed her from top to bottom. Oh Geeze! She was in a pair of clear plastic, open toed sandals with about 3 inch heels. Then bare legged to the hem of her extremely short, bright red, pleated mini-skirt. Her top consisted of a white, spaghetti strapped tee shirt under which she obviously wore no bra. Her black hair was lightly curled and hung just below her shoulder. As she gently side-stepped closer to me I found myself wondering how her small, maybe 5'2", 90 pound body could possibly endure, much less enjoy the violation of so many dicks as she seemed to have been skewered by.

Nervously, she twisted her back and forth a couple of times, looking up and down the isle then locked my eyes into the deep, blue of hers. In the softest of whisper she asked, "Are you hard?" My peripheral vision caught the movement of her left hand as it raised the hem of her skirt. A few rapid movements were followed by her panties dropping to her ankles, a slight lift of her right leg freed them from her right foot then her left knee raised her foot, bringing the pair of plain, white cotton panties to arms length, caught on her toe. She scooped them up and dropped it onto the pages of the magazine I held, "We can go into the boys bathroom and you can fuck me right now if you want too. But we need to be quick, my Dad said to hurry because he and I are going over to one of his friend's house for a party and we still need to go back home and drop Mom off."

Even before I had a chance to answer 'yes' or 'no' she followed her offer with, "OOPS!" Then put her magazine on the shelf and walked off as if everything was normal. I turned and looked over my shoulder to see my Mom and Dad starting down the isle with their shopping cart. I quickly shoved Amy's panties in my pants pocket and returned my magazine to it place. When they got closer Mom ask if that was little Amy Baker?

I nodded, Mom had a bit of a disgusted look on her face, "Well, her skirt was more that a little too short, don't you think?"

If her comment was directed at me … No, I didn't think so but I was glad when Dad answered, "Oh Honey, don't be such a prude. She's a sweet, innocent little girl and besides shorter skirts are getting popular again and she definitely has the legs for it. I thought she looked cute, didn't you Rick?" I nodded again. Mom shot Dad a testy look. As we were leaving the store I saw Amy again. This time she ignored me like I didn’t exist. As we walked out to the car Dad asked Mom if we had any plans for the day because George Baker had invited him to go over to Frank’s house … you know, the guy who owns the hardware store? … They’re all getting together to watch the games. I stumbled and almost fell looking back over my shoulder as Mom agreed that he might as well go because he would just be watching the games at home anyway. Without being asked, I volunteered that I had other plans and did not want to go.

Dad got home in the late afternoon; long after the games ended … I knew that, Mom didn’t. He didn’t say much to Mom, just gave her a hug and said he was tired and was going to go take a shower. I was standing in the hall. As he walked past he stopped, look at me and whispered, "Little Amy Baker is not a very nice girl … you should stay away from her."

Of course I ignored my Dad’s suggestion and for the next year or more, I ventured over around the Baker’s house several times. I looked and listened, but I never did find Amy and her daddy doing it in their tool shed again. I always chickened out about taking Mr. Baker up on his offer with Amy. Several times though, I did see Amy and her Dad leave together, sometimes by themselves, sometimes with some other men. I always envisioned that they were probably going ‘fishing’.

Every so often, I would see Mrs. Baker around town sporting a new black eye or a busted lip. My Mom would talk about it from time to time too, saying that she wondered what happened; that the Bakers had always seemed to be such nice people and now all of a sudden he was abusing her. They even wondered if he was abusing Amy. Dad's only comment was that it wasn't any of our business and we should stay out of it. Mom said on several occasions that she wondered why Mrs. Baker didn’t just pack up her and Amy and leave him.

I, most of all didn’t want THAT to happen. Even after her tummy began to swell, Amy remained my masturbation fantasy girl. But long before that, the white panties she tossed at me in the grocery store were crusty yellow with my cum from me imagining her in the tool shed, riding my cock, just like she rode her daddy’s.

 

      Weeks passed, frustration at my inability to find a job was beginning to
      set in. I had almost given up on finding something suitable, and then I received a
      call from Sandra, a friend of several years inviting me for coffee.

      We had not seen each other for some time and while reminiscing,
      I admitted how frustrated I was with my life. Sandra was not at all
      surprised by this and went on to tell how she had been through the same
      sort of thing a couple of years ago. She blew me away by telling how she had
      started working as a tantric therapist.  She told how she had come to really
      enjoy the work, how it had given her new found financial freedom. This
      revelation started to intrigue me and I pressed her to tell me more.

      Sandra had started working at a private studio, in a ritzy suburb in
      downtown Auckland, she provided nude massages, with hand relief. Her
      clientele were generally well-healed businessmen, willing to pay well for
      a sensuous session.

      Sandra asked if I would be interested in maybe doing some part time work,
      I thought for a moment, but had to say that I thought that I would not be
      able to take my clothes off in front of a stranger, let alone massage him
      and give him a hand job. She said don't say no right away, but think it
      over. Think about the rewards, the independence it would give me.

      After several days of agonising over Sandra's proposition I decided that I
      needed to stop being a wimp and take the chance if I was to break out of
      the rut. I called Sandra and she suggested that come to work with her the
      next day and check things out, to which I agreed.

      That night all sorts of things went around in my head, I was sure that my
      husband Tom was aware that something was amiss, but he said nothing.

      The morning arrived and it was a beautiful sunny day, which I thought had
      to be a good omen. I put on my best Victoria Secrets lingerie, nice lacy
      half cup bra; with french style high cut panties, garter belt and white
      stockings. I felt really good about myself as I checked out my image in
      the mirror. I had arranged to meet Sandra at the clinic, on the drive over
      I began to have second thoughts about what I was getting myself into, but
      before I knew it I as at the address she had given me, and too late to
      chicken out as Sandra was waiting for me in her car, she jumped out on
      seeing me and gave me a big hug, saying how pleased that I had come.

      From the outside the clinic looked no different from the other expensive
      looking houses in the street, We went inside and I was pleasantly
      surprised at the tasteful decor and ornate furniture in the reception
      area, where Suzette, the receptionist for the day, greeted us. Sandra gave
      me a brief tour of the house, but had to cut it short because she had a
      client arriving shortly. The house had four massage rooms, all with proper
      massage tables, they were decorated in soothing pastel colours and had
      candles and incense burners lit. A futon couch was in one corner of the
      room while in the other was a big comfortable chair, I later discovered
      that the futon doubled as a fold out bed!

      Sandra suggested that the best and easiest way to get comfortable with the
      work would be for me to watch her with her first client of the day if he
      was agreeable. We went back to the reception area to find that 'Fred' her
      first for the day was waiting, I found myself giving him the once over, he
      was about forty, quite tall and well proportioned. Sandra sidled up beside
      him and whispered in his ear, this brought a grin to his face. I'll never
      know what she said to Fred but he just nodded and with that she took both
      our hands and led us off to her massage room.

      It was obvious that Fred was one of her regular clients by the way they
      chatted on the way. Upon entering the room she gave Fred what I thought to
      be a fairly intimate kiss, then led him away to shower. When she returned
      she suggested that if I was comfortable enough, I strip to my underwear,
      while she gave Fred his massage. Well I had come this far it seemed silly
      to back out now. Fred returned shortly with a towel wrapped around his
      waist, I could see that he must work out regularly as his physique was
      very good, he threw his towel over the chair and lay face down on the
      table, meanwhile Sandra had disrobed and was now ready to begin the
      massage.

      Watching Sandra applying oil to this naked man by using her hands and
      upper torso had a strange effect on me, I thought I should have felt
      differently from the way I did and I can't explain it but I felt a
      stirring in my inner self. By the time she asked Fred to roll over I was
      beginning to feel dampness between my legs. Whether it was the sight of a
      naked man or watching him run his hands over my friend's naked body I'm
      not sure, but it was having a pleasant affect on me.

      Fred by this time had become very aroused on was displaying an erection
      most men would be proud of. After using her hands, forearms and breasts to
      massage for what seemed an eternity Sandra proceeded to the foot of the
      table and climbed up, kneeling over Fred she "time for my famous body
      slide". This involved her sliding her body sensuously up and down Fred's
      torso. First she used her breasts to good effect on Fred's already
      straining erection, then up over his chest and up to his face. Pausing she
      allowed him to first lick, and then suck her nipples. They both started
      making soft noises that left me with no doubt that they were extremely
      excited.

      While this was going on Fred had managed to slide his penis between
      Sandra's legs and when she slid slowly up and down his erection was
      getting tantalisingly close to her pussy. It didn't take genius to see
      that he was attempting to manoeuvre himself towards possibly penetrating
      her, sensing this Sandra eased herself down and off the table, commenting
      jokingly to Fred that he was a naughty boy. Fred laughed and said, "it
      was worth a crack". Sandra was now at the business end of the massage and
      started to apply more oil to Fred's penis with her hands then her breasts,
      while doing this she beckoned me to come closer. I slowly edged towards
      the table and Sandra asked Fred if he minded if she got me to try and help
      out, the grin on Fred's face told her that he was up to it.

      At first I didn't know where to look, here was a man that I had never met,
      lying naked in front of me with an erection that I had never seen the
      likes of, it had to be at least 9 inches, possibly 10 and thick too.
      Unlike my husbands, Fred's was circumcised, and stood "proud and tall"
      with large veins that stood out from the richly purple colour of his
      manhood. Sandra seemed to sense my apprehension and leaned over towards me
      and gently but firmly took my hand and drew me to the table. It seemed the
      two of them had been through this routine before as Fred also sensed my
      unease and discretely closed his eyes. Without the feeling of being ogled
      I soon lost the tenseness and eased my way towards the table and body
      waiting there. While still holding my hand in her left hand Sandra was
      slowly sliding her right hand up and down Fred's penis. I watched,
      fascinated, it wasn't long before Fred started to squirm a little, showing
      signs that he was about to cum, observing Sandra this and slowed her
      strokes to prolong his pleasure.

      All the time this was happening, Sandra was slowly but surely bringing my
      hand closer to Fred's penis, and before I knew it Sandra slowly removed
      her hand and replaced it with mine while still enclosing my hand in hers.

      It was really happening, I was giving a hand job to a man I had never seen
      before. His penis slid easily in my hand, I wasn't sure what I thought it
      would feel like, but it felt lovely and warm, it seemed like the natural
      thing to do was continue with slow stokes as Sandra had been doing, but I
      guess Fred was past sensuality and was feeling the need to be relieved as
      he suddenly reached across me and placed his hand on my breast. Although
      this surprised me I wasn't startled, as the touch was ever so gentle. With
      his eyes still shut Fred suddenly whispered, " Oh fuck" and with that he
      let go with a stream of cum that not only went all over his stomach but
      spayed over my hand and up my arm, some even made it onto my best Victoria
      secrets bra.

      Unfortunately the suddenness of this made me jump, letting go of his
      penis, Sandra and Fred burst into laughter at my reaction. Sandra took
      hold of a tissue and put it in my hand and motioned for me to wipe up the
      mass of cum, it was a strange feeling standing there cleaning cum from my
      breasts and the torso of a man that less than an hour ago was a complete
      stranger. It wasn't until Sandra was going through what she called her,
      "calming routine" that I suddenly felt dampness between my legs again,
      seeing that Sandra was still draped over Fred's body and they were
      completely oblivious to my presence I turned slightly away and inched my
      fingers into my panties. Good lord! I had never known myself to be this
      wet, it was all I could do to stop myself from fingering my pussy, if I
      had been alone I knew that I would have been unable, or unwilling, not to
      bring myself to a shuddering climax. After a few moments Sandra and Fred
      untangled themselves and sliding off the table she took Fred's hand and
      led him to the shower.

      Suddenly alone, with what I knew would be but a brief break I plunged my
      fingers into my pussy and I came almost immediately, aware that Sandra
      and Fred were but a shower door away I stifled my moans and it was all
      I could do to stop myself falling in a heap on the floor.
     
      As Sandra and Fred stepped out of the shower they could
      hardly not notice the smile on my face and once again they burst into
      laughter in unison, they were indeed in no doubt what I had been up to.
      Feeling embarrassed by their discovery I turned my back, discarded my
      lingerie and stepped into the shower.

      Chapter 02

      I stood for what seemed an eternity under the soothing water that cascaded
      over my body and a peaceful bliss came over me. Confused by my reaction to
      my first massage experience I justified myself by thinking that I was
      turned on by the sexy body that I had been exposed too. How would I re-act
      when confronted by a less than average client?

      Gathering my thoughts I pondered my next move. I could hear Sandra in the
      next room and knew that I would have to face her sooner or later, so
      clutching a towel to my body I gingerly stepped out of the shower. Sandra
      was tidying the massage table and as I came into the room she looked up
      and smiled. Well that wasn't too bad was it she enquired? I had to admit
      that if this was a typical example of her work then I knew that I could
      cope with being a massage therapist.

      Sandra had a gap in her bookings and her next client was not due for 30
      minutes so we finished tidying the room then went into the lounge and made
      ourselves a coffee. All the while the phone in the little office off the
      lounge kept constantly ringing, keeping Suzette busy. This was obviously a
      very busy little operation. It seemed in no time at all that the front
      door bell rang and Sandra's next client had arrived, she went down to let
      him in and returned with him to the lounge. Sandra introduced him as
      Ranji, and he smiled and shook my hand, he seemed to hold my hand longer
      than you would normally expect when shaking hands, but at the time I
      thought nothing of it. He was tall and quite slim, 50ish, he had a bushy
      moustache that was quite white and contrasted against his very dark skin.
      He settled onto the couch but seemed to be unsure of himself. Suzette came
      into the room and offered Ranji a coffee, but he asked for a juice
      instead. Ranji followed Suzette into the kitchenette while she was pouring
      his juice and I could hear them talking, although only in whispers, but I
      did hear my name mentioned. The conversation continued briefly, then
      Suzette called me over.

      Michelle, Ranji has requested that you do his massage, I have explained to
      him that you have not yet decided if you want to work with us, but he is
      quite insistent. What do you think she asked? I had already decided that I
      was willing to work in the studio but this took me completely by surprise.
      I wondered if I was ready to massage on my own. After some thought I said
      to Ranji that I thought he would be better having his massage done by
      Sandra as he had originally booked, because I hadn't had any previous
      experience and at this would be my very first one. Ranji's eyes lit up
      when he heard this and said that he was sure that my lack of massage
      skills was not a deterrent to him. Ranji and I continued chatting while
      Suzette went and asked Sandra if she minded if I did Ranji's massage, she
      just came over and gave me a big hug and said welcome to our place!

      Suzette took the door fee from Ranji, then suggested that I use room 3,
      saying it was next to the room that Sandra and I had previously used. I
      led Ranji down the hall to our room and showed him in. As I shut the door
      behind us I could feel the butterflies in my stomach starting to flit
      around. Ranji seemed charming and chatted about his work as he started to
      disrobe. My first impression of Ranji was right, he was slim but not
      skinny, his very dark skin almost a shine to it. I handed him a towel as
      he peeled down his boxers, he made no attempt to cover himself but
      sauntered into the shower carrying the towel.

      My moment of truth had arrived, as I stepped out of my skirt I found
      myself wondering what Ranji would think of my body, I hesitated before
      removing my bra and panties and caught sight of myself in the full length
      mirror beside the massage table, I knew that any man would love the sight,
      and before I new it Ranji was stepping out of the shower. He stood with
      his towel partially covering him and casually looked me up and down. Now I
      was self conscious and turned my back to him to continue undressing. No
      no, please he said, don't turn round I want to look at you. "You'll have
      to get on the table I said" as I was very aware of his eyes following my
      every move. He seemed to realise that he was not helping his cause by
      making me nervous, so he climbed on the table and turned his head. As I
      continued to undress I realised that he was still watching me in the
      mirror, but at least it wasn't as obvious.

      It still surprises me but as soon as I started to apply the warm oil to
      Ranji's legs, the nervousness that I had felt disappeared and it wasn't
      long before I felt quite comfortable as I first massaged his legs then
      moved onto his buttocks and back.

      The music that was being played over the built in system was soothing and
      I found myself getting into a rhythm as I proceeded, remembering the way
      Sandra had done the earlier massage. Long slow strokes, at first
      reasonably firmly, then easing to be more sensuous until it was just a
      very light touch. You must have had a very good tutor Ranji said, you are
      doing an excellent job for a first massage. The touch seemed to come quite
      naturally I replied, and I thought to myself that I was only trying to
      touch, as I would like to be touched.

      As I moved around to the head of the table to massage Ranji's shoulders,
      he dropped his arms from the table and from here he was able to reach
      around behind me and lightly stroke the back of my legs. I had seen Fred
      do this to Sandra so I should have been ready. It was obviously a standard
      move! It actually felt nice and I found myself lingering in that position
      to prolong the feeling. As I hadn't moved away Ranji took this as a green
      light to further his touching and he slowly moved his fingers in little
      circles up my inner thighs, he was obviously practised at this manoeuvre
      as I was not really aware of what he was up to until his fingers were only
      centimetres away from my most private parts. I wasn't ready for him to
      touch me there so I casually moved so as to make it awkward for him to
      reach. He made no attempt to try and force the issue, and continued with
      the gentle caresses on my thighs.

      I slowly moved down the other side to the foot of the table to do a body
      slide on his back. I applied a generous amount of oil over my breasts as I
      had seen Sandra do and climbed onto the table. When my breasts first made
      contact with Ranji's skin I was amazed but my nipples became hard
      instantly and as I continued with the body slide the feeling intensified
      and I could feel myself getting aroused, I was getting wet. Once again I
      found myself lingering on this part of the massage, Ranji obviously had no
      objections here and just soaked up the sensations he was feeling from the
      contact with my breasts. After a while I found that my arms became quite
      tired from supporting me, so I climbed down and asked Ranji to turn over.

      As he did I saw that I wasn't the only one that was aroused, he was
      starting to get an erection. Even in this semi hard state he had quite a
      nice sized cock. When Sandra had massaged Fred she had applied oil to his
      penis as soon as he had rolled over, but I noted that while she was
      massaging his legs his erection had subsided somewhat. I thought I would
      try and prolong the expectations and not apply oil to Ranji's penis until
      I was ready to do my body slide on his front. My plan was to use a bit of
      tease to keep him eager, and I thought, make the hand relief easier.

      My mind kept going back to the massage that Sandra had given Fred, and I
      tried to follow the pattern that she had used. Long slow strokes up his
      legs, as I moved further up his legs Ranji slowly opened them inviting me
      to massage his inner thighs. His eyes were closed and I could hear him
      moaning very softly as moved slowly past his scrotum and now fully erect
      penis. As I moved around the table I found that I was back in range and it
      was no time at all before he was taking advantage of this and started
      caressing my legs again. Once again I found myself lingering so as to
      enjoy the sensation. Leaning over him I was now using my breasts on his
      chest, while using one hand to continue slowly stroking his legs.

      Moving over his chest with my breasts I was able to very softly blow on
      his nipples and this had an immediate effect, his nipples hardened and
      penis noticeably twitched. It was pleasing to see his reaction to my
      ministrations, so I continued further down his body and did the same thing
      to his penis. Boy did that bring a reaction, his body arched upwards and I
      felt the tip of his penis brush my lips. At the same time he put his hand
      behind my head and very softly tried hold my mouth there. I gently moved
      away to the foot of the table and climbed on ready to give him his body
      slide.

      This time I stayed on my knees as I slowly moved up using my forearms on
      his thighs and I repeated the soft blowing as I moved getting closer and
      to his manhood. Suddenly I felt wicked, and as I moved towards his penis I
      gave a light little lick over his scrotum and up the underside of his ever
      increasingly hard cock. Once again the twitch and a quite audible moan.
      Now I moved down a little and used my breasts on his cock, this had him
      writhing and once again he had his hands on my head and was trying to
      bring my mouth towards his cock. To counter this move I proceeded further
      up his body now he tried to get his mouth to my breasts. I allowed him to
      nibble on my breasts. I had not always found this stimulating but Ranji
      was obviously well practised as once again I found my nipples hardening
      and a serious wetness developing between my legs. Time to get down I
      thought to myself.
     
      Getting off the table I reached for the oil and started to apply it
      lovingly to Ranji's penis, he felt warm and smooth in my hand and I
      couldn't help but notice the stark contrast of my white skin against the
      jet black colour of Ranji's penis, it was quite erotic, here I was, a well
      bred white catholic girl with my hand around this Indian mans cock, slowly
      masturbating him as he lightly caressed my breasts with one hand and with
      the other was attempting to get between my legs. I found myself unable to
      resist as he slowly inched towards my pussy, I even shifted my stance to
      make it easier for him. I had already cum once today but it didn't take
      long for me to reach another orgasm. I could feel myself starting to
      quiver and I knew that I would be unable to hide the fact that I was
      cumming from Ranji.

      I had been so ingrossed in my sensations that I was initially unaware that
      Ranji had been talking to me the whole time, but as my orgasm subsided I
      could hear him whispering to me "put it in your mouth" over and over
      again. This had an unbelievable affect on me and I found myself with an
      incredible urge to do just that. Slowly I moved my mouth towards his
      beautifully erect penis, seemingly unable to stop myself. Firstly I took
      just the tip into my mouth, it tasted slightly salty as pre cum oozed out.
      He felt so good that I took more into my mouth until I had all of him, I
      could feel him in the very back of my throat. I wasn't long before this
      triggered yet another even more explosive orgasm and as I came again Ranji
      exploded into my mouth. I had never experienced a man who had such a lot
      of jism, and I was unable to swallow quickly enough to stop some spilling
      out of my mouth running down my cheeks.

      We stayed cuddled together for some time and took the chance to wind down.
      The intensity slowly passed and I made my way to turn on the water in the
      shower for Ranji, as he entered the shower I joined him and took the soap
      and lathered his body to remove the oil, Ranji put his arms around me and
      tried to kiss me, but by now the moment had passed and I had regained
      senses. I stepped out of the shower and towelled myself dry, instead of
      putting my clothes back on I wrapped the towel around me. I busied myself
      tidying the massage table and replacing the linen for the next client

      Ranji dressed quickly and before leaving the room he gave me a big hug and
      handed me a fifty dollar bill. That was really a great massage he said, I
      can't believe that you haven't massaged before. As he left the room I
      could hear him talking to Suzette on the way out. The report was good and
      Ranji had given me a glowing report card.

      I later learned that he was a past master at choosing new girls for his
      massage so he could try and take advantage of the situation!

      

I tied him up right where he was. I made my way upstairs to attend to the lady of the house, She was a bit heavy, I’m not into big girls, so I used chloroform on her, tied her up and took her down the stairs. Then I went back up where I knew little Jenny was sleeping away. I saw her picture on his desk a few times, watched her grow up from a gawking little girl to the pretty teen princess she was now. On the thicker side, but 14 thick, so she had a bit of a woman’s figure before her time, but not fat. I sat on her bed, it didn’t take but a few seconds for her eyes to fly open and she let out a little screech before I stifled it with my hand. “Shhhhh sweetness, we’re going to have fun this weekend.” I tied her up too, and made her walk downstairs. I was wearing gloves, a mask the whole deal.  This was a real crime, and I wasn’t about to get caught. I had mom, dad and little Jenny in the front room, leaving the son in the back den. I closed the blinds, locked all the doors and came back. They were all awake, and their eyes were flying around the room. I chuckled.

Mom and dad were crying muffled speech behind their duct tape gags, I didn’t care what they were saying. I went right over to pretty 14-year-old Jenny. I stroked her hair. Squatted down to where she was sitting so we were face to face. “I’m going to take your gag off hunnie, don’t scream or I’ll kill mommy and daddy, understand?” this is when I showed my .45 auto to her and the parents. She nodded, and I took off her gag.

I sat back in the recliner and pulled out my soft cock. The woman started screeching behind her gag. “Shut up you cow” I scolded, she didn’t’ quite down until I put the gun to the girls head. I turned to the girl and spoke softly “Jenny if you want your family to live I want you to suck on my cock” she didn’t seem to understand, so I explained how I wanted her to put her mouth around my penis. She was crying, her hands were tied, but I managed to get her mouth around my shaft, and move her head up and down, it got hard.

I made eye contact with the old man. He couldn’t see my smile behind my mask; I wish he could. “Oh yea Jenny baby you’re so good with your mouth” I coaxed the girl as she picked a rhythm on my cock “Your daddy likes watching you suck my cock Jenny” the girl had tears streaming out of her eyes but she didn’t stop. “Don’t you daddy?” I asked the old man. He tried to get up, and again I pointed the gun at his little girls head as she blew me. The wife was sobbing. I shortly blew my load in Jenny’s mouth, and smiled as I wiped the dribbled cum from her mouth. I kissed her full on the mouth and told her I was proud of her. I took Jenny with me into the kitchen to get a drink. “Jenny dear, you’re a very good girl and I know you’re scared but I want you to know I won’t hurt you or your family if you do as I ask, do you understand?” She nodded. “Good, now im going to untie you, but remember to behave” I waved the gun. Again she nodded and I undid her arms.

I got some ice tea and sat at the table, chatting with the girl. Asking her questions to calm her, it seemed to work. Then I got on my phone, and uploaded the invitation to the newsgroup. I took Jenny back into the living room and turned on the TV. After about half an hour of this awkward family time, the doorbell rang. “The first of our guests” I sang out and answered the door. It was someone in full-face paint. “Hello, and welcome” I greeted. I brought him into the living room “There’s the wife, and the dad, a boy about 19 in the back room if you’re into it, but the girl is all mine” The face paint smiled and went up to the wife. “I likes em chubby” he says, grabbing her tit. The wife tried to struggle, but I scolded her with a stern look and wave of the gun “Now be friendly moms!” she quieted down, and just sobbed as face paint ripped her night gown from her. The doorbell rang again and left face paint kneeling in front of Moms sucking on her tits. Two were at the door this time; I brought them in, with the same introduction and instructions. One of them joined in with the mom, the second one just looked around the house. Soon two of the men were double teaming mom, one had her lips wrapped around his cock while the other plowed into her ample ass. The screams were muffled the tears plenty. I was having the time of my life. As the night wore on, we had a few more visitors. Then finally one guy showed up who wanted the dad. I was waiting for this. He was a large black man wearing a Nixon mask, which made it hilarious. I ordered my ex boss to stand up, and the black guy pulled down his pants. He leaned him over the chair he had been sitting in and right there plunged, without ceremony his large black erection into my bosses bum. The screams, even behind the duct tape were loud, so I walked over, and knocked him on the back of the head, dazing him. I laughed and laughed as I watched the black guy fucking him in the ass. The wife was nothing more than a simpering mess by this time. Having serviced more than her share of men. I knew the older boy in the back was probably awake, a few guys had gone back there earlier, messed with him a bit, but nothing as bad as dad was getting. I had worked myself back up, and turned to my date for the night pretty Jenny. I sat her on my recliner and pushed back her nightgown, I pulled down her panties exposing her pretty pussy. I lifted the bottom of my mask to taste her sweet innocence. I threw each of her legs over the arms of the chair and scooted her ass to the edge. I realized I had an audience, so I really took my time, kissing her pretty thighs and the outside of her sweet pussy before I slid my tongue up and down her blossoming slit..

The mother, who was untied and un-gagged because of her earlier activities started crying and begging me not to. “Shut her up” I ordered over my shoulder. I heard a few slaps and then her muffled cries as she obviously had another cock stuffed in her mouth. I could hear the fathers breathing heavy behind me. The black man had already finished with his ass. I reached up and removed Jenny’s nightgown. She was like a docile angel.

I leaned down and took one of her budding breasts in my mouth, and then the other.

I murmured sweet things to her as I reached between her thighs and rubbed her clit.

There were a few cocks out being rubbed as they watched. I looked behind me to make sure my boss had an unobstructed view of me defiling his little girl. I decided to move Jenny over to the coffee table, where I had her sit on the edge, I knelt before her and stared right into the old mans face as I slid my cock up into her daughters tight virgin hole. Jenny cried out as I snapped her hymen. God damn this girl was tight. I looked over at my ex boss, and saw his staring between his daughters thighs. I looked down too to see her little red swollen pussy lips wrapped tightly around my cock. She had only traces of hair yet. After I let Jenny’s pussy relax a bit around my cock I started moving in and out of her. It wasn’t the easiest thing; she was tighter than I’ve ever had. She was a pretty little girl, but I knew a lot of girls 14 who had plenty of cock in them, thankfully Jenny was a good girl. I finished with a great show, and when I pulled my cock out I was oddly turned on by my white cum being mixed with a little bit of her virginal blood.

I saw my ex-boss was weeping into his gag. I wanted more. I went over and put the gun to his head.. I ripped off his gag and ordered him to go eat his little girl’s cunt. He begged me not to, I clicked off the guns safety. He got the message, I kicked him as he tried to scoot over, his gaping bloody ass dripping over his torn down pants as he hobbled on his knees over to where his daughter sat on the table. I put the gun at the back of his skull and pushed his face into her pussy “EAT my cum from her pussy now” and he did. It was obvious too obvious that after a few minutes he enjoyed eating his little girls pussy. She was lying back on her elbows, and I thought I heard a few sighs of pleasure from her as well when her dad worked his tongue over her love button. The night tore by in a hurry, more people came and went. I lost track. At daybreak it slowed down, the neighbors were awake and might notice the traffic. There were about 7 of us in the house with the family.

Some slept, some took turns fucking the wife, the boss and I’m sure back in the den the son. But no one fucked my sweet Jenny except for me. I took her at least 3 more times that day. I had her make me some sandwiches, and I ate as I had her blow me. As night fell, I let some of the guys leave. I knew no more would be coming; I had put the end note on my newsgroup. I rounded up the family. The teen son had been worked over quite a bit , probably from those fairies who showed up drunk. Poor kid. The dad had his share of cock in his ass and mouth too, recalling the scenes made me chuckle. The mother and her big floppy tits disgusted me so I made her sit behind the couch. Jenny I had sit in my lap as I explained how this all would end.

“I’m going to get cleaned up and get Jenny cleaned up, then I’m going leave and instruct Jenny when she can untie you all. You will not call the cops; you will not come and try to find me. Remember all those people in this out last night? HALF of them WERE cops. You won’t get anywhere”. The boss stared at me with blank angry eyes. The son’s eyes still held fear. “You can of course do whatever you want, but remember, I know where you all live, and this could have ended much differently.” I said this while staring at my ex boss, I wonder if he recognized my voice yet.

I tied the 3 back up and went upstairs with Jenny to shower. I took my time, I soaped up her pretty body, got my cock hard again, In her parents shower I slicked up my cock and her ass, and I took the only thing Jenny had left to give me. Her ass virginity. She cried but did not scream as I felt her ass stretch around my man cock.

I finished too quickly. I used the shower head to clean her out both front and back, just incase they did go to the cops. I kissed her tenderly as I toweled her off and slipped a new nightshirt over her head. I put her back into her bed, and had her swallow a sleeping pill.

I told her to sleep and dream and when she woke up on Saturday morning she could go downstairs and untie her family. I sat there by her bed stroking her hair until I knew she was sound asleep. I trotted downstairs whistling, stopping short when I noticed, that apparently I did not tie mom up quite tight enough because she was loose and trying to get her son loose. She saw me and cried in fear. I quickly made my way over to her and knocked her down. I tightened the knots on the kid’s hands and turned with rage to the mother. “BITCH!” I yelled and kicked her in the stomach. I pulled her up by her hair and drug her into the kitchen. She was sobbing and crying. I pushed her down on the kitchen table, and spread her legs. I took my gun and shoved the barrel up her smelly pussy. “You don’t listen well you cow” I said in a menacing voice. She was pleading for me not to kill her. I stepped back and removed the gun. I went and wiped it off.

I went to the fridge and got out two cucumbers and tossed them at her. “Shove these in your holes cow” she hesitated only a second until she looked at my gun, crying she did as she was told, she lay there legs spread on the table, once cucumber in her pussy one in her gaping ass. Her thighs were bruised from the last 24 hours of rape I took out my phone and snapped a few dozen shots. “Your husbands office will enjoy these” I said laughing. I tied her back up that way and left her spread eagle fucked by veggies on the table. I went quietly out the back door, jogged the few blocks to the mall, got into my car and drove home. GOD that was fun.