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The two groups

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It was 9 o'clock in morning on a nice Saturday. Josh, a tall 17 year old boy sat upon a step infront of a broken down cabin. The cabin or clubhouse was used by most of all the teenagers around the neighborhood as a hangout. A place to retreat from their parents, get drunk, smoke, and have a good time. Over the years, the place had been decked out with different things. Some people brought stuff and left it there. There were several chairs, two couches that weren't in the best shape, and a few other odds and ends. Of all the places where young people hung out, this was the most visited. Some people dared to spend the night with their boyfriends or girlfriends. Sometimes a group of guys, girls, or a bit of both would stay the night, awake into the wee hours of the morning. Playing games

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, drinking beer, or whatever else they could think of.

And of all of these people who went to this retreat, there were 2 groups. One of all girls, and one of all guys. Of the groups, there was just one person that 'lead' them around. Ashley being the girls' leader, Josh being the boys'. Now don't get me wrong, the group didn't get bossed around by their ringleaders, nor did they all stay together all the time. Most of the guys tried to mingle with the girls, and vise virsa. Relationships developed and were ruined all the time. Mostly it was a mess of people going out with her, and him, and then her, and then him. Well two people who never did anything near eachother were Ashley and Josh.

No one knew why. Ashley was very pretty, she has straight dirty blonde hair. She's a fair height, 5'5". She couldn't weigh more than 110 pounds, and she has a nice C. Every guy wanted some, and a lot of girls wanted to be like her. She has a casual style of clothing. On this certain Saturday she was wearing a good length blue skirt, and a clean white t-shirt.

Josh was about average. He did go to the gym once in a while, so he wasn't all skin and bones. He had a nice tone body, nothing bodybuilder about him. Short brown hair, and he is 6'3". His sence of style was far from anything but just being comfortable in a pair of faded green shorts and a gray shirt that listed funny things NOT to say to a police officer.

Now on this beautiful Saturday morning, Josh waited for 2 of his best buds, Kevin and Shawn. They were bringing some beer over and they were just going to shoot the shit and drink. Well he waited for maybe 15 minutes, he heard someone coming up the pass. Need I mention, this cabin was nestled in the woods a bit. It was a little haul to get to the hangout, but out of view of the parents' watch. Josh looked up only to be disappointed. Three girls about the age of 16-18 were walking up, magazines in hand, chatting about who knows what.

He recognized them all right away. There was Ashley the bitch, Kirsten the O.K. down the earth chick, and finally Gianna, the slut. Josh, being the ...polite... person he was, got up so they could go inside. Of course, this was anybodys' place to go. But he wanted it to just be the guys today.

"Out of the way", sneered Ashley as she waited for Josh to get out of the doorway.

Josh stopped in his tracks, and looked at her. "Never thought I'd see the bitch queen and her minions today. How are you, Ashley?" He asked it so nonchalantly, like she was dirt.

Now don't get me wrong, at one time these two used to be best friends, attached at the hip. But one day, Josh was caught pants down with another good friend of Ashley's and well nothing was the same. Plus it's not like Josh's friends didn't mouth off how they made out with Ashley, and whatever else.

Kirsten sighed. "You guys, chill out theres enough room in here for all of us. I'm just ready to get baked and sit around." She smiled, pulling out the bit of weed she had in a bag. Enough for a blunt or 2. Everyone, even Josh and Ashley both looked interested. Weed, beer, and getting fucked up was usually a good way to pass the time now a days.

Ashley then whipped her head back to Josh. "Just keep your dirty hands off my friends, you think you can get an easy piece of ass, but you can't. You're ugly anyway"

Josh could have just spit in her face and pushed her into the dirt and laughed at her. But instead, and he shot a sarcastic look at her and flipped Ashley off. "Why don't you just go die, we don't need a snobby bitch like you here to ruin the fun. Plus I got some guys coming over, so you'd better make room and deal with it bitch." He held out "bitch" a little longer than the rest of the statement.

You would have sworn to see a look of disappointment in Ashley's face, but she turned and went inside, following her friends.

-- 10 minutes after that --

Josh stood, back rested against the wall of the cabin.� He finally heard the loud sound of restless boys walking the trail. He looked up to see Shawn and Kevin coming up, three 6 packs between the 2 of them, and grins ear to ear.

"Lets get this shit down, I brought some weed too" Shawn spoke first.

Kevin added, "Well fuck, I didn't bring a lighter."

Josh pushed himself against the wall, moving away from the cabin. "Nah bitches in there are rolling one up, we could probably snatch theirs."

They all aggreed and opened the door to go inside. Once everyone got over staring at eachother, the guys too the remaining couch, putting the beers on� a side table. Tension between the six as they both sat there for a moment. Then the girls turned back, resorting to whispering the latest gossip. Giggling and looking back at the boys once in a while. After a few moments after that, the boys all opened a beer, and shot the shit until they were all done with their first.

"Do any of yall have a lighter?" Kevin asked, he was the youngest and more of a prude to his group. He had just turned 16.

Ashley looked up first, stopping Gianna from blurting out 'Yeah sure!'. "Nothing for you boys, why don't you just leave anyways."

Sitting across the room, the two groups looked at eachother. Nothing was said for a few minutes, and then Josh took his bottle cap and threw it at the girls. Bullseye, it clocked Ashley right on the side of the head, as she finally turned back to a magazine. Boy was she pissed.

"Now what the fuck did you have to do that, you asshole?!" She jumped up, almost screaming. She stood there for a second, then she stormed out, Kirsten following her. Gianna only watched, she didn't see the big deal. I mean come on, it was a bottle cap to the head. Kind of funny actually. She was smiling.

After what seemed like an hour, Ashley and Kirsten came back in the house. Ashley looked like she had been crying a bit. Kirsten looked worried at Ashley, then angrily to Josh and his gang.

"Lets go, fucking bastards can have the damn place.." Ashley sniffed "Gianna, we're going!" Upset she was, Ashley stormed out, never looking at the boys. Gianna and Kirsten followed. At that moment, Josh felt kind of shitty. He had always liked Ashley, but hell she was such a bitch sometimes, he had no idea what she was like.

"Man fuck them" Shawn claimed, getting another beer and drinking a swig.

--Sunday afternoon, around 7pm--

A little dark out, Josh head to the clubhouse. He had no one planned on meeting. He was bored, and he had nothing else to do. Maybe someone was there. He made his way to the door, opening it to see Gianna, Ashley, and Kirsten. Right away, Josh turned to go, and then he looked back at the 3. They were as supprised as he was. Then he did spin around, walking away.

During the whole walk home, which was about 5 minutes, Josh cursed himself for being a dick. Once he got home, he went straight to his room. Not 10 minutes later, he heard a tap on his window. Josh got up from his bed, listening to music on his stereo. Opening the window to see Ashley, whom he least expected.

Ashley didn't even know what to really say. She was at a loss for words, and she was unsure what made her come to him anyways. She always questioned that. Why was she such a bitch to him, but always sneaked looks at him when he wasn't looking. She really didn't know.

"You know... I'm sorry abo-" Josh started

"No no no" Ashley stopped him. "Well... I just..." She was stumped on what to say. She wanted to just burst out with her feelings and grab Josh and fuck his brains out. But thats not the real world. "I don't know" And with that, she walked off, into the dark.

--The next day at school--

First period was a drag. Josh heard the bell ring to go to second, and made his way to the door. Walking to his next class, he met Ashley in the hall. She looked quite happy actually. She had a nice short black skirt on and a blue t-shirt to go with. Ashley went straight up to Josh, who at that moment, was standing against the wall talking to a buddy, Will.

Glancing over, Josh was taken by supprise when Ashley pushed his back to the wall and pressed her body up to his. Her left leg nestled right in his crotch, not pressing hard to hurt, more or less rubbing. Will backed off as he watched this. Ashley got as close as Josh's face as she good. Grabbing his confused hands, she put them on her side, basically on her ass.

"Theres no way you fuck with me like that and don't get punished" Ashley whispered in a huskey voice. At that moment, fully known by Ashley, Principal Hillcons walked up to them, in shock.

"Why don't you two report to my office right now, seems you can't follow the school rules!" Josh was still confused, and Ashley only smiled, pushing her left leg more into his crotch, and then seperating from him.

It took Josh a minute, that fucking bitch! She meant to do this, and that hoe just got him in trouble for nothing. He signed heavily and walked with Ashley and Hillcons to the main office.

"Now I KNOW you two know about our school rules here. I mean come on, you're both Juniors and you've been here long enough." He walked into his office, commanding them both to sit down. He looked around his room, deciding on a punishment. "You're both suspended for the rest of the day..."

"..but" Josh started.

"But nothing young man! Publicly showing all that out there in the hall is a mockery of my staff, and makes the school look like a terrible place for teenagers to gallop around and dry fuck eachother!" Hillcons yelled.

Now Ashley and Josh knew, Hillcons meant business. They didn't say another thing. After a while of the paperwork, Hillcons handed them both notes for what they had done, and sent them out. Both drove themselves, so they were seen to it that they left campus. Ashley snickered down the hall, walking next to Josh.

"Boy was he pissed!" She chanted, like they were both good friends.

"Why the FUCK would you do that you lousy bitch?" Josh turned to her.

Ashley brushed it off, she had him right where she wanted, and she was tired of being pushed around. It was time to be bold. Fortunately, there parents wouldn't get the notice, but in the mail, a few days later. The school board was very lax about their highschool standards. Plus this almost always got to the parents, and made them more angry when they found out days later. Hillcons loved that part.

The drive home for Josh was terrible. He knew he hadn't done anything but been a victim of this crazy bitch. But he went home, parked his car, went to his room, and crashed on his bed.

Probably an hour later, a knock at his door. He feared a neighbor had seen his car, and would ask him what was going on. Instead, he was stupified to see Ashley standing there, with an even shorter black skirt, and a red t-shirt that read "Too hot"

"What could you possibly want?!" Josh asked with a shrill voice. He was so pissed off that she would resort to something so evil, so cunning to get him back for a fucking bottle cap.

"Cut the shit Josh. I've seen you checking me out, and I'm pretty sure I felt a boner and hands grabbing my ass back at school." Ashley said cooly, she had thought what she was going to say already, and she loved it.

".. Well ..." Josh mumbled, he was lost and embarrassed.

"Now I'll tell you one thing, I've wanted you along time now" Ashley said, moving in and putting her finger on his chest. Josh was taken back by all of this, he stepped back. Ashley entered the room. He closed the door behind her, and from there, emotions collided and he was against the wall, and she was pressed into him, locked in a deep kiss. His hands straight for her ass, bare underneath her short skirt. A small thong, he could feel, but the bare flesh felt so great.

Ashley's hands went straight for his belt buckle. Unloosening and unbuckling his pants, as they fell down. From there, she broke the kiss, and squatted down to get met with a 7 inch dick. In her world of lust, she took the head in her mouth, sucking hard. She needed it so bad. Bobbing her head quickly, she calmed down only after a few moans and grunts from Josh. From there, Josh pulled her off of him, and backed down and sat on the couch in the living room. From there, she resumed, her knees on the floor, sucking away at his dick. He tried to hold her hair out of her wait. But that was mostly so he could watch her go up and down like a mad woman on his dick. He felt so close, when she stopped. Looking up at Josh, Ashley said in her most seductive, slutty way. "Now get down, and eat my clit baby"

Josh was lost in lust, he got up. She lied down on the couch, and he went straight to her pussy with his tongue. He hips bucked up with first contact, she moaned like the whore she was truely being as Josh went wild, drunk with lust as he licked away at her wet clit.

She must have orgasmed twice in that time, she never kept quiet. Josh didn't care, he was so focused at the job at hand, he didn't care about anything else. After probably 10-15 minutes of eatting her out, he pushed back and got on his feet. She knew what was coming now and she was no virgin. He ripped out from his wallet, a condom and put it on so fast, he was sure he ripped it. At that point, he didn't have time. She wanted it now, and so did he. He drove his dick right into her pussy.

Explosions everywhere, their eyes connected, and he pumped back and forth slowly at first. After a minute of getting used to his size, Ashley was quick to push back on his cock. The more the merrier, she was lost in an abyss of pleasure. This went on for 20 minutes, neither of them giving up to the other. Then Ashley called out.

"Oh god! Oh god! Oh my gooooooood!!!! Oh baby I'm cumming, don't stop! Don't stop!!"

Josh pushed harder, he felt himself give way only a brief second after he thought she was finished, he pulled his dick out, pealing the condom off, as he squited cum all over her breasts, stomach, and a little got on her face. After that he stood there, stooped over her, a hand on the back of the couch, panting like he had just ran a race. He looked at her, and she looked at him. Nothing was said but they felt and thought the same thing.

'I love you'

On the Way Home

ZWriter on Teen Stories

 Here is an edited version of this story's previous post. It was meant to be a serious of two or three one-shots, but here it is in it's entirity, due mostly to comments. I hope you like it.

 

Agian, this is completly fictional.

        

           Here I was on my way home. I usually stay after school for swim practice, which today was unexpectedly cancelled, so here I was heading home. I don’t have a key to the house, but that’s not a problem. See, my mom and dad work long hours to keep us living comfortable, which leaves me and my younger brother at home alone for long periods of time. My 13 year old

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brother Noah is the one with the key, his school gets out earlier, plus he doesn’t do any activities after school.

            I walked up to the door, jiggled the handle. Locked? I knocked loudly but nothing. Maybe, for some odd reason he wasn’t home yet. Not to worry, the back door was usually unlocked just for this type of incident.

            Starting around the side of the house, I heard a sound. Looking in the window I saw it. I had always wondered what my brother did between the time he got out of school and the time I got home, and there it was, clear as day.

            I couldn’t believe what I was seeing! There was my younger brother sliding up and down on his best friend’s cock. His best friend, Phil, was lying on my brothers bed, head towards the window, as my brother, Jim, quite overtly, was rear mounted on Phil’s member. Worse yet, he was saying things like “I love feeling your hard cock inside me” and “Oh god, fuck my ass.” I knew I should rap on the window and stop this but I couldn’t take my eyes off of this boy’s hard schlong sliding in and out of my brother’s ass. I even found my hand rubbing my growing bulge, as I thought “What is wrong with me?” and “Am I gay, like my brother so obviously is?”

            Then I heard the next noise. This one wasn’t coming from inside the room, but from around the corner. I slowly followed the noise and got my second shock of the day. There our next door neighbor, Cheryl. Cheryl had lived next door for as long as I could remember. We had been friends early on, but had grown apart over the years, but that didn’t stop me from fantasizing. She was the subject of many a wanking session, her smallish tits, tight ass, and even tighter body made me drool just thinking about it.

            There was Cheryl leaned up against the fence between her yard and mine with her skirt around her ankles. She was definitely watching the action through the side window, but now she had other things in mind. I watched frozen as her two fingers plunged in and out of her bare, shaven pussy. With each stroke she moaned a bit more, eyes closed in ecstasy. Her thrusts growing faster and faster, she finally said something that caught me completely off guard (like any of this was expected). “Oh god yes, Adam, fuck my brains out.”

            She was fantasizing about me! For years I had been fantasizing about her and here she was fingering herself and fantasizing of me. Now or never, I walked up to her and replaced her hand with mine and started banging her slowly, relishing my first feel of a girl’s insides. This went on for what felt like forever, but I know that it was just a little while before she realized she wasn’t in control anymore and opened her eyes.

            “Oh god, Adam, I didn’t know.”

            Then she looks down at my very noticeable bulge, and said the words.

            “Adam, fuck me.”

            She didn’t have to say it twice. I dropped my shorts and boxers quite quickly. She gasped as she reached down to take hold of my 8 inch member, placing it in line with her perfect snatch. I fumbled around a bit, pressing my head against her bud, but soon she took control, wrapping her legs around my body. With surprise, I put my hands out to support her miniscule frame, as she lowered herself slowly onto my completely hard unit.

            The warmth was unbearable, tightness ungiving, it was the most incredible thing I had ever felt. After going down a little ways, she rose up again, stopped for a second, then plunged down. With a gasp, she bit her lip.

            “Are you OK?”

            She just nodded with a slight m’hm, so I started to assist her, as the un-imaginable feeling flowed through my body. It took all of my self-control to not cum right there and then.

            As she slid up and down my rod, she just seemed to get tighter, ending in her going completely limp. I had no clue what was going on, just this was the best thing I had ever felt in my life, so I laid her on her back and kept sliding in and out of her as slowly and methodically as I could. My mouth found her perfect, bare tits and I intently nibbled and sucked while going at her.

            She was going nuts, and I was afraid that someone would hear her, so I took her lips in mine. The funny thing was that this was my first kiss. This went on for what felt like ages, then she worked her lips from mine to take a breath, and pant:

            “I’m on the pill; I want to feel your juices flow through me.”

            Hearing this drove me nuts. I just started moving faster and faster to the point you could almost hear my balls slamming her ass. We both came in one last hoorah, falling in a passionate kiss.

            Lying there in a daze, my dick still firmly planted inside my next door neighbor Cheryl, it hit me. We’re lying outside my house on the ground! What if someone saw us in our passion? I snapped back to reality and brought this to my lover’s attention.

            “Let them see us, I don’t care” she said surprisingly.

            “What if my brother saw us? I could be in some big trouble!”

            “I hope his gay ass saw us. Not like he’ll tell, saying that we know what he does with those after school hours. Who do you think your parents would be madder at?”

            This question caught me off guard. Who would they be madder at?

            “In fact, let’s flaunt it. Let’s go to your room and make sure he sees what real men and women do.”

            This could get me in major trouble, but the other head was thinking again, and had taken control without me noticing. I got up, pulling my pants back on, as Cheryl collected her clothes. I watched as she pulled her skirt back up to her hips and her shirt on over her bare titties.

            My plan was to silently move around the house to the back door, move through the house to the front door, and from there catch my brother Noah in the act with his best friend/lover. It was an easy enough plan to pull off, and soon we were standing in the doorway of Noah’s room, looking at the two love birds.

            Having both obviously cum, Phil was spooning Noah with his cock still up my brother’s ass. I gave a little grunt and a salutation, before turning towards my room. Of course before I left, I had to get my brother’s reaction. He jumped out of his skin grabbing for a blanket, and sputtering, trying to make up some sort of excuse. I didn’t want to hear his stupid excuses, I just wanted for him to catch us in the act, so we hurried off to my room.

            Once inside the door it was a carnal mad house. Cheryl threw off her scant clothing as I dropped my pants and threw off my shirt. She sat on the edge of the bed, legs splayed inviting me to ravage her again, and with me easily being hard again, I was more than willing to oblige.

            I had just slid in when my brother came in. He saw us going at it and stopped in his tracks. I looked over at his wide eyed stare, and then got my first glimpse of his cock he was now slowly stroking. It was astounding. I’m pretty proud of my eight inches, but he had to have at least 11, and a thickness that his hand couldn’t close upon. I watched as Phil came up around him, pulling him into a long and passionate kiss. Phil, breaking away, dropped to his knees, licked up and down my brother’s huge shaft. That was when my attention was pulled back to my own agenda.

            “Adam! Fuck me harder! Rock my world! God, it is better when people are watching!”

            Cheryl was going crazy, so I decided to oblige her. Taking my cock out of her aching pussy, I assisted her in flipping her into doggie position, and continued pleasing her from behind. I didn’t know that Phil and Noah had stopped what they were doing until Phil moved in front of Cheryl and put his member in her face. Not surprisingly she took him into her mouth, guiding with one hand, and propping herself up with the other.

            Looking around for my brother, he was nowhere to be seen, and then I felt it; pressure on my asshole, then a sharp pain that resonated throughout my body. Only one thing could’ve happened, but I was so caught up in my fucking, I didn’t stop. The pain relented, and now I could feel it. Every time pulled out of Cheryl’s godly pussy, I was pulling myself onto my brother’s huge rod. This was an insane feeling, once my ass got used to being full to overflowing with meat, it felt as if my dick was getting fucked by both sides!

            I knew I couldn’t take much more of this, and I was right. We soon all came, me in Cheryl’s pussy, Phil in her mouth, and Noah up my ass. I could feel his seed filling my ass. It wasn’t the best feeling, but it sure was intriguing.

           From then on we were all closer. Whenever Noah needed to eat some cock, he’d sneak into my room at night. Every once in awhile, I had the urge to get fucked up the ass, he’d oblige. Later, Noah and Phil entered into a Union, and I married Cheryl. Many adventures came, but I’ll leave those for another story.

sicence class

ninaness on Teen Stories


 no we cant do this here shes gonna see us. come on it will be fun just put your hand under the table. ok fine just for you ill do it. let me unzip my pants. on my god your hands are cold but dont worry they will warm up.

  you two stop stop what you are doing. stay after class.

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let me show how its really done.

the teacher rips off her shrit and unclips her 36D bra. she makes luis suck on her left nipple telling him to be carefull of her piercing.while she makes nina suck on the right one.but luis has an idea of his own he takes his hand and slowly brings it down to her pussy and starts to rub. he notices she is really wet and sticks a finger in her pussy. dont stop at one

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put in more.not wanting nina to miss out he starts to play with her too. now nina the selfish person she is thows luis on the table and makes him eat her out. the teacher not wanting to be left out start to suck on luis's 10inch cock. as nina comes in luis's mouth he licks all of her sweet juice he comes in his teachers mouth. now the two girls swich places and nina starts to suck on luis's cock while he eats out his teacher.he can barely last at the touch of his friend mouth on the head of his penis. but some how he makes it untill his teacher cums all over his face. now it luis turn to have his fun. he turns his teacher over and give it to her up the ass. oh yea i love it hard yells the teacher. now nina not wanting to just stand there and do nothing sits her tight pussy in front of her teachers face and the teacher starts to eat her out. at the sight of his best friend and teacher only makes luis go faster and faster till he blows his load in her ass. at the same time nina cums in her teachers mouth. now its my turn says nina almost pushing her teacher off the table wanting to feel his dick in her. luis frist starts to lick then nina yells for him to stop playing and to fuck her the way he should. the teacher now wants to be eaten out by nina and sits on her face eat me out you little whore you know you like it. nina starts to frist play with her teachers clit then sticks her tounge in her juicy hole she is tighter than she thought she would be but then again she is only 25 and fresh out of collage. now luis sticks his dick into nina's tight pussy he is carefull knowing that this is her second time faster luis faster she yells out her voice muffeled by her teachers pussy. luis gives in and starts going faster and faster till nina cant take it anymore and cum wanting to give her more plesure he holds on a little while more letting her climax grown more then her cant take it anymore and shoots his load in her sweet hole. the teacher knowing she is forgotten starts to play with ninas size 36C breasts.making nina come again and making her lick more her teacher finally cums in ninas mouth. she climes off and tells them to clean up before lunch is over so she can get ready for her next class.


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An Ordinary Girl Pt1

bethywalk on Teen Stories

Sexually, I developed early in life. I became more curious with each expeiernce with boys and men. I grew up in Glenorchy, a two-horse village outside Queenstown. In 1980, my parents sent me to boarding school in Christchurch. Most of the other girls had interests in boys, but as my parents had instructed I was there to learn. My first experiences began in 1981, I was 14½ when I was home for the Christmas holidays. 27th December – an absolutely beautiful evening. The sun doesn’t set until 9:30 – 10pm, and its orange glow sparkled on and drifted across the ripples of the lake. I was a petite girl, only about 5 ft 3, maybe 55 kilograms after a big Sunday roast. I have always kept my sandy hair long, down to just below my shoulder blades. After spending the day helping
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my dad in the shearing shed, sorting wool, as the shearers worked their way through over a thousand sheep, I had tea, showered, and strolled the lakefront. I clearly remember everything from my clothes to the scene. It was a warm evening and I thought I should have worn shorts instead of light blue jeans. I wore a pink and white striped t-shirt over my training bra. (That’s right, I didn’t have much to show at that time.) Down by the wharf there is a big old red boat shed. We spent many years as kids playing in it and what drew me to it again were my now distant pleasant childhood memories. My eyes searched across the lake for a moment towards Greenstone valley, before I continued towards my past. The heavy sliding doors were closed. I touched them – feeling and seeing the flashbacks of us farming kids innocently playing house. Pulling at the door, the rattling noise startled birds and insects fluttered from their rests. I peered inside. “Hello, come in and have a beer,” Slurred speech of a male greeted me. Surprised, yet feeling brave, I replied, “I don’t know about the beer.” I heard the croak in my adolescent voice. “Oh, you might be a bit young for a beer.” Innocently, I stepped up into the shed. “What are you doing here?” Still the croak was in my voice. “Relaxing after a day of hard work with a couple of beers. You?” “I played here as a kid.” “You’re still a kid.” I walked forward, my eyes now adjusting quickly to the partial darkness. “So are you,” I retorted. “Actually, I’m twenty-six. Looks like I’ve got fourteen years on you.” “Eleven and a half, actually.” He looked younger than he said and slightly irritated me with his condescending attitude, which suddenly changed. “Sorry, my name’s Jase, and you are?” “Beth.” He was sitting up against the far wall. He stood leaving numerous cans on the floor and approached me. Holding out his hand to shake mine, I obliged, then he took my hand and kissed the back of it. “A pleasure to meet you Beth. Short for Elizabeth?” “Yes, short for Jason?” “Just Jase.” “Okay, just Jase.” I remember returning his smile, yet my memories tell me mine was innocent. “Should I go?” “No, it’ll be nice to have company. You sound like you need a drink though.” I finally cleared my throat. “No, I’m all right, but thank you.” “Go on. It doesn’t hurt, and besides it is the season for it.” Jase bent down, picked up a can, broke open the tab and put it in my hand. “Have a seat.” “Thank you.” I sat down, took a sip and burped. “You’re a real lady aren’t you?” “I wasn’t expected that.” The bubbly liquid livened my tastebuds. I took another sip. “What is this?” “Beer.” “I shouldn’t be drinking this.” I tried to force the can back onto him, but he pushed it back my way. “It’s okay, you’re safe. Nothing can happen. Who’s going to know?” Rhetorical question, I didn’t answer. Reluctantly, I had another sip. As we talked, the sips became gulps until I finished the can of beer. “I should go now.” I was standing as he reached for another beer. I swayed a little. I didn’t know alcohol had this effect on people. He stood and put the can in my hand. “Have another. We have plenty to get through.” For some unknown reason, I sat back down next to him. As I drank another mouthful, his hand rested on my right leg, half way between my knee and hip. I shivered. “Cold?” “No.” “You ever had a date or a boyfriend?” I was a bit shy at answering, but admitted, “No, and no.” “Shall we call this our first date?” “I don’t know. Where’s the movie and candles?” I’m not sure how it all happened. I know I had finished the second beer. I was on my back just staring at the ceiling. His bristled face scratching my neck as he licked and suck on it’s skin. He put his tongue in my mouth. I whimpered and moved my head to the side disgusted at the aftertaste of beer. I could feel a hand on my right breast and a hand on my left thigh, which moved to my crotch. Then both hands were up my t-shirt and round the back, clumsily undoing my bra as his tongue was licking the sweat from my face. His hands forced my t-shirt and bra up and I soon felt his mouth on one nipple then the other. Whilst paying his slobbering attention to my nipples, I felt my jeans being undone. “Stop.” “Relax honey, you’ll enjoy this.” “No, stop. Please.” “Trust me, it’s all good.” My legs were lifted up and my jeans tugged down to just below my knees. “They’re pretty.” I looked from the ceiling to his face which was staring at my pale blue cotton knickers.” “No, no more. I don’t think I should be doing this.” “Relax, all girls your age are doing this.” He sniffed at my covered crotch. “You smell so sweet and fresh.” I just stared at the ceiling as he sucked and licked my knickers. His bristles scratched my inner thighs. I could feel his spit soaking through the cotton dampening my skin and pubic hair. He pulled my panties to the side and his rough tongue slid up and down my labia. I reached down to push his face away. My hands brushed my knickers. They were soaking wet with his slobber. As I pushed him away, somehow he managed to get my knickers down to my knees. Then he was over me. I could feel his hairy thigh pressing and scraping against mine. Then something not too dissimilar from an uncooked sausage was being roughly pressed against my spit-covered labia. He couldn’t find the entrance. This went on for ages. He found my entrance, pushing and jabbing. As his penis slid up between my lips, I felt a slight throb from it and I could feel my skin and pubic hair becoming damper. He rolled off to the side. I was sore from his rough handling of me. My right hand reached down. I could feel a lot of sticky fluid through my fine pubic hair and all over the outer lips of my vagina. He suddenly spoke. “I’m sorry. That was a bit awkward. It should have been a lot better than that.” I struggled to my feet, pulling my wet knickers over my crotch. I quickly pulled my jeans up. Jase stood and gave me a hug. Still holding me, he looked into my eyes. “Look, I would love to see you again. I didn’t mean for things to get like this. Just give me one more chance. One more date.” I just stared at him. “Look, me and a few friends are having a party on New Years here. It’ll be a lot safer, a lot more people around. Come along. Get to know me. That will be our second date.” Breaking free from his hug, I replied, “We’ll see.” I left the shed and ran round the back, almost in tears. I didn’t know what I should feel. Taking off my jeans and knickers, I threw my panties under the shed, not wanting them. I pulled my jeans back on and walked briskly home.

Kelsey and Jamantha prt:6 my time

Ch0c0lat3G1rl on Teen Stories

the twins stayed in thier room for the next two weeks, only appearing for meals. id given Ly my idafram and brought them a bulk load of condoms.

sometimes i would join them, letting Kyle fuck m ass, face and tits but always stop him before he got to my pussy. there were only to guys i wanted to fuck me there.

i hadn't seen jamantha since the nigh of her fantasy becasue she had gone to visit her mum. greg hadn't been round in a few days, not since he had ducked no off at the movie, but that is another story.

that say was my birthfay so i had expected them to come over in the morning. i kicked the twins out of the house and gotten dressedin a pink skimpy dress.

 they didn't turn up so i went to bed early. it was stifiling hot in my room so i left the win

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dows open. i lay in bed for ages fingering myself thing of having gregs cock up my cunt.

 i gave up on that before i had cum and went to sleep. i woke up when ii felt my arms being pulled above my head. someone sat on the bed next to me and start running their hands up my legs.

another hand started playing with my nipples, tweaking and ulling them. someone leand down and kissed me, i tasted strawbeeries and beer.

the hand on my leg started to move up my legs, pushing my nighty out of the way. the hand crept up my leg until it found mywet pussy. fingers gently massaged my clit before one slipped into my slit.

the hand on my breastsbecamerougher, tearing at my nipples. me and the other soon found a rhythm, grinding against each other.

more fingers were slipped into my  pussy until the whole fist was roughly shoved up inside me. just as i was about to come the fist was removed and my legs were lefted up and out. the hands on my nipples stopped as the second peson stands on the bed and sits down on my stomach.

my legs are spread over someones shoulders, which are moving. the person on my stomach start to pull apart my ass checks as the shoulders stop moving.

something touches my ass, then suddenly plunges in without warning. i gasp in pain and surprise. sudedenly i know what is happening. i gasp again.

before i can say anything,the cock in my ass starts moving in and out fast. at the same time fingers and shoved into my pussy. by this time i am so excited, i can't hold it. i cum all over the fist in my cune.

during and after this the dick and fist don't stop moving until the guy in my ass moans, grunts and cums hard.

the hand comes out of my pussy and the person stands up only to sit back sown only this time on my face. instantly i stick my tongue out and find out that the person onto of me is a naked girl.

i suck the girls clit and stuck my tongue up inside her. she gasped, Jamantha, i thought. the cock comes out of my ass and then gently goes into my pussy. i moan in pain as i am still tender from the earlier beating but soon they change into moans or pleasure.

i wish we could have stayed like that for ever, the guy plunging into my pussy and gently pulling out again. and Jamantha sitting on my face, but all too soon we all came and jamantha hoped off the bed and went to the window..

the guy left his dick in me and lay onto top of me. he kissed me and undid my hands.i looked into his eyes and relised it was Greg. he was wearing one of the masks we had woren for Jamantha.

he brushed my ear with his lips then whispered "marry me". before i could answer he climbed off me and left throught the window.

 

comments welcome at homes_were_da_hart_is@hotmail.com

 

My Teen Funtimes In School

Sultrybuxombbw on Group Stories

In South Alabama as a teen in high school I always had a number of men, boys, women and girls after me for some very obvious reasons. I was was too well endowed for my own good as my aunt Claire told me more than once. I enjoyed the attention I got ,ost of the time and had a lot of little games I played, most pretending to be shy at first and then an animal after.

I had now really found that I enjoyed sex, just sex, and a lot of it and aunt Claire and uncle Jack helped me some but they could not always be around when I was in desparate need. Hitting the 38 to 40EE cup had so much to do with it I know. I had been around people and they did not even know what my face looked like because they stared at my chest. Of course, I loved showing my &quo

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t;girls" of. 4'8" is a different height to be so buxom, almost everyone looks down and since they do all I had to do was unbutton a couple buttons and they were looking at my cleavage. Most tried but few ever managed to look somewhere else.

I went shoping with aunt Claire and we always got something for me that showed off all I had. One day I was leaving to go out to the mall and just walk around some. It was in the 80 degree range and so, I wore a very thin bra, tank top and shorts and sandals. A thong would have been okay but I decided to just bring it wih me in my bag and the shorts were extreme "dasiy-dukes" as they were called. Mine came up and revealed most of the hip and the crotch was only the seam that went between the legs with a little more up and on the back but in the middle it was only the seam so if I sat down and moved my legs apart a little, the seam was usualy in my pussy.

I went to the mall and walked around, got lots of looks and some whistles and I smiled at the ones hat did. No one was actually brave enough to approach me yet so I went to the food court and got a drink and sat down in an area that would allow me, if I wanted to, to move my legs apart and show off a little. I sat a while and was ready to go when an older couple that had been sitting three tables away got up, threw away their trash and walked over to me. "May we sit down?" the man said and I looked at him. The woman and he both looked to be in their early 60s and were in very good shape. He and his wife sat down, "I Racine," she said and shook my hand. "and this is my husband, Todd." and I shook his hand too. Both were very warm and sexy I was noticing. As he sat I glanced at something hangin down his pants leg, either he wore boxers or nothing and it was nice and long I thouht to myself. She leaned forward and her sundess opened a little to show she had no tan lines and she was at least a 38C or so.

"We have been watching you for a while, ae you waiting for someone?" he said. "No, not in particular." I said. "Well, we are leaving and were wondering if you would like to come to the beach house with us, ahhh..." he said, "Teresa" I said. "Yes, hello Teresa, We wanted to know if perhaps yu would enjoy the afternoon and maybe the evening and night at our place." he said and as he did she had taken her purse out of the bag and was taking hundred dollar bills out aimlessly and laying them on the table in front of her. I looked at them and so far there were 5 of them there. "May I go to the rest room for a moment?" I said and they said sure. The look on their faces was that I was not going but I went in fast and took off the bra and put it in my purse and came back out and just for fun I sat there and said, looking at the 5 100 dollar bills, "Now where were we?" My nipples were hard and both saw that. 2 more bills were laid on the table and I said, "I think I would love to go with yo, for he weekend for hat matter" I said and picked up the money and sipped it into my bag.

I stopped at a phone and told aunt Claire I was going to be out all weekend at the beach with friends and we walked to their car. I was a nice sedan and roomy in the seats. Todd opend the back door and I slid in and Racine slid in next to me. The other door opened and Todd got in and a man got in the front. Told his driver to go to the beach house and he said, "Yes sir." I was between them now and our legs touched and I could feel the heat from both of them. Racine gently turned my face to her with her fingers and said, "My you are so lovley, I can't resist any longer." and kissed me, licking my lips and circling my mouth until her tongue slipped in. Her hand dropped to my shirt and she lifted it over my head and off and then her kissed came back to me. Now Todd was massaging my tits and she slipped her hand to a very wet pussy as I spread my legs and put one over each legs of theirs. She was pulling on my clit and making me moan as we kissed and then her fingers slipped in and I showered her hand with an orgasm. "Oh my god, you are hot aren't you" she said licking her fingers. "Yes, wait till I am really warmed up." I told her and her hand dove back in.

I will write more later lovers.

See ya

love

teresa

Lori - A Neighbor's Delight

kc1999 on Sex Stories

LORI - A NEIGHBOR'S DELIGHT - CHAPTER 1
By Kacey1999

Please send your comments and suggestions as the feedback is always appreciated.  This story is written at the request of a reader and I hope I do her fantasy justice.

LORI - A NEIGHBOR'S DELIGHT

Lori and Andy had been married for years and were extremely happy.  Yes, they may have some erotic tendencies that some people would find strange but they both enjoyed doing them.  Most of the activity involved voyeurism and exhibitionism, which neither considered harmful or damaging to anyone.

Andy marveled at his wife's sexy body and loved whenever he noticed another man staring at her.  To Andy she was almost a cherished possession and like most men, Andy wanted others to envy him for w

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hat he had.  Whenever the subject of Lori having sex with another man came up, it only seemed to get the couple aroused to a point where they had glorious sex together.  The thought of Lori actually doing it with someone else was quickly forgotten after they made love and each was contented with a satisfying climax.

Lori enjoyed her husband's erotic suggestions and found them arousing to think he would watch her have sex with another man.  Although it was entirely out of the question for Lori to commit adultery, as adultery was totally against everything she had been taught, the taboo allure and sinful aspect of it happening was nonetheless truly exciting.    She came from a family with a very strict, Catholic background and such things involving illicit sex flew in the face of everything her parents believed.

Lori worked hard to keep her 5'5" body in perfect shape and a person could not tell she was an older, motherly type even after raising two children.  Most people thought she was in her early 30's and her facial features were that of her heritage, Hispanic Spanish.  She was a beautiful woman who always seemed to radiate a wanton, sexy appearance that most men found desirable.

The fact she had 35D breasts made most guy's drool and yearn to touch them.  Her tits were firm and gave just a hint of bounce when she walked which men found seductive.  Lori knew she had gorgeous boobs and dressed in such a way to display their charm and beauty.  She realized that showing cleavage drew men's eyes like no other sex magnet.  This, of course, gave some guys the impression she was looking for sexual attention and many would hit on her even when she was in the company of Andy.  Andy relished those times and trusted Lori enough so that he was never jealous.

The couple lived in a quiet, residential neighborhood and they were good friends with everyone on the block, except maybe their next-door neighbor, Ken Patterson.  Ken was a man who knew everybody in the area and was loud and boisterous most of the time.  He owned his own company, which sold and installed pools and hot tubs and with the summer heat, it was a flourishing business.  If anyone could be called a male chauvinist pig, it would have been Ken.  He most often acted arrogant and his demeanor was crude and rough, especially towards women.

Ken's wife was an over-sized woman who had let herself go so that her body was overweight and certainly out of shape. Generally unpleasant, she never seemed to smile very much and rarely made much of an effort to talk to her neighbors.   She docilely waited on Ken's every whim like a servile maid, and in return, Ken openly made disparaging remarks about her. They had two boys, Sean who was 18 and Troy who was 16.  Both boys were much like their dad in size and looks, while the youngest acted reserved and shy compared to the rest of his family.  Of them all, Troy was the only one who acknowledged all the neighbors and everyone thought he was much older than a young teenager.

Sean was rough and tumble just like his dad and treated people with the same manner of arrogance that Ken did.  He played high school football and other sports, which meant he was in excellent, physical condition.  Troy was just as muscular as his brother but he didn't have the extra weight around his waistline like Sean.

Lori didn't like her next-door neighbors and thought men who treated women with such little respect were scum.  She was always friendly towards Ken and his family but didn't go out of her way to talk to any of them.  Since he was in the business, Ken had a big hot tub installed in their back yard and did have people in for neighborhood tub parties.  Lori and Andy had been neighborly on a few occasions and even partook in some of Ken's gatherings.

Ken's parties usually deteriorated into big liquor fests with the men in one section and the women in another.  All the men got loud and drunk, and usually their talk centered on sex, sports and cars.  The women did their best to ignore all the bragging and unruly chatter even when erotic, sexual things were said to one of them.

Most of the men liked Ken including Andy who considered him the typical construction worker.  Although he would never be a close friend with Ken, Andy did enjoy his idle banter over a beer now and then.  He had to admit that the man did convey a confident attitude and he often made insinuating, sexual comments about many of the wives in the neighborhood.

Lori never liked being close to the man because Ken always ogled her and gave the definite impression he would like to do more than just look.  On one occasion, he did suggest they get together for a hot time, as he phrased it.  Lori got so mad at his suggestive comment that it made the hair stand up on the back of her neck. 

Probably the thing Lori hated most about her next-door neighbor was that he let his big, mangy dog into their property.  She took pride in having a well groomed, backyard and Lori was positive Ken let his dog use their lawn for a dumping ground just to make her mad.  Finding dog poop on the grass infuriated Lori to the nth degree and she would scoop up the dog shit to deposit it back in Ken's yard.

Andy and Lori had a hot tub installed by Ken's company in their yard and used it often.  They were usually very careful not to do anything too risqué while soaking in the tub just because it could be seen by their neighbor.  But in some instances, they did get aroused to a point where it was even more exciting to think that someone could actually observe them.  Lori could swear that at times she could see someone at the fence separating the two properties and wondered if, in fact, Ken or his family was spying.

During a hot summer day, Lori enjoyed sun tanning in the nude but she made sure to only do it during working hours.  She reasoned that Ken would be at work and his boys at school so she would be relatively safe in taking off her swimsuit if they weren't home.  She was always careful but on a few occasions, Andy came home and that changed things.  He would usually tease her and was never happy until Lori was running around the back yard in the buff.  It never ceased to get them both thoroughly aroused to a point where they would wind up in the tub, or in the house making mad passionate love.

On one recent occasion, the couple got as far as the patio door before Andy attacked Lori.  He pressed her naked body up against the inside, glass panel of the sliding door and imagined there were peeping toms outside watching the drama unfold.  He drove his hard cock between Lori's legs indicating he wanted her to act like a slut.

Lori played along with the game and held her nakedness against the glass so that her breasts were flattened, creating an obscene image to anyone watching on the outside.  She even pushed her pelvis into the transparent door and it surely would have been obvious that Lori was shaven as clean as a babies bum.  She spread her legs so that the invisible watching man could see her naked treasures and felt her heart beating faster with the secret fantasy.

They both dreamed of peeping toms on the far side of the door watching the two in the throes of lovemaking.  That was the main reason they chose the patio area for such illustrious sessions and Andy truly loved the fact his wife's body was so seductive and sexy.  Lori got so aroused and filled with passion that she was oblivious to any occasional movement or flashes of light that may have occurred on the outside.

The couple played their innocent game of voyeurism and Andy drove his cock into Lori so hard it forced her up on her tiptoes.  "Oh fuck, oh gawd you're so tight, so fucking tight and my cock is all the way inside," Andy whispered with a dire need for fulfillment.  He was holding back but once he felt the volcanic heat of Lori's cunt, his stamina was rated in milliseconds.  Andy drove his cock into her as hard as he could and lifted Lori off the floor for a brief second or two.

The red blinking light from across the yard went unnoticed and the husband filled his adorable wife's love channel with hot cum.  Her shaved pussy bounced on and off the glass door and she screamed for her husband's love potion.  "Yes, oh yes, fuck me with your big, hard cock, yes, yes," Lori moaned with a desperate passion.

She must hurry; rush her orgasm so that she could have one before her man finished, Lori warned herself.  With the desperation of a maniac, her fingers went between the puffy labia and spread them wide.  When her fingertips touched her swollen clitoris, Lori knew she had been fast enough.

She squeezed the tender bud and pulled it out from her body.  Oh, she thought, what if someone was watching?  What if that bastard was looking into our yard, she wondered, he would see me masturbating while my husband had his cock deep inside my pussy.  Suddenly, Lori didn't care anymore.  She pinched the tender morsel so hard she cried out for more.  Andy dreamed of making his wife happy but in reality, she was using him to satisfy her most inner being while caressing her clitoris so vigorously that an orgasm flooded her mind.  

Andy strained hard to keep his cock inside his wife who was madly thrashing against the glass making loud, banging noises.  He marveled at how tight his wife's pussy was even after having two kids.  His seven-inch rod seemed to stretch her vagina and make her winch in pain every time he fucked her.  Lori yearned to have Andy's cock inside her and wished he had much more stamina.  Just once, she wished he would plow in and out of her until she reached an orgasm without having to assist in the effort.  But, Lori was more than rewarded by Andy's caring manner and by his consideration for her well being.

The rest of the evening was a blur as the couple stayed close to each other keeping up a constant caressing and touching almost like two teenagers in heat.  At bedtime, Lori felt renewed energy and her tummy quivered like she wanted more from Andy.  Yes, she was positive that another round of passionate lovemaking would have her reaching another climax.  She reached under the covers and found the man tool she dreamed of.  Caressing it and fondling Andy's cock only made him drowsy and soon he drifted off to sleep quite content with the earlier love session.

Lori's visions of splendor vanished but not without a strong desire to touch herself.  Her dainty fingers slipped down, down towards a shaven patch of heaven and it took all her resolve to stop.  She didn't dare put her fingers between her milky thighs because she would awaken Andy for sure by thrashing over the sheets like a wanton bitch.  A few light caresses over her flat tummy and a teasing swoop over her raised pelvis made her stomach twitch in anticipation.  She knew it was time to stop before her hand got carried away.

It took Lori many minutes to fall asleep and in the morning the subject of passionate exhibitionism came up.  "That was wonderful last night.  The thought of you being seen by someone made it even better.  Did you enjoy it as much as I did?" Andy asked his smiling wife.

"Oh yes, it was great and did you get the feeling that there was someone outside?  I did... once or twice I thought I saw something," Lori replied.  The couple pleasantly went into the daily routine and casually spoke about the upcoming day.  Andy usually left for the office about 8 o'clock so he could miss the rush hour traffic and Lori didn't have to be at work until 9 o'clock.

Lori always checked her e-mail after Andy left and tried to catch up on any required responses.  E-mail was a great way to do business and she hated not replying to someone on time.  Dressed in her housecoat like she always did first thing in the morning, Lori casually glanced over the many incoming e-mails.  The one that caught her eye had the subject line in bold print and read, "LORI HAS FUN."

She was overly careful of not opening e-mails that were suspicious so not to download a virus to her computer but this one looked interesting.  It did not take long for her eyes to open wide in shock once the e-mail flashed on the screen.

"Hi gorgeous.  This is Ken and I thought you might like to see what I have been up to," the note read and Lori had an awful feeling that the man she hated most was up to something dastardly.  "I think I have enough evidence to get my way with the sweet bitch from next door.  Just so you know what I have, open the fucking attachments.  And don't think that this is all I have because I have lots more," Lori read and gave a tiny sob of alarm at what he meant.

It took all her willpower to move the mouse so that the arrow was over the first attachment.  Another few seconds passed and then she clicked to select the file.  Ken was shrewd.  He chose one of the most damning pictures to be first so that it would overwhelm Lori.

A picture of Lori popped up on the screen and it was from last night.  It showed her 35D's pressed hard against the patio door and the obvious fact her curly forest of hair was shaved from her pelvis.  Her dainty hand covered her mouth in surprised horror and she just stared at the erotic nakedness.  For some mysterious reason, Lori studied the picture to see every detail.  Her legs were spread enough so that one could see a hard cock was buried inside her open pussy.  She noticed the hood that protected her vulnerable clitoris was stretched out to expose the pink bud of desire that all women knew was their most sensitive control button.  Lori could see that Andy was behind her but not his face, so an observer could not know who it really was.

Quickly, Lori selected one picture after another until she had a fast look at each degrading one.  All showed Lori's naked body in various poses of erotic enjoyment.  Some dated back years and it was obvious that her neighbor Ken had taken numerous pictures of Andy and Lori being exhibitionists in the privacy of their own yard.

The last picture had a note with it and Lori read it with her eyes slowly turning puffy and red.  "You're my bitch.  You will do exactly what I say or I will post every fucking picture of your naked ass on the Internet so that every pervert can see you," Ken wrote.  Then the last line mentioned the reason that Lori should be more worried.  "You may think that these pictures are not enough to blackmail you into being my bitch but please look at my next e-mail, it will seal the deal," she read and her tummy summersault with anxiety.

Lori closed the worst e-mail she had ever seen and looked for another one from Ken like he had mentioned.  She spotted it a little farther down the list and slowly moved the pointer over the subject line.  The note opened and Lori's eyes focused on the blurry words.  "I know you are a good little girl and I won't have to use all my evidence against you.  I'll be watching from my back yard and you will take off all your clothes and pose for me," she read disbelieving what Ken was doing.

Yes, she considered him a most evil man but certainly she didn't think he was capable of putting such demands on her.  The last line stated, "I want your naked tits and cunt plastered against the window just like last night, or else I post the attached pictures on the web."

Lori was confident that the pictures were not enough to force her to succumb to the bastard's demands but she decided to open the jpeg attachments anyway.  She gasped and held her breath at the sight when the screen was filled with a big, bold picture of her daughter, naked as a jaybird.  Lori reasoned that her sweet, innocent girl must have been sun tanning in the backyard when Ken took the pics and didn't even know he was around.  Ken had selected the very best shots of Lori's daughter and each showed the young woman completely naked.

Lori quickly looked at the short note in the e-mail and shivered in fear.  "Now that I have your undivided attention, here is what I want you to do.  Stand naked like I told you in my other e-mail, but do one little thing for me," it read and Lori could tell he was teasing her.  "Do what you did last night and use your fingers to show me your tiny clit.  And don't worry, when I fuck you with my big cock, you won't have to touch yourself.  You'll be creaming all over my fucking rod like a real bitch," he wrote and the attempted humor made Lori sob with hatred.

So many things rushed through her mind that Lori became confused.  'He wants me to show myself.  He wants me to hold my naked body against the glass and then put my fingers on myself.  Oh gawd, is he really big like he said?  Oh my gawd, he said he was going to fuck me.  He said I was going to cream on his cock... Oh gawd, he isn't serious, is he?'  Everything ran through her mind and she didn't know what to do.  Dire feelings of guilt also filled her brain from vivid images of the man's private parts being displayed in her conscious mind. 

"Oh gawd, I can't let these get posted on the Internet, it would destroy my baby," Lori whispered in a most dire tone as she looked at a picture one more time.  "No, no I just can't do what he asks, I just can't," she said but her resolve was swiftly disappearing.

Lori had to make a choice.  Let the man keep the pictures, and he must surely have lots of them, and pray he would not post them on the web like he threatened, or Lori could do as he ordered.  She pondered the mortifying alternative.  Could she strip and degrade herself, and let her neighbor watch her perform like an exhibitionist, she wondered?

There was nothing more precious to Lori than her two children.  She sobbed and mumbled words of protest but her fingers went to the gown.  In a matter of seconds, Lori stood in her enclosed office, fully naked and shivering in fear.  On legs that could barely hold her upright, Lori walked to the back, patio doors and looked outside.  She could not see anyone or anything unusual but she knew the bastard was watching.

Lori sobbed and a tear ran down her flushed cheek.  Slowly and with the obedience demanded by Ken, she moved so that her naked body was tightly pushed into the glass.  Lori turned her face to the side so she wouldn't have to look outside and held the pose for a few seconds.  She kept telling herself not to do it, not to touch herself where he demanded.  It felt like an eternity when she merely stood with her nakedness pressed against the glass.

After what felt like hours, Lori's dainty hand squeezed between her heated flesh and the glass.  Slowly, almost seductively, her hand dipped down to her pelvis which was plastered into the door and her hips turned back to allow room for her fingers.  Tiny sobs could be heard inside the room but nothing would be evident to anyone watching.

Lori would never understand how she could obey the filthy instructions but her fingers spread the top portion of her pussy slit.  With the absolute tenderness of a true lover, her fingers pinched the vulnerable clitty much to the pleasure of her stalker.  She held the immoral pose for many seconds and her mind pictured Ken watching her every move.  Her shameful exhibition filled her with doubt but at the same time made her insides quiver with intense excitement.  Sensing a conclusion to the immoral display, Lori quickly turned and rushed from the room.  Out of sight, she ran into her bedroom and threw herself on the bed distraught with what she had just done.

Ken smiled the widest grin from his back yard and marveled at the sight of the sexiest woman he had ever seen.  Yes, he considered Lori even sexier than most playboy models and lord knows he read every magazine printed.  His stomach trembled in anticipation.  He had her!  He knew now that Lori was his and he would fuck the uppity bitch like she had never been fucked.  She would never have relented and did what he demanded unless she was willing to do whatever it took to keep her daughter's naked pictures off the Internet, he reasoned.

Yes, Ken was an extremely happy man and he knew his wicked plans were about to become reality.  He rationalized that Lori liked showing off her big tits and the fact her pussy was shaved.  Ken knew when he got lucky and took the pictures of the young girl who was now a grown woman, that he would use them to get control of Lori.  She was a loving mother who would do anything in the world to protect her beautiful offspring.

He considered Andy hopeless and would not present a threat to a rugged, burly man like himself.  In fact, the times they had chatted over the back fence and at neighborhood parties, Andy was the one to suggest his wife was an exhibitionist.  Andy mentioned how he cherished his wife's sexy body and even said that she loved showing it off to strangers.  Well, Ken deduced, she would certainly get a chance to do that and more.

Ken had formed a plan long ago of what he was going to do and how he would go about getting Lori to obey his demands.  Seeing her succumb so easily to his first command was truly earth shattering.  Rubbing the stiff lump in his pants, he knew that he was going to fulfill his years of erotic fantasies.

Back in the house, Ken managed to get his two sons aside and out of earshot of their mother.  "Boys!  Listen up.  You both are in for a treat.  I can't tell you what's going to happen but let me just say, it will be the best moment of your life," he whispered with enthusiasm.  "I am going to get that sexy bitch from next door to turn you both into men.  Christ, you've never seen a sexier body and you're going to have it, I promise," Ken told his two sons.  They were about ready to leave for school and he wanted them to realize his dreams as well as he did.  Then he thought to himself, "The bitch is going to get fucked by all three of us and there's not a fucking thing she can do about it."

The three went their separate ways and Ken grinned with contentment knowing it would soon be the best day of his life.  He planned to make his blackmail demands on Lori once his parents left for a two-week holiday in Florida.  They had hired him to install a new hot tub in their home while they were gone and he was preparing to do just that.  It would be a few days before he could put the finishing touches on the project and then he would have Lori perform in all her naked splendor and wonderment.

Ken had done many hours of planning and felt his scheme was foolproof.  Yes, Lori was now his servant and he would make demands on her that would surprise the refined woman.

***

Every day at work was horrible for Lori after the frightful incident with her backyard neighbor.  She dreaded having to face Ken and wondered how she was going to fight back?  Knowing how evil and conniving the man was, it made Lori scared of what he might do next.  Possibility after possibility went through her distressed mind but nothing would prepare her for what Ken had in store for his sex puppet.

Ken wanted Lori to fret and worry about what he would do so he didn't contact her for days.  The extended time would allow her to accept the fact he held incriminating pictures of her and her family and become more comfortable with it, he thought.  Lori's fate was sealed in an e-mail and Ken would eventually get around to proving that.

Andy noticed that his wife was a slight bit reserved and not as joyful as normal.  He brushed it off to stress from work and really didn't fret about it.  Lori agonized each morning whenever she went to her computer and looked at her e-mail messages.  She expected to see more damning pictures and more demands from the bastard next door.  When nothing arrived in the inbox, Lori felt a sense of relief and seemed to fall into her daily routine much easier.

The false hope was a big part of Ken's plan and he chuckled knowing the hope was soon going to end.  Lori wisely decided it was best to tell Andy everything as the suspense was killing her.  "Honey, I have something to tell you," Lori started the complete story of her drastic slavery.  When it was all said and done, she was thoroughly surprised at Andy's reaction.  He seemed to be more aroused and turned on by the tale than mad or upset.  She expected her faithful husband to be angry and go straight to Ken's place and confront the man.

Instead, the crotch of Andy's pants displayed his obvious, male enthusiasm when Lori told him what Ken had made her do against the patio glass.  Andy was optimistic and content with letting things work out as they were destined.  "Ah hell, he is probably satisfied with seeing your naked body and won't do anything else.  Honey, I can't really blame the man as you do have a beautiful, sexy body," he said and tried to comfort his wife so that she would accept Ken's bribery.

Events actually worked out so that the couple never talked that much about the blackmail but each knew the other was dreaming about what happened.  One thing was for sure, as far as Lori was concerned, they would not do anything sexual outside or near a window where they could be seen by an observer.  They retreated to the basement games room and the lovemaking sessions were heated and passionate like those in the old days.

Andy was extremely aroused by the fact his wife had exposed herself to someone.  He always fantasized about her doing that.  He also fantasized about her having sex with another man, or men for that matter.  He dreamed of Ken having his way with his gorgeous wife and even visualized Lori giving the vulgar man a blowjob.  Andy was well aware of the fact Lori loved giving head and often dreamed of watching her perform such acts.

The days passed and Lori and Andy were most rewarded with heated lovemaking sessions every evening while each dreamed of a world of peace and tranquility.  Lori's serenity was shattered one morning when she noticed a new e-mail and it was from her hated tormentor.  The message was titled 'Just4U'. Anger was her first response.  Suddenly, fear and anxiety rushed through her head and Lori recognized the fact that a wicked man was in control of her emotions more than she realized.

Hesitating, she dwelled on what the new e-mail would demand.  Slowly and deliberated she moved the mouse and opened the message.  The words stood out prominently and were very easy to read.  "I am installing a new hot tub at #16 Bluestone Blvd and I need a beautiful model.  I am going to take some pictures of you and show off my new installation.  It's great advertising and I'll sell a lot of tubs with it.  Be at the address at 7 p.m. sharp, or else you know what I will do?" was written and Lori read the note with her stomach churning like mad.

Lori read the letter over again and again to see if she could decipher anything else the man might mean.  Going over the last line of the main note made her wonder.  She read, "And make sure Andy knows you won't be home for several hours!"  Lori lingered on the line and pondered why Ken would imply she would be gone for hours.  Surely taking a few pictures would not take all that long, she thought?  Suddenly her tummy quivered with such intense passion that Lori wondered if it was excitement or fear that made it do so?

Ken added a postscript, which he hoped, would make Lori feel at ease and accept her fate more readily.  "I always take pictures of my new hot tubs and sometimes I like to use gorgeous women for models.  This is my parents place so you won't have to worry about being seen," he wrote and scrawled his name at the end of the message.

There it was, new demands from her neighbor.  She wondered if he would use the pictures of her daughter for evil purposes.  Lori quickly assumed that Ken was the most unscrupulous man she knew and yes, he would certainly show her daughter's, naked pictures to the world.  Suddenly, hope came in the form of a wish that Ken would merely take a few pictures and then be done with her.

The day at work was a busy one and didn't offer Lori much time to dwell on her fate.  At quitting time, the evening plans flashed back to her and she was apprehensive about meeting the dangerous, seedy man.  During the drive home from work, she thought of ways to combat Ken and his demands, but couldn't come up with a viable solution.

Andy had gotten home before Lori and his smiling face met her at the door.  He greeted her and knew instantly that she had something to tell him.  They had been married long enough so that their body language displayed their outward emotions to the other.

"Oh Andy, he sent me another e-mail," Lori blurted out as she reached the door. 
"He wants me to meet him at some address so he can take pictures of me standing by a hot tub he just put in.  It's at his parents place.  Oh gawd, Andy, he wants to take pictures of me," she said and moaned in disgust.  Lori wanted to say everything on her mind yet only a few words came out to indicate her dire feeling of total demise.

Andy was alive and every nerve was paying strict attention to his lovely wife.  "It's okay honey.  Let him take some pictures.  What can it hurt?  Just tell him to take the pictures and then leave you alone," Andy told his distressed wife while acting extremely casual about what was about to happen.  He could see by the expression on her face that she was upset and bothered by the drastic demands from Ken and he wanted to comfort her in the worst way.  "Don't worry.  He's showed me some of his pictures that he took of new pools and tubs.  Some have women in bikinis and they look okay to me.  In fact, he hangs most of them in his garage," Andy told his loving wife.

Hearing her husband's attempts to reassure her did make Lori feel somewhat better but one thought troubled her.  "But, Andy, he didn't tell me to bring a bikini or anything for that matter," she whispered looking him directly in the eyes.  He reached out his arms and Lori fell into them feeling his warm, comforting hug.  "Don't worry dear, I love you with all my heart and even if he forces you to take off all your clothes for the pictures, I will understand," Andy said.  In fact, his cock was throbbing like it did when he was a teenager and it felt very invigorating.  There was no doubt in his lust-filled mind that Ken was going to see his charming wife in all her naked beauty.

The time remaining until the scheduled rendezvous was very quiet and Andy and Lori drifted into their own private worlds.  Andy was thoroughly aroused by the fact his wife was going to be an exhibitionist and display her sexy body to another man.  He secretly wished Ken would make Lori remove all her clothes and take naked pictures of his spouse.

Lori was more upset with Andy's casual attitude towards her demise than at Ken's demands as she prepared for the upcoming rendezvous with heightened emotions.  Yes, she had to admit, that being exhibitionist had been a fantasy for many years, but she never really thought that it would be played out in the real world.

Suddenly Lori remembered Ken's final warning.  "Oh, he did mention one more thing.  He said that I would be with him for many hours and that you shouldn't worry when I am late getting home," she said and wondered why on earth she told her husband.  The fact sounded totally incriminating and one could only imply that she would be at the whims of the unscrupulous man.

Andy did feel a twinge of jealousy but his engrossed mind quickly accepted the implications of that detail.  They had talked about Lori having sex with someone, a stranger most likely, and afterwards the couple always had passionate intercourse together.  Hearing that his dreams and fantasies might finally come to fruition, Andy wished he could witness his wife's affair.  He watched Lori get dressed in an outfit that truly made her look ravishing and desirable.  His pecker did numerous upward jerks approving of his wife's appearance, but he did feel envious, yet aroused, that Ken would most likely touch his faithful spouse's nude body.

Not much was said when Lori quietly left for the dreaded appointment and she wondered what lay in store for her.  Lori realized Ken was a crude man but still she prayed he would be lenient with her.  The drive was a short one and she arrived at the address with a few minutes to spare.  Ken watched his newly, devoted subject get out of her car and felt his heart rate increase many times.  She looked more adorable than he remembered and he watched her saunter up to the door trying to convey a mode of confidence.

Ken opened the front door after one ring and warmly welcomed Lori into his parent's home.  He quickly explained the situation and told her that he planned on taking pictures of her nude around the newly installed hot tub.  "That's all you're going to do?  Take pictures and then I can go?" Lori asked the unctuous, grinning man.  He put her at ease for the time being by assuring her that indeed, he merely wanted to advertise his business and ensured not to reveal her face in any of the shots.  This did appease Lori to some degree but Ken's arrogant attitude did scare her.

He escorted Lori to the backyard and began to give her orders to undress.  "Get your fucking clothes off and stand over there," he ordered and waved his hand to indicate the deck surrounding the tub.  Lori looked to where he pointed and saw a beautiful cedar deck running around a steaming tub of water.  It was sort of a surreal setting and although it was still bright outside, there were shadows cast in the hot tub area.  She glanced around to see how much privacy there was and noticed that there were no vantage points available to see into the property.  At least that gave Lori some comfort knowing she would be undressing in front of only one man.  She felt like asking about a bikini or some kind of swimsuit but decided that it was a useless, silly question.

Suddenly Ken gave indications he was getting impatient and wanted Lori to do as requested right away.  She decided to move over to the intended area and slowly walked to a shaded portion of the deck.  Ken's eyes got much larger when Lori dropped her dress on the wooden platform and she stood before him in only a lacy, uplift bra and panties.

Normally Lori didn't wear a bra, as she liked the attention she got from men when her breasts jiggled seductively when she moved.  Her breasts were plenty firm enough to go without one, but she did wear one on this evening.  Ken could see the vague outline of Lori's stiff nipples and he remembered thinking, "Why in hell does she need an uplift bra with such big, firm tits?"  He merely stood staring at Lori's body and then gave hand signals for her to continue the striptease.

Lori removed the remaining garments without a word and she tried to do it without any embellishment.  Her complete body was quivering from being forced to obey the man's orders and it made her mad when she saw the leering evil glint in his eye.  Suddenly a wave of courage flowed through her body and she decided to rebel against Ken's stern control.  She stood stubbornly before the man as if to say, you can look mister, but don't touch.

Awestruck by her naked charms, Ken openly gawked at her nudity.  Impatiently Lori asked, "Well, what are you waiting for?  Take the fucking pictures so I can get out of here," she told her blackmailer.  Swiftly, Ken shifted the camera from around his neck to point it in Lori's direction preparing to shoot a picture.  He wanted to act strict and powerful with his buck-naked neighbor, but decided to keep the pace slow.  After all, Ken thought, he had all night and he was going to ravage the wonder-woman of his dreams with or without her consent.

His plan was working perfectly and at any second, the next phase would kick into action.  Ken had a devilish grin thinking of what was about to happen to his innocent neighbor.  "Here, let me take those clothes so they aren't in the way for the pictures," he whispered and nonchalantly took all Lori's clothes from the deck and threw them into a remote location of the yard.

It was time to take control and show Lori who was the boss.  Lori was fairly confident she could retain a measure of power, at least enough to keep her dignity, she hoped.  Ken acted like a professional photographer and walked up to Lori pretending to get her to pose in certain ways.  "Look bitch, don't act so fucking superior with me.  We both know that you're nothing but a slut.  Yes, indeed, you sure do put on a good show when hubby fucks you."  With a smug smile he added, "How about doin' it with me too, honey?"

The impertinent question brought a swift negative response from Lori.  "You said pictures.  That's all I am here to do, get it?" Lori said in her most defiant voice.

Ken ignored her and kept taking pictures of her nakedness.  "Now stand over there and put on a lovely pose for one last picture," he said and Lori hoped he was telling the truth.  She moved to the far side of the tub and watched Ken as he snapped a few more pictures.

A noise from the home's patio door attracted Lori's attention and she looked to see Ken's two sons standing in the open doorway.  She was dumbfounded and quickly put her right arm across her chest with her hand over her left breast.  Her left hand went to cover the magnetic, shaved area that drew three sets of eyes.  There was no sound, nothing said and all four stood motionless for many seconds.

Lori looked to Ken for help.  She pleaded with her eyes and wanted him to save her.  If she wasn't naked, she would have run like mad to get away but then she realized that any escape was right past the two boys.  "Get your ass over here bitch.  It's time you were shown how to act.  Do you know what you are going to do now?" Ken asked and looked Lori directly in the eyes.

She shook her head as if to say, "No, I don't know," and she acted in a most timid fashion.  Lori didn't know what to do and it was Ken who showed her.  He made motions with his hand that she move over to him.  "Get over here now!" he brusquely ordered.  He was such an arrogant man and Lori was actually afraid of him, so she moved, as he demanded.

It took but 20 or 30 seconds for Ken to remove all his clothes.  He stood proudly in front of Lori who had halted her advance a few feet before reaching him.  Horror filled her mind when she noticed that Ken was different than Andy, very different.  Why she looked and just didn't run was a mystery to Lori.  His cock not only stood hard and erect in front of his hips, bobbing up and down as if to beckon to her, it was measurably longer than any she had seen.  She had watched movies where studs had huge cocks but never seen one for herself.  Lori didn't move a muscle and watched the loathsome man walk right up to her.  She ripped her eyes off Ken's prodigious endowment and looked into the eyes of the devil.

"Get on your knees, bitch, and suck a real cock.  I've watched you suck Andy's cock so many times in the backyard and now it's my turn," he said making Lori wince in agony.  She thought of the number of times she had given her loving husband a blowjob in the privacy of their home.  How many times, ten, fifty, a hundred, there were numerous encounters with both Andy and Lori fantasizing that strangers could see them.

Suddenly the detested man's deep voice broke into her train of thought.  "You loved doing it and showing off, didn't you?" he asked Lori making her cringe.  All the times Andy and Lori had made love in the privacy of their yard or patio, not in a million years did she think anyone was really watching.  Although the couple talked about being exhibitionists and doing things in front of people, they never wanted to do it for real.

Lori's mind raced for answers.  She desperately wanted to find a solution to get rid of Ken but the facts he just revealed plus the naked pictures of her darling daughter were profound.  An overpowering sensation came over her and Lori felt overwhelmed by the crude man.

Ken reached out to Lori and with a swift slap, knocked her hands from in front of her body.  She attempted to raise her arms to cover her exposed flesh but another slap indicated that Ken wanted her arms kept at her sides.  Lori desperately looked to where the two boys were standing and noticed their entire focus was in her direction.  "Ken, Ken please, not when the Sean and Troy are watching," she begged the ill-mannered man.

"Don't worry honey, they will be using their hard cocks on you just like I am going to," Ken whispered and held Lori's complete attention.  "I like my bitches to beg for it and by the fuck, you're going to beg or I'll slap the ever-livin' shit out of you," he told the horrified woman.  "Now put your hand on my rod before I have to get rough," he said and laughed out loud seeing Lori's eyes cast a downward glance.  "Yes, look at my pecker, bitch, and tell me... is it bigger than Andy's?" he asked with a chuckle.  He knew perfectly well it was from watching the many exhibitions put on by the couple over the past years.

Lori looked at the man's penis and realized that it was indeed larger, not only much thicker than her husband's but also longer by at least two or three inches.  Her eyes went from the big cock to the smug grin on Ken's face and she really didn't want to make a confession.  She fully understood he didn't need to know details and it mystified her that she told him.  "Yes... Oh Ken please, not here with the boys present."

Lori meekly returned his steely stare and realized he wasn't satisfied.  "You are, yes, you are bigger," she whispered and looked down at the magnetic object of her affection.  Ken found it most rewarding when she continued, "It's so thick, much thicker than Andy's.  And, and it's long, so long and so thick.  Oh gawd, you can't be serious?"  Her strict childhood and upbringing had taught Lori to never let lust or desire control her emotions but at that very moment, she felt totally ashamed of the way her body yearned for a strange man.

Suddenly, Ken grabbed her dainty hand and guided it to his long, fiery shaft.  She flinched when the burning flesh touched her hand but reacted by closing her fingers around the cock.  It was throbbing madly and Lori could not remember feeling anything so intensely hypnotic.

"Get down on your knees and have a real close look at the cock that is going to make you a real woman," he boasted and made Lori's stomach quiver in disgust.  He was such an egotistical, arrogant man and seemed to think he was God's gift to women, which infuriated Lori.  Lori was firmly set in her mind that she was not going to surrender to such a despicable man.  Her fingers wrapped around the thick meat, and she realized the shaft was too wide for her fingers to go all the way around.  She looked first to the inflamed cock, then to her left to see the boys who were thoroughly intent on watching their father molest the sexy, neighbor lady.

Before Lori could react, Ken grabbed her by the hair and forced her down to her knees with her face so close to his groin she could feel his body heat.  "You and Andy love doing this and showing the world, so... now let's see what you can do with a real cock.  Suck it baby, suck," came the orders from hell.  Lori merely stared at the throbbing pecker not believing what he was telling her.  "I watched you in the hot tub the other night and you put on quite the performance.  I can hardly wait to fill your mouth with hot chizz," he uttered the vile statements to make Lori shudder with fright.

It was time to show the confused woman who was in control and what she had to endure.  He planned on demonstrating to Lori exactly why she was going to be a willing servant for the three sex-starved neighbors.  "If you don't want me to post all the naked pictures of your precious daughter on the Internet, start doing what you're told, or I'll kick your naked ass out the door.  Everyone in the world will see your little girl's gorgeous tits, and that wonderfully trimmed pussy," Ken said holding motionless for a few seconds.

Suddenly it happened and Lori was unable to stop it.  Stunned by Ken's blackmail statements, she allowed him to ram the flared head of his dripping cock into her tightly closed lips, hard enough to separate them.  Out of the corner of her eyes, Lori could see the dark shapes of the boy's bodies as they moved to either side of her kneeling body.  It was wrong, it was against everything she believed in, and it was being unfaithful to her beloved husband but yet she opened her mouth.

"That's it bitch, suck my hard cock," came the words she least wanted to hear.  "Come on boys, take your clothes off and get ready for some of the prettiest shaved pussy you'll ever fuck," Ken whispered to his sons.  Lori noticed movement on both sides and knew they were obeying their father's wishes.  She let out a dire gasp of air around the pulsating cock when Sean, on her right side, brushed his pecker against the soft skin of her face.  Lori felt like dying when she felt the head of Troy's cock push into her ear and whimpered when he wiped the pre-cum off the head of his pecker.  She realized these vulgar men, or boys, were treating her like scum and like a toy for their personal pleasure.

The meat in her hands, as now both her dainty hands were wrapped around the vast expanse, was throbbing madly making her feel the anticipation of what he was planning to do.  Yes, she realized Ken was going to make her drink his poisonous venom without any recourse.  He held her head positioned on his cock and pumped his hips so that his piston went in and out of her hot mouth like he was about to climax.

"That's it boys, rub your cocks on her face like that.  Let her feel the dicks that are going to fuck her," Ken said loud enough to ensure all heard.  When the blast of hot, steamy lava hit the back of Lori's throat, she coughed and choked.  Ken grunted and groaned like a wild beast as he shot his load of semen into the heavenly mouth.  She gulped the filthy liquid down her throat as fast as she could, bringing immense joy to her perverted neighbor.  Lori loved nothing better than to give Andy a long, slow blowjob and she suddenly realized her hands were squeezing and milking the elongated manhood much like she did with Andy. 

Sean was the oldest and took the initiative by moving to the rear of the vulnerable woman who was kneeing before his proud father.  He had never watched anyone perform sex and the erotic images quickly filled his mind with reckless desire.  Seeing the attractive woman act in such a wanton fashion and sucking his father's cock spurred him into action.  It was easy to get Lori into a perfect kneeling position on her hands and knees, and it seemed almost like she assisted in the demeaning maneuver.

The boy stared between the milky thighs and was torn about what to do first.  He wanted to feel the delectable pussy around his hardened pecker yet it was the temptation to taste a woman's charms that finally won out.  Ken held the prisoner steady with his strong hands and prevented Lori any escape from the ensuing onslaught.  Everyone could see that it would have been fairly easy for the captive to get off her knees, or at least spit the man's softening pecker out of her mouth, but she obediently remained in a most compromising position.  Like a dog in heat, Lori stayed on hands and knees waiting to be ravaged by a teenage beast.

The boy crouched low and attacked the vulnerable opening, which was left without any protection.  He thrust his baby face into the burning inferno and the shear fact it was the neighbor lady whom he had dreamed about for years took his breath away.  Sean buried his nose in Lori's puckered asshole and sucked her bald pussy into his mouth like a lover who had been doing it for many years.

With great reluctance, Ken pulled his dwindling cock out of Lori's mouth and continued to hold her in an enslaved position.  He saw the fervor displayed by his oldest son and grew jealous of the boy's success.  Sean had his big hands on each of Lori's ass cheeks, pulling them hard to the sides.  This opened her divine crevice to the young predator and the teenager approached heaven with a smile on his face.

Lori's eyes pleaded with Ken to stop his son from molesting her.  "Please, Ken, stop him.  It isn't right.  Please stop him from touching me down there.  He's only a boy," came the pleas of a desperate woman.  "He's only a boy, please don't let him do that with his mouth," Lori cried out once again realizing she had never felt anything like what the teenager was doing to her precious womanhood.  It was a last valiant attempt to gain freedom and Lori understood that if it failed, she was doomed to be a sex servant to a man and his young sons.

Ken displayed the arrogance that Lori hated and he completely ignored her begging.  He looked her straight in the eyes, holding her stare long enough to prove his superiority.  "I told you how it was going to be so shut the fuck up!  You're going to get fucked!  Fucked by Sean, fucked by Troy and fucked by me.  You won't be getting home to sugar daddy for a long, long time," he told her.  "When Andy sees you and feels your well used pussy, he'll know you were fucked by men.  Many men, many times," he said and laughed at the troubled look on Lori's pretty face.  "You're going to cream all over our cocks, bitch, and suck them until we can't get hard anymore," Ken told her with a most serious tone.

Sean didn't really have much experience at cunninglingus but he had heard many of his friends talk about how to do it.  They all mentioned the woman's clitoris and how it was the center of her universe.  Sean was after his first real woman and the promise of being able to do anything his heart desired was inflaming his mind beyond reason.  He tasted the sweet nectar and knew he was born to fuck.  Swirling the tender morsel around in his mouth made Lori's hips roll side to side and Sean knew he had hit the mother lode.

Lori fought with every trick she knew to stave off the rising, unwanted desire inside her body.  She began talking to herself in an attempt to keep her emotions under control.  "Lori, he's only a kid.  You can surely resist him, he doesn't know what it takes to turn on a real woman," she said and suddenly felt herself on a slippery slope.  "Surely you can resist," she said as if she were a third person trying to convince a friend.

All her life, Lori never had to wait, never had to prolong or keep a check on her passions.  She always had to rush, to hurry so she could experience an orgasm with Andy.  Even the other men in her life before she met Andy were fast, much faster to climax than Lori and she had to often help herself.  She was in foreign territory and really didn't know how to fight off the rising urges.

The answers to her dilemma came from her body and the truth destroyed her will to resist.  "Holy fuck, look at her ass go," the father said.  "Sean, boy, you're really doing it to her.  I think she's having a fuckin' orgasm!" The words made Lori moan in agony.  He was correct and tears filled her eyes.  The initial spasms rocked her loins and she knew that a major collapse was immanent if there was no respite.

Sean put his fingers on the smooth, puffy labia and spread Lori's soul so he could devour her illustrious treasure.  Slapping the exposed bud with his tongue took Lori to the crest at the end of the world and she teetered.  She dug her fingers into the soft grass and prayed for a rescue.

Ken wasn't satisfied and wanted his sexy victim to reach the pinnacle of total devastation.  "Say it bitch!  Tell me you want Sean to eat your shaved cunt.  That's it, shove that shaved pussy into his mouth just like you're doing," Ken said and Lori cried from not resisting.  Yes, indeed she was pushing back as if to say, 'take me', to a mere boy.  Lori told herself once again that she was a fully-grown woman and surely able to resist the young son of her demeaning neighbor.

Suddenly the teenager turned the mature woman to putty and an orgasm washed over her shores to drown her spirit.  Ken jerked a handful of black, curly hair and demanded she respond.  Lori knew what he wanted to hear and for some unknown reason, she complied.  "His, his mouth... is doing it to me.  His tongue is doing it.  Oh gawd, it's so good, the way he is sucking my clitty," she whispered in an almost moaning manner.

Suddenly sharp, pearly teeth closed on the protruding clitoris and nibbled until she voiced her pleasure.  "Oh gawd, not that.  It hurts.... Oh no, it doesn't hurt.  Oh gawd, I'm coming so hard I can feel my guts explode.  Oh gawd, I can't stop," were the final words of the shapely woman before she fell into a deep cavern.  Down and down she went and her inner being secreted love juices into the mouth of a boy.  His hunger was enormous and he sucked the raw clit with a passion not known to Lori.

Then it happened, Ken voiced her final demise.  "Atta boy, eat'er out!  Make her cum in your mouth, boy and drink her joy-juice," he said.  Lori knew she would have to comply with every rotten demand or suffer severe consequences.

Her body thrust and thrashed wildly and the boy sucked her pussy, seemingly caressing every nerve like a true professional.  Lori didn't think she could feel anymore but she was wrong.  With the speed of a gazelle, Sean shifted his body so that he was kneeling behind Lori.  The sudden release of her throbbing nubbin gave her mind the fleeting opportunity to think.  Still in Ken's grasp, she managed to turn her head enough to understand what Sean was about to do.

For the first time in her life, Lori felt like she was going to be raped.  The fact that a teenage boy was going to force himself on her was devastating or so she wanted it to be.  Everything she had ever heard about rape crossed her mind but it did nothing to extinguish the fiery desire now burning deep within her belly.

Sean's hips were at the perfect level and his eyes grew wide when he thrust the tip of the guided missile forward.  The warhead grazed the long, narrow slit running through the valley between Lori's velvety thighs and her head came up.  Her eyes flew open and looking straight ahead into the eyes of devil.  Lori saw Ken's rugged face covered with a broad smile.  "Now honey, you're going to feel a man-cock and my boy is going to fill your sweet cunt with his chizz," he told the woman of his dreams.

Lori could not remember her heightened emotions remaining or lingering at such a towering peak and it made her head swim with lust.  Vaguely, she could hear the three, vulgar males discussing their current conquest like she was a 'first place' trophy.  "That's it boy, shove that stiff cock of yours deep into her snatch.  See how the bitch squirms and wants you to fuck her?" the father said degrading Lori one more degree.

"Fuck dad, she's tight.  I think she's tighter than Sandy.  I can't get my cock all the way in her pussy," the teenage boy said through clinched teeth.  Sandy was the boy's girlfriend and the teens experimented with sex enjoying every second of paradise.  Sean and Ken continued the filthy talk and Troy chirped in the occasional statement for good measure.  "Can I do it too?  Can I fuck her like Sean is doing?" he whispered almost too quiet to hear.

"You fucking right Troy!  You'll be fucking the hot bitch and making her cum when Sean is done.  Son, this here's a hot-assed slut.  A slut who loves cock and we're all going to fuck her until we can't fuck anymore," Ken said and Lori suddenly knew the night was not going to end soon.

Lori was in another world and the things she heard were from another dimension.  They weren't really happening to her, but to someone else and she was watching.  She saw how the gyrating naked hips of the imaginary woman were being held in place and a teenage boy was ramming his long, length of steel deep into her open grotto.

Sean had succeeded in getting every inch of his big cock into Lori's volcanic cavity and he penetrated her to the hilt.  His pelvis made slapping sounds as it banged against the sweaty flesh of Lori's backside.  Lori visualized a woman with her back arched into a big curve to accommodate every last inch of her lover's long cock.  She saw the woman's face etched in sweat agony with the obvious eruption occurring deep in her epicenter.  "Oh fuck, oh he's so deep.  I can feel him deep inside me and I'm cumming... Oh, so deep and cumming, cumming, I can't stop it," the woman moaned in a most desperate voice.  Suddenly Lori realized she was 'that woman' in her dreams.

The orgasm was so intense that flashes of brilliance filled her head as she screamed for the boy to take her.  Her mind wanted to know why?  Was it the fact that an evil man controlled her destiny, or maybe it was the fact the hardened cock belonged to a boy, or maybe it was the fact that it was an explosive climax, or maybe it was just the fact Lori knew her ordeal was only beginning and that these three bastards were going to treat her like a whore.

She felt severe guilt from the awareness that the intense orgasm was extremely lustful, pleasurable in the extreme, making her a pawn for a teenager.  Nothing like it had ever consumed Lori and she didn't really know how to respond.  How many times had Andy and her talked about an orgy, Lori wondered?  She knew he would approve of what happened and being unfaithful was not the evil event it started out to be.

The young boy thrust into his dream woman so violently that it raised Lori's knees off the ground.  He knew she was climaxing and covering his enormous weapon with lubrication to make it easier for him to pump in and out of her spasmodic love channel.  Sandy and the other two girls he had screwed in his life were nothing like this.  Lori seemed hotter, tighter and certainly far more passionate than any young girl.  He wanted to prolong the orgasm and feel the total ecstasy for as long as possible.

Lori was in the middle of the major climax and didn't think anything would be more satisfying.  How wrong, she thought, as fiery lava filled her most secretive regions that had never been touched by any man.  She could not stop her heart from beating faster and her breathing became rapid and ragged.  Sean's sharp fingernails dug into the tender flesh of her hips and she felt telltale gouges carved in her skin.  He pulled her hips back hard to plant his enlarged cock into Lori's tender womb and extended her ecstasy.  It was the first.  A man shot his burning seed into her at the peak of her orgasm and Lori cried for forgiveness.

The words out of her mouth were not really a vocabulary but merely expressions of extreme rapture.  Vaguely Lori could feel her titties being caressed and groped by hands, many hands belonging to more than one person.  When the hard, swollen nipples were stretched and pulled so roughly that it would normally hurt, she only moaned with a desire for more abuse.

Suddenly, Ken shoved his youngest son in front of Lori and gave one demand.  "Suck his cock bitch, or else," he ordered refueling his enraged mind with lust.  The slim hips of the 16-year-old boy were adjusted so that his extra-long cock was thrust into Lori's face.  It was like a vision from the heavens and she felt a caring passion towards the boy.  It was her duty to nurture and reward the teen and her dainty hands went to the long, slim shaft.

Troy uttered a sound of pure happiness when Lori squeezed his pecker and his hips jerked rapidly attempting to reap more joy.  The size of the boy's cock surprised Lori and she was slightly hesitant to put her mouth to the lustrous head.  Suddenly Ken grabbed the back of Lori's head and shoved it towards the target.  In one motion, the flared head disappeared and slurping sounds radiated throughout the enclose backyard.

"That's it baby, suck his cock and make him a man," came the depraved request.  Lori wanted desperately to stop the immoral affair but knew that would be impossible with three, strong men having physical control over her.  Her mind was resigned to the fact of their superior strength and that they were capable of making her follow a planned routine.

The young hips thrust to and fro and without any real willpower until her throat captured the intruding rod.  The boy had watched the previous erotic events and his stamina was rated in seconds instead of minutes.  He desperately pinched the nozzle shut hoping the session would last a long time but the volcanic heat of Lori's mouth quickly overcame his resolve.  The cock jumped in Lori's fists and she realized the teen was having an orgasm.  It was a first for Troy, to have someone suck his cock and his head was about to explode when he released the load of virile semen.  The fountain erupted and Lori drank and swallowed rapidly in an effort to prevent choking on the gooey liquid.

Out of the corner of her eye, Lori could see a camera in Ken's hands and instantly knew it was too late to go back.  She realized the bastard would have new evidence to hold against her and would surely use it to fulfill his many fantasies.  Lori felt sorry for herself and sobbed with shame and embarrassment from having to be a sex slave for three evil individuals.

She swallowed the vast quantity of cum from the loins of the youngest teen and listened to the voice of her abductor.  "I can hardly wait to ram my hard cock in the bitch.  Christ Troy, you're going to drown the bitch if you keep filling her belly with cum boy," Ken said laughingly to his son.

Everything in her logical mind told Lori that it was wrong and immoral, yet, she marveled at the magnificence of the boy's pecker.  It was long, so long and slender that it seemed surreal, like the lance of a warrior.   The extended shaft fit easily into her dainty hands like it belonged, not like his father's thick penis, Lori thought.  Knowing she was milking the cock and bringing the young teen as much joy as possible only added to her guilt.  A momentary wish came from a genie and Lori quickly brushed it aside.  "I wonder what his cock would feel like inside me?" the secret genie asked.

"Wait till Andy's sees his sexy wife sucking on a kid's big dick," Ken whispered to his hostage.   "He'll get a hard-on for sure.  What do you think he will say when I show him this movie?" Lori was flabbergasted by his revelation and prayed he was only kidding.  She could only imagine what she looked like paying homage to a meager teenager in such an immoral fashion.

Lori's innocent mind didn't believe he would show anything to her husband but Ken's plans had been formed long ago.  His scheme included getting the upper hand on her husband and making him a willing participant in Lori's demise.  Ken's stomach quivered like crazy when he thought of getting Andy agreeable to assist in having Lori sexually used and abused by himself and his sons.  Ken considered his plan shear genius and was very confident it would work exactly the way he had it scripted.

Ken watched the erotic action taking place on the soft, grass-carpeted lawn and witnessed his youngest son's virgin breaking climax.  He saw Lori's two large titties bouncing up and down in a most seductive manner and yearned to feel the silky, sculptured boobs.  Yes, he was going to ensure Lori felt his man-sized cock.  He had looked forward to this day for a long, long time.

The boy cried out loud with every blast of steamy, hot cum and his body shuddered with a newfound passion.  Lori was well aware of his colossal satisfaction and clung to his hard pecker as if to keep her head above water.  When hands circled her body and wanted her to move, to shift over to the side where another body was waiting, she cooperated like a submissive servant. 

Her fingers were almost ripped from Troy's burning flesh and Lori found herself standing with her feet on either side of Ken's wide hips.  From far above, she looked down at the disgusting man and saw that he was thoroughly aroused to where his hard cock was standing erect.  It hovered at an angle above the man's hairy, flabby stomach and confirmed once again what Lori already knew, it was measurably bigger than Andy's.

Lori looked at Ken and saw his lips moving but she didn't hear a sound.  Suddenly her mind shifted into the present and the gruff voice appeared.  "You're my bitch!  It's time you became a real woman and got fucked by a real man," the most hated man in Lori's life said.  His degrading words filled her with disgust but she did not turn away.

Ken lay on his back and motioned with his hands while he spoke.  He wanted Lori to sit on top of his hips so he could watch her.  He wanted to see her body, her glorious tits bounce and sway in time with him fucking her.  Ken didn't want to miss one second of his sexy neighbor's demise as he prepared to realize a dream come true.

"Get down here and put that shaved pussy on my hard cock.  Do it!  Do it now, bitch! I want to make that tight, little pussy feel a man's cock right now," he said.  Suddenly gave a stern order.  "Move!  Move it now, slut!" he voiced the command.

Oh, how Lori loathed the arrogant son-of-a-bitch, she thought.  He thinks he can do anything he wants and thinks he can make me want his disgusting body, she told herself.  Mustering one last challenge to defy the man, Lori stared in his direction with fire in her eyes.
 
Lori was totally amazed when her legs collapsed.  She sank downward until she was sitting on top of the man's throbbing penis.  Sobbing could be heard and it became apparent to Ken and his sons that someone had conceded defeat.  Her legs were bent at the knees with one on each side of Ken's hips.  Lori shivered at the sensation caused along the open crack between her legs when she felt the hardened cock rest in line with her swollen labia.  Her body weight was enough to cause the thick, round shaft to easily spread her wet, pussy lips and the tormentor robbed Lori's sanity.  His iron rod was instantly covered with oil and slipped even deeper into the narrow crevice to give Lori further torture.

"Fuck yes, that feels good, bitch.  Now lift that bare ass up and grab hold of my 'Johnson'.  I want my slut to put it in her pussy all by herself... Is that clear, bitch?" he said in a calm, steady voice.  Lori was positive she did not lift her body to follow the man's directions but suddenly her pelvis hovered above Ken's.  Her hand was somehow around the hard pecker and Lori shuddered when her eyes noticed how it was aimed exactly at her most vulnerable crotch.

The bulbous head of Ken's cock was guided to the puffy pussy lips and forced them open to reveal the pretty, pink flesh.  It was totally surprising when the head was moved to and fro through the wetness in an almost teasing fashion and Lori didn't know how that could happen.  Her hand was the only thing touching the massive manhood and she believed there was no way she would do such a taunting thing.

Suddenly her breathing halted and she cried out to someone for help.  "No, no, don't do that, don't touch me.  Don't put your thingie in, not like this, please stop," she whispered with a most desperate tone.  When her breathing restored, it came in ragged, broken gasps and she realized that somehow the head was inserted just inside her vagina.  She never gave her consent or so she believed, but the fact remained, her hated neighbor was about to fuck her.

Lori's heart was doing an exhausting marathon and it pounded madly in her chest.  She could not understand how her emotions could soar to such great heights without love and affection from someone like her husband.  Yet, from the plateau she was on, Lori could see the top of the world.  Her soul was suspended, threatening to devour her gladiator's weapon like a Greek goddess.  Slowly and inch by inch her body lowered, her pussy stretching around the thick cock, spreading the walls of Lori's honey hole like never before until she felt her pelvis contact the hard, bone structure of Ken's raised pelvis.

Everything stood still and all relished the enriching moment.  The teenagers envied their dad and knew he was about to screw their sexy neighbor. 

His engorged cock, expanded to its full dimensions and at last firmly planted into his sexy neighbor's hot tight cunt, Ken held his breath and felt the intense heat of Lori's inferno sucking the stamina from his lust-filled mind.  Savoring the wonderful feeling of his cock buried in a genuine woman for the first time in months, he desperately wanted to keep things exactly as they were.

When a sharp spasm shot through Lori's loins, she realized the end was near.  She could not remember feeling so stimulated, so aroused and more tremors rocked her lithe body.  Her claws searched for something to hold on to.  She gave a final struggle to stave off her destruction and dug her nails into the vile man.  It merely inflamed Ken to a higher summit and he suddenly began thrusting up and down like he was possessed by the devil, ramming his thick weapon in and out of her ravished cunt hole. 

Lori felt like a virgin, a love struck woman seeking fulfillment from a gallant gentleman.  She imagined that all the erotic adventures and love sessions in her life had been performed for the purpose of getting her ready for Ken.  An orgasm erupted from the deepest reaches of her inner soul and Lori fully welcomed the large intruder to her secret grotto.  Her eyes were glazed, looking straight ahead at the crest of ecstasy.  She saw brilliant flashes of light on the far side and it was a most comforting feeling knowing this man, this wonderful man was taking her to the land beyond.  Lori would remember the fantastic orgasm for an eternity.

He had named her 'bitch' and at the moment of conception, she knew the term was accurate.  She gazed into Ken's eyes and saw something for the first time and it frightened her.  'What would it mean to her marriage, to her loving husband and family?' she wondered.  Lori was suddenly a woman with uncontrollable urges for lust, a woman willing to be this man's sex slave, to do with as he pleased.  She knew she should fight and resist Ken, realizing that her unrestrained craving for more ecstasy from him would soon bring about her absolute, total surrender.

With their eyes locked as they fucked he said, "You're mine, all mine and now you are going to be my faithful bitch."  Demanding complete submission he asked, "Can you feel my cock, my thick dog cock, and my knot inside your cunt?"  Arrogance and dominance were radiated by Ken's confident manner and the obvious display went unobserved by the impassioned woman.

"Oh gawd, it's deep, deep inside and the orgasm... I have never creamed like this," came the dire words of a beaten adversary.  Lori felt her womb accept the dog's seed and knew she was tied to Ken for a long time.  Ken held his hips thrust upward, his cock pressed tightly against and then through her cervix while he jettisoned his hot lava directly and deeply into his Lori's womb.

All her life Lori had to hurry to keep up with her man, not wanting to miss out on a rewarding climax.  That was mainly due to her sexy body and appearance, which turned a man's stamina to quicksand.  With Ken, Lori was also rushing to stay ahead of her lover and every demanding thrust by the vile man merely heightened her pleasure and enjoyment. 

Exhaustion overcame the two when the roller coaster of lust roared down from the mountain of ecstasy.  Lori fell forward with her upper body over Ken's and she felt no strength to struggle out of the man's grasp.  With a hint of pride and embellishment, he thrust his spent hips up and down a few more times as if to say, you'll always be my bitch.  The head of his weapon remained inserted in Lori's cervix and her tummy quivered every time Ken twitched or moved.

Lori's senses were alive and she seemed to notice every little thing around her.  A tiny shiver ran through her body with the realization that sex with her devoted husband was great and something she cherished, but for some unexplained reason, sinful lust overrode and trumped everything in her past.  She seemed to know and understand exactly what the three strong, virile males wanted and needed.  It was her body they desired and it was apparent by their heightened emotions that she could bring them satisfaction.

Her conscious memory was vague and foggy, as she offered no resistance to any and all sexual advances.  She was not even aware of how many times she sucked a hard cock or how much hot, steamy fluid flowed down her throat into her belly.  The one thing that did remain constant was the earth-shattering spasms that erupted inside her womanhood each time one of the Patterson's fucked her.  It seemed like her soul suddenly belonged to these three disgusting, vulgar individuals and Lori was not able to keep the intense lust under control.

They used, abused and took liberties with Lori far above and beyond anything imaginable.  The awful part for Lori was the way her body and her mind accepted, indeed relished what they did to her.  She fully welcomed their caresses and touching and cooperated with all their depraved demands without hesitation.  Lori could not phantom how she could feel passion and desire for her three hated neighbors.

Nearing the end of the evening, Ken had the urge to forecast Lori's future.  "I am going to send Rex over and he is going to fuck this tight-ass bitch too," he said to one of his sons.  The disheartening words made Lori winch and she uttered a gasp of astonishment.

Ken grabbed her by the hair and spoke directly in her ear.  "Let me hear you say it.  Tell me what will happen," Ken whispered. 

Lori knew what he wanted to hear and without holding back, she fulfilled another one of the man's perverted fantasies.  "You are going to send your dog over to my place and he is going to f... going to fuck me.  Oh gawd, your filthy dog is going to make me his bitch just like you did," she moaned in a shaky, quivering voice.  She could have stopped but that did not happen.  Sinking to her neighbor's perverted level Lori said, "Rex is going to rape me like you did and fuck me with his big, throbbing dog cock."

Her cunt yearned for a hard cock and there was one for her to have right at her fingertips.  She rotated her body until she was above a teenage boy.  "Fuck me, fuck me with your hard cock.  I need you now," she said and held the bully at the entrance to purgatory.

In a blink of an eye, the boy slammed his ramrod into Lori's waiting channel and he heard a whish of air escape her lungs.  As it had earlier, the thrusting pecker stole Lori's dignity and she welcomed her teenage lover without breathing.  Rudely and roughly, he almost threw her on her back when he twisted his body when he decided he wanted to be on top.  Lori landed with a thud. In one thrust, Sean embedded his cock deep in vagina to demonstrate his ultimate superiority.  Willingly the older woman spread her legs wide to accommodate the young stud, and when the head of his big cock pierced her cervix one last time, the orgasm was instantaneous.

Lori was a very fortunate woman to experience multiple orgasms, but this evening was nothing like anything in her past.  It seemed her ecstasy rode a plateau surrounding one climax after another.  Until now, she didn't think a woman could experience so many incredible orgasms.

She tried not to think of repercussions or what she would tell her husband, but merely lived for the moment of wanton coupling.  Lori was possessed by the teenager and completely opened her spirit to the boy.  It proved to be one more time when she acted like an immature schoolgirl and climaxed well ahead of the man.  When Sean did finally orgasm, Lori clung to his demanding body in an effort to reward his bravery.

Ken decided to implement the next phase of his plan and it would start with reassuring Lori that he was not a storyteller.  "Don't worry about Andy," he told her fingering her swollen cunt while his exhausted sons watched.  "Just tell him that I forced you to have sex and that you did it with me only." He wanted to keep the upper hand to bring her husband into the fray.  Ken figured that Andy may not accept the fact his wife had intercourse with his teenage sons so it was imperative to keep the fact from him.  Inevitably it would serve a dual purpose.  Somehow he would convince Andy to have his charming wife seduce an innocent teen.  He had the video of Lori with Sean and Troy to blackmail Lori into complete obedience.

Lori thought about what he said and agreed that keeping the boys out of her confession was a good idea.  One thing at a time was best, she thought, as Andy would surely have a hard enough time accepting the fact his next-door neighbor had unadulterated sex with her.  Trusting Ken would definitely haunt Lori, but her mind was too upset and confused to think straight.

Not much was said when everyone started getting dressed and ready to put an end to the evening's licentious affair.  The Paterson's were riding a mile-high cloud of complete satisfaction while Lori considered how best to approach her husband.  Before donning her clothing, Lori noticed the numerous abrasions on her coveted flesh and wondered how she would explain them to Andy?  The marks that stood out the most were the numerous large, red hickies on her breasts.  Try as she might, she could not remember who or how the incriminating marks got put on her womanly titties.  It was one more detail, she realized, that would require clever answers.

Ken ushered Lori to the door and watched the gorgeous woman get into her car and leave.  She drove home in a daze and pondered the things she was going to say to Andy.

THE END
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A Journey of a Real Woman

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A JOURNEY OF A REAL WOMAN
By Kacey1999
Email kcdouglas1999@yahoo.com
Please email me your comments and suggestion, as I appreciate readers who take the time to give feedback. The style of this story is new and I hope readers can understand what I tried to do. I am telling Betsy's story, as she gets set to turn 40, and she thinks back to what has happened in her life.

Betsy is probably the most appealing woman I know, and strangely, I am not sure if she is not the wittiest, smartest woman... or the craziest.

Chapter Three

Betsy had something to eat and felt thoroughly refreshed. The weekend dream festival was progressing exactly as planned and she still had chapters of her life story to review. Her grad school relationship with Ron was over and thankfully she had gotten rid
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of a demon that had bothered her for many years. Then she remembered the promise to go over everything that happened in the SM chamber owned by Ron's boss.

Now that she had rid herself of the nightmares from the experience, she looked forward to reviewing the torture. Suddenly a shiver ran up her spine, making the hair on the back of her head, stand up. Betsy realized the many torture machines had revealed her secret dark-side. The wicked contempt shown by Ron and his boss had overly excited her, and it resulted in the orgasm of her life. But Betsy vowed to not dwell on the experience right now and she planned to save that for another chapter.

Betsy's rest period was done and she rushed back to the spare bedroom for more erotic dreams. She was already into the next chapter when she jumped on the bed. Betsy landed in a comfortable position on her back and felt it was best because she could look up at this mysterious woman living her life without regrets. Of course she was the woman and loved trying to visualize everything right down to the most interesting detail.

Grad school was finished and so was her affair with Ron. Betsy moved back to New Orleans taking a part-time, teaching job while putting her resume out to every school in the south. She lived with her father and he was very glad to have her living at home again. Being the only child, she was close to her father and it gave her a chance to do things for him again. It never hurt to have a woman's touch around the house, and Betsy's dad loved having her around even though she nagged him.

This chapter of her life would see Betsy discover herself, as a mature woman. Her education years were over and now it was time to find a job she liked. It was a little before Mardi Gras and certainly party time in New Orleans. Betsy was at a party when she met Phil. He walked into the room with a cooler in his hand and instantly zeroed in on the sexiest woman in the room. They talked and Phil invited Betsy to a basketball game the next day.

Phil invited her to Washington, DC for a Congressional Mardi Gras party, which Betsy could still remember. He booked her into the Ritz and they made love over the weekend. It started a long distance relationship with daily phone calls and constant emails that went on for months. Then Betsy was offered a job in Virginia. It was much better money than her New Orleans job and she moved there to be nearer to Phil.

The Virginia location turned out great for a job plus rest and relaxation activities. Phil rented a beach house on the eastern shore for the summer and the couple went there every weekend. Betsy loved the beach, not so much for the water, but just for the playful atmosphere. The house had five bedrooms and two baths and Phil had most of the extra space rented out to his friends. He retained the largest bedroom on the main floor and the other four bedrooms were on the second level. There was a walkway on that level overlooking the dining room, which gave the house a very comfortable feeling.

Most of the weekends were spent on the beach drinking, sunning and playing volleyball. Phil was a big volleyball guy and games were played in the sand for the entire summer. Betsy got to know most of the regulars even though there was a constant change of faces. At night most of the people would just come and go, as they pleased, but that didn't bother anyone.

Betsy didn't like volleyball but she watched it a lot just to make Phil happy. Most of the guys had nicknames and she found most of them quite hilarious. There was Shape, Supershape who was Shape's brother, Bagman, Pisser and Flipper. When she found out how Flipper got his name, Betsy almost choked. It seemed he was setting up a gangbang on some girl and someone opened the door to the room he was in, to check on what was happening. Flipper was performing oral sex on the girl and he couldn't get any leverage so his arms were flipping back as he tried.

Suddenly Betsy wondered what the guys called her but she shivered thinking that it was probably better not to know. Her life story abruptly got more interesting. It was near the end of summer when she was sitting at the dining room table with Phil and a new guy came in. He was a hunk who was staying in one of the upstairs bedrooms for the first time.

Betsy remembered being smitten by the guy from the very first time she set eyes on him. She found out his name was Thomas and they had a very nice conversation that eventful day. It made her smile now when she remembered just how naïve and inexperienced she was in those days. Phil, Thomas and she sat around most of the day drinking far too much and joking. As was his custom, Phil was feeling no pain by late in the day.

About eight in the evening, Betsy noticed a constant stream of guys going into one of the bedrooms. When she asked why, Thomas simply said that the only way to find out was to have a look. The three went upstairs and Betsy was utterly shocked beyond belief when the door opened. She remembered peeking into the room and the scene taking her breath away. As she found out later, Shape had picked up a girl named Marty and he turned her over to all of his buddies. When Betsy looked into the room, she noticed the naked woman on the bed and she was drenched with white, sticky cum.

Betsy wondered if it was lucky or unlucky, but she witnessed Marty being savagely fucked. There was one guy fucking her, another guy with his fat cock in her mouth and a couple others were jerking off on her chest. All of a sudden Betsy's dream flashed into bright, vivid Technicolor. There were three or four naked guys waiting their turn in the room when a sudden onrush of more guys entered.

To this day, Betsy never knew how the newcomers snatched her but suddenly she was inside the room. Frantically she looked around and couldn't find Phil or Thomas. Everything happened so fast that even today she couldn't believe how she was pushed up against the rocking bed. She remembered very vividly trying to stop all the hands, which were all over her body.

It made her laugh now, but at the time she was terrified. She grabbed someone's bold hand just as it was about to feel her breast and someone else's hand shot under her shirt. Her boobs were outside her bra so fast that she was dumbfounded. Suddenly she had to let go of the hands trying to grope her chest, as there were far more pressing issues. A guy had his hands all over her crotch and another guy was trying to undo her pants.

What she heard still sent shivers through her body. "Fresh meat. Hurry up guys... strip the bitch and get her on the fucking bed. Holy sweet shit... this bitch has nice tits. Look at those jugs... and those fucking nipples."

The noise in the room was deafening and everyone was cheering. Not only for the guys screwing the slut on the bed but for the guys taking liberties with the new slut. Betsy rolled her head around frantically looking for help. Then she saw her boyfriend and Thomas trying to push the guys aside so they could rescue her. Betsy pleaded for her life just as a guy held her arms fully stretched up in the air. Another guy pushed her shirt and bra all the way up to her neck and yet someone else squeezed her boobs like he had never felt tits before.

Everything was out of control. Suddenly she involuntarily sucked in her breath when she felt a hand slip into the waistband of her pants. She didn't mean to but it gave the man more freedom. He quickly shoved his hand into her panties and instantly his fingers closed on her crotch. Nothing so dramatic had ever happened to her before and all Betsy could do was squirm and struggle to get free.

Her boobs were waving around like freelance balloons. All of a sudden one of the guys groping her went flying across the room. Then Thomas was standing beside her telling her drunken boyfriend that they should get poor little Betsy back to her own bedroom. Just as he started to lead her from the crowd of sex-starved maniacs, a mountain of a nude man stopped them. He told Thomas that she was the, 'new meat,' but Thomas said he didn't think so. This moose grabbed the front of Thomas' shirt and made a mistake of confronting an unknown opponent.

Betsy remembered acting stupid at the time but now she laughed at it. As was her custom, she volunteered to go with the man if it meant he would leave Thomas and Phil alone. She remembered thinking the man was going to beat the shit out of her friends because of her, so the only sane thing she could do was go with the man. The last thing she remembered was Thomas letting go of her hand, as a gesture that he was willing to let her go.

When she turned her back to take the mountain man's hand, the man went flying past her and landed on the floor in a heap. His face was bloody and Betsy thought she was dreaming. Then someone took her hand and out the door they went untouched or unmolested. Her legs were so wobbly that Betsy could hardly walk and Thomas led the way to his bedroom, which was down the hall.

Drunken Phil followed and he had obviously been affected by the near gangbang of his girlfriend. About the last thing in the world Betsy ever expected she would be willing to do, she did. Her shirt and bra were still askew and she stood motionless when her boyfriend stripped them from her overheated body. Phil was too drunk to care that someone else was in the room and he took his clothes off. "Bets... love. I couldn't believe my eyes... they fucking had your gorgeous tits right out in the open. Fuck honey... I almost came in my pants when that one guy rubbed his cock all over you. Fuck... the one guy shoved his fucking hand down your pants. When he took it out and licked his wet fingers... I wanted to fuck you right there."

Phil was shaky but finally managed to get his clothes off. He stood naked, as a jaybird, and let his cock wave in the air when he kept talking. "Honey. I'm sure they would have gangbanged you if Thomas hadn't been there. Yano what I think? I think we should give Thomas a reward. Let him have sex with you. Co'mon... let's do it."

His hands were all over her and to this day Betsy couldn't understand why she didn't resist. She merely stood in the room and let her boyfriend take all her clothes off right in front of an almost complete stranger. But then she realized. From the first moment she saw Thomas, she knew he was the man for her. She had never dreamed of being unfaithful to Phil but suddenly she was more than willing.

Betsy could still see the nicest smile on the man's face once she was naked. She stared into his dark, paralyzing eyes and knew everything was okay. Thomas did a striptease that any man would be proud of and when he was naked, Betsy's eyes widened in awe. He was all muscle and hung. She could still remember being extremely calm waiting for things to happen.

Then Phil guided Betsy to the bed and she never complained. He almost tossed her down while giving every indication that he wanted her to suck his cock. Phil loved having her give him a blowjob and he held his hips out expecting Betsy to fulfill his wishes. "Come on baby. Show the man. Suck cock like you know how," Phil said. "And get on your hands and knees... so Thomas can get his reward."

Her boyfriend was serious even though the alcohol influenced him. "Christ baby... I want to watch. I want to watch you have sex with someone," Phil whispered. "I want to watch you give head and get fucked at the same time... by him!"

Betsy was simply amazed when it happened. Phil manhandled her until she was on hands and knees and in the desired position. The images of being completely vulnerable flashed in her head and they made her tremble. Phil shoved his cock in her face and Betsy had no alternative but to put it in her mouth. She started sucking Phil and used her hands to stroke his cock just the way he liked.

Betsy remembered how severely she trembled when the bed moved. She knew Thomas was getting settled behind her and suddenly she felt something brush against her exposed backside. The devastating thought of being taken by a stranger was more thrilling than she ever imagined.

She obediently sucked Phil's cock but all of her senses were focused on what Thomas was doing. Betsy felt the man rub his cock all over her butt and then he touched her between the legs. Her body jerked forward and Phil's cock shot down her throat taking her breath away. Suddenly a streak of lightning struck her pussy opening and the blazing bolt went straight to her head.

Thomas felt the upturned ass quiver and rock when he split the puffy labia. He realized Betsy was experiencing a premature orgasm and didn't want to make her wait. Thomas rammed his cock to the hilt and he had never felt anything like it. The extreme heat instantly made his temperature rise and then Betsy pushed back at him. Her sexy body went into convulsion right away and Thomas couldn't believe his good luck.

All that interested Phil was inside of Betsy's scorching mouth. He squirmed and tried to make the blowjob last a long time but Betsy was far too determined to end it quickly. She pumped her hand back and forth on his stiff shaft and kept the knob buried in her hot mouth. Even in his drunken stupor, Phil wondered if it was such a good idea. His glassy eyes stared at Thomas, as the man ravaged his girlfriend from behind.

Phil reasoned his stamina lasted such a brief time was because of being able to watch Thomas with his girlfriend. He heard bare flesh slapping together, as Thomas fucked Betsy, and all Phil imagined was the man's big cock going in and out of her precious snatch. Phil merely grabbed her head tightly when his orgasm exploded in Betsy's sucking mouth. Then he threw his head back and only wanted to imagine himself with Betsy.

Betsy's belly was still experiencing severe contractions when her mouth filled with molten lava. She desperately swallowed Phil's massive load and tried hard not to choke. Just as the last few drops were sucked out of Phil's throbbing pecker, Betsy felt something profound. There wasn't much she could do immediately following a climax but somehow her belly shuddered when the burning lava filled her inner sanctuary.

Thomas' strong fingers closed around her waist and he squeezed hard. Betsy felt Thomas pull back at the same time he thrust forward with his powerful hips and she thought the top of her head was coming off. Suddenly more spasms rocked her sweating body, as the man fucked her into a subconscious state.

All three sort of collapsed on the bed when the animal lust ended. Thomas kept his distance not wanting to get too close to the couple but Phil had other ideas. His desire for sexual gratification had been satisfied and all he could think of was having another drink. Phil obviously wasn't thinking straight when he excused himself, which shocked Betsy beyond belief. He told Betsy that he was going for another drink and then look in on what the other guys were doing. She took it to mean Phil wanted to watch the gangbang in Marty's bedroom, but the thought didn't upset her at all.

***

Betsy remembered being not the least bit concerned when her boyfriend left her with someone else. She was lying on her side and suddenly felt Thomas shifting across the bed until he was up against her back. He hugged her for the longest time and it was the most wonderful feeling. Betsy liked to cuddle after intercourse and in no time her eyes got heavy and closed.

She could still remember what happened next. The memory was still like it happened yesterday and Betsy was determined to take her time with this section of her life story. Her mind drifted back to 1991 and she relived one of the most memorable affairs of her life.

Betsy was almost asleep, but Thomas had other plans. His right arm was over top of her torso and Betsy kept her arms outstretched, which left her entire front unguarded. At first Thomas' hand merely caressed the front of her body without lingering on any specific spot. In the perfect dreamland state, Betsy faced away from Thomas and let her mind drift through empty space.

All of a sudden she was aware of his hand caressing and kneading her tits. One boob at a time, Thomas squeezed and tenderly massaged before lingering on each nipple until it was rock hard. There was a warm smile on her face and Betsy loved that inter-dimensional feeling of being half asleep. Suddenly her heart skipped a few beats when she felt something hard stirring against the back of her legs.

She remembered not wanting to open her eyes so she laid still wishing for more lovely embraces. His hand moved from her heaving chest to her tummy, which was going in and out at a furious rate. She felt his fingers tracing lightly across her stomach and then stop at her bellybutton. Betsy sucked in her breath when Thomas touched her hollow and then he teased her until she whimpered out loud.
"This time... we are going to do it right. Make mad, passionate love," Thomas whispered into her ear. "Lift your leg... up a bit."

Betsy heard his command and obediently lifted her right leg slightly. She didn't expect the biggest thrill when Thomas' hard cock sprang between her thighs. His throbbing member stretched between her legs and sprang up against her wetness.

Thomas knew exactly what would get Betsy's blood boiling. His right hand snaked downward and then he put his fingers directly over his hard cock. He pushed hard and felt his shaft embed itself in the immense wetness, which made Betsy's hips quiver wildly. Then he threatened to push the head of his cock into her honey hole and Betsy's breathing halted. Thomas left his meat embedded in Betsy's pussy slit and he deftly squirmed his fingers around the thick head to surround her throbbing clitoris.

Betsy felt the head of his cock directly at her opening and his fingers pulling the swollen clit out of the vast wetness. Suddenly her breathing resumed but it was ragged and very broken. Now at the age of 39 and remembering the events in her life, Betsy recalled thinking how the first time was heaven, and the second time was heavenly bliss. She abruptly broke the embrace and rolled over to face Thomas. "Oh gawd, I need you. Please, please make love to me," she whispered.

Thomas was skilled in the many facets of what a woman wanted and needed. "Put your hands on it. Feel my cock and make it harder," he whispered. She instantly obeyed not wanting to wait any longer. "Make it nice and hard... hard so you can sit on it."

Betsy wondered what he meant but she didn't have to wait long before finding out. Thomas rolled onto his back and that put his engorged cock in a most prestigious position. It hovered at an angle above his hips and Betsy couldn't resist putting her dainty fingers around the thick shaft.

"I want to watch you. Watch you make love to me. See you with my cock in your hands... and then see you sitting on top of it," he whispered.

Betsy couldn't take her eyes off his penis. Her fingers were wrapped around the shaft and she felt the cock pulsating madly. She swooped down and kissed the glistening end but Thomas was not satisfied. "Leave it laying on my belly... and then sit on top. Sit on me so that your cunt is pushing against my cock. I want you to feel it... against your love-box," Thomas said. "I want to watch you... see you making love."

Thomas laid flat on his back with his legs together. Betsy crouched over his thighs and place one of her knees on either side on his outstretched legs. She bent over and put her face mere inches above his chest. Betsy would never forget the feeling. She squatted above his muscular hips and leaned forward. His pecker pressed against the front of her body and Betsy felt it jerking up and down so that it banged her belly.

Betsy couldn't remember wanting something so badly. She was willing to do whatever Thomas wanted if he would satisfy her burning desires. Suddenly he took control. "Suck my nipples. Suck'em love," he whispered. "Make them hard with your tongue... and your teeth!"

She had never heard any man say that but strangely Betsy found his request very stimulating. When she reached out and put his tiny nipple in her mouth, it was a most profound feeling. Her tongue rolled the bud around and covered it with saliva, which brought moans from Thomas. "Yes baby. Just like that... now the other."

Betsy caressed both nipples and found the experience made her even hotter. Then she nibbled on the tiny buds and noticed how his chest seemed to push up to meet her mouth. Suddenly Thomas put his strong hands on her ass cheeks and moved her butt until it was directly over his crotch. She had to straighten up but managed to retain a hold on his nipples. "Sit on it. Put your wet pussy right on top of my cock. Push my cock into your lips. Baby... spread those juicy lips with my cock," he said.

Thomas guided her hips and he knew when things were right. Betsy gasped out loud when the throbbing cock split her soaked pussy lips and the thick shaft embedded into her narrow slit. She sat up straighter but kept her hands on his chest. Her fingers pinched his nipples and twisted them ever so tenderly.

The thick cock burned her pussy and Betsy couldn't sit still. Her hips jiggled back and forth and Thomas pulled down hard with his hands around her slender waist. Suddenly Betsy wanted it now. Her tummy started to quiver in and out and Thomas was afraid she was not going to wait so he lifted her up. "Not yet. Get up... hold my cock up and sit on it. I want it in your belly," he moaned.
Betsy shifted to the rear so that she was sitting on his legs. Her hand grabbed the enlarged cock as soon as it was free and she held it straight up in the air. Betsy would never forget the feeling. She squatted and ever so slowly moved forward until she was above his muscular hips again. Then she held perfectly still.

Betsy stared down at the upstanding cock. She wondered if she should sit down but her body was moving before the answer came. Thomas put his hands around her waist and guided her forward, an inch at a time. When the tip of his bulbous cock touched her crotch, her breathing stopped. Betsy was afraid to take her hand off his thick shaft and held the cock straight up.

The feeling was out of this world when her body lowered a little. First one inch, then two, and suddenly her hand let go. Betsy was staring into his eyes when it happened. She felt his hands tug on her slender waist and knew he was going to do it. She merely held her breath waiting. Then Thomas squeezed his hands into her burning flesh and pulled downward with all his strength. He thrust up with his powerful hips and buried his cock to the hilt with one swift stab.

It must have taken minutes to start breathing again, and when she did, all Betsy could do was gasp desperately for much needed air. She was positive that she started creaming on the first thrust and didn't stop until he finally climaxed deep inside of her. It was the longest and most intense orgasm of her life up to that point and one she would always remember.

That time, years ago with Thomas, still brought back good memories. Betsy also realized that it was a defining moment in her life. She realized her relationship with Phil was over and vowed to leave her boyfriend to be with Thomas. The ecstasy lasted for hours that night and she experienced one orgasm after another.

She wasn't sure what time it was when she left Thomas' room but eventually she wound up back in bed with her boyfriend. Phil must have passed out sometime during the night like he did every weekend. He was in bed still completely dressed and hardly stirred when she came to bed. Phil mumbled some indistinguishable statement, as she climbed into bed, and Betsy assumed he was oblivious to her spending hours with another man.

'But then again,' Betsy mused. 'Maybe he knew and wanted me to screw his buddy.' Phil's eyes flickered for a brief moment, as if he acknowledged her return to bed from using the bathroom.

***

In the morning, Phil had a humongous hangover. He woke up and threw his arm around Betsy but luckily for her, he didn't try anything. Betsy remembered thinking at the time that she didn't want to have sex with Phil. She had such a wonderful feeling after the night with Thomas and she didn't want to spoil it.

Sunday morning was a complete blur with Betsy reminiscing about the time with Thomas. She had breakfast with Phil and immediately after went up to the room she shared with Thomas. That was when she felt like someone stabbed her in the heart. The room was empty and it had been neatly cleaned up. Betsy stood outside the room in disbelief, which must have been noted by a girl, named Penny, who was walking by.

"Are you looking for Thomas? If so... he's gone. Packed up and left about nine," the girl informed Betsy. She could see the concerned look on Betsy's pretty face so she continued. "I liked Thomas. He's not like most of the guys. Are you his girlfriend?"

Betsy was not able to speak right away but found her voice eventually. "No. No... We're just friends. I'll see him later... I'm sure he'll be on the beach this afternoon."

Betsy thought back to her initial meeting with Penny. She was a lovely girl who went to church every Sunday. Penny was fairly thin and she had the cutest smile on her face all the time. The one thing a person noticed about Penny right away was that the woman didn't have boobs. Betsy remembered feeling sorry for her at the time but later she realized that Penny had nipples that made up for any lack of tits.

Right after finding out that Thomas had departed, Betsy had to be alone. She left Penny standing in the hallway and rushed back to her room. Phil had already changed for the beach and he was dressed in his normal volleyball attire. They exchanged greetings and agreed to meet on the beach at the courts. Betsy stayed in the room for about an hour but then decided it was best to socialize.

Most of the regulars were already at the beach when Betsy finally arrived. She needed sleep more than anything and quickly nodded off into dreamland once her chair was settled on the sand. Even the loud hollering and volleyball cheering didn't bother her that day. Her mind drifted off and it was Thomas who was in her most intimate thoughts.

After thirty minutes, someone thrust a beer into her hand. There was still no sign of Thomas so Betsy slowly sipped the beer while nonchalantly watching the sweaty volleyball players playing in the sand. Then she dropped off asleep for another hour before repeating the frustrating exercise. She thought about last night and her mind tuned out all of the things going on around her.

It was like trying to solve an equation and all Betsy thought about was when, and if, Thomas would show up. She had that worried, sickening feeling that people got when they weren't sure about a love affair. Betsy remembered every question rushing through her distraught mind waiting to see Thomas again. 'Did Thomas like her? Did he want her to be his girlfriend? Did she do something wrong or did Thomas just use her last night?'

The last question was the most disturbing, but Betsy didn't believe the man betrayed her feelings and emotions. She was still disillusioned and halfway through her third beer when her thoughts were interrupted. "Is this chair taken? My... you look even lovelier than last night."

Betsy came fully awake in a heartbeat and she started to stutter. "What? No... Oh, no," she muttered before realizing there was no chair but her own around. She blushed and could feel her heart beating so fast it must have made her look silly.

Thomas sat down in the sand and they chatted for a long time. They talked about nothing and little things that didn't require much thinking. Suddenly she realized that she didn't know much about the man. She did most of the talking last night, a southern thing, she thought. So they chatted about him. Betsy asked about the mountain man last night, as she was still confused about how the man went flying. Thomas told her that he was a 3rd degree black belt so quite competent when push came to shove.

It bothered Betsy that Thomas had left before seeing her in the morning. He quickly put her fears to rest by explaining that he had to do an errand. Apparently he was moving and had to pick up the keys to his new house in Boston that morning. Betsy felt much better once Thomas told her how he hurried through the transfer and rushed back just to see her.

Betsy was in heaven after hearing his heart-warming revelation. They each had a beer and then Thomas suggested they go up to the beach house. "Last night meant a lot to me. Come... I want to fuck you again," he whispered. Her jaw dropped both from surprise and great elation. She gulped her beer and off they went.

They went directly to the same room as last night. Luckily it was still unoccupied and her heart stopped when the door slammed shut. They stood face to face and Betsy watched his lips move. "Take off your suit. I know it's a beautiful bikini, but I want to see your gorgeous body... naked," Thomas said.
Betsy did as he requested and in a flash Thomas also stripped. "Have you ever masturbated?"

She almost fainted but couldn't stop her response. "Yes."

The look on his face was serious. "Show me!"

Betsy often touched herself when she was with a partner but suddenly she didn't know what to do. Thomas moved over to sit in a chair beside the bed and motioned for her to use the bed. Betsy slowly walked over and sat down facing Thomas. She assumed it would be easy to masturbate but that was far from what happened.

All of a sudden she didn't get aroused or worked up when she caressed her boobs. Betsy rolled her nipples around and around but all that did was get them hard. Then she shifted her hand down to her pelvis and put her fingers between her legs. It went better but she still didn't feel close to achieving an orgasm.

Suddenly inspiration hit. She visualized seeing Marty during that horrible gangbang. Then Betsy remembered being forced into the room by strangers and having her top lifted up above her breasts. She vowed never to admit the feelings she felt at the time. Her juices started to run and she felt the crotch of her panties getting soaked. Then she pictured the men holding her arms up in the air so they could fondle her boobs.

Betsy's hand started to move a lot faster. Suddenly the masturbation was much easier. She remembered her nipples being pinched so hard it hurt but that didn't matter at the time. Her visualization continued with the men molesting her boobs and one guy even sucked her nipple. Then Betsy pictured what should have been the most disturbing thing that happened. While the men groped her titties, another man shoved his hand inside her pants. The man had one goal in mind and his fingers entered her wetness with lightning speed.

Afterwards Betsy wondered if she spread her legs or if the man forced them apart. She remembered struggling like crazy, but it merely seemed to give the man more freedom. Suddenly her fingers were his fingers. She put the clit between her thumb and forefinger and started twirling it vigorously until she felt the first spasm shot through her loins.

Thomas watched the erotic bliss with immense admiration. He adored Betsy's wit and charm but suddenly he loved her sexy body and adorable treasures. Betsy threw her head back and pushed out her chest when her left hand grabbed a boob. Her fingers pulled the hard nipple outward, as if offering it to the enthusiastic onlooker. Her right hand was a blur and Thomas caught brief glimpses of the rosy bud when it swirled around in the vast wetness.

Thomas knew exactly when Betsy climaxed. Her right hand stopped moving except for her fingers squeezing the puffy clit. Then her hips jerked out of control and thrust wildly at the imaginary stranger. When the orgasm subsided enough to enable Betsy to breathe properly again, Thomas ordered her to suck his cock. "Get me harder. Put your lips around my cock and suck it... so I can stick it in your cunt," he commanded. In a less demanding manner he added, "Baby... I want to fuck you so badly."

It made her chuckle now, but Thomas was a mouthful. There was no need to get him hard because his cock was already throbbing like crazy. But she obeyed relishing the opportunity to satisfy his demands. Then Thomas ordered her to kneel beside the bed. He jerked Betsy around and made her go down on her hands and knees. He forced her upper torso onto the bed with her head facing to the side. It was that familiar position, which Betsy loved, and she readied herself for what came next.

Suddenly it all made sense to her even though it was years later. Thomas liked being in control and he loved ordering her to do things. He never asked or pleaded for her to do something, he only ordered her. In the beginning, she would have it no other way. She was submissive and liked pleasing others and this was her way of making someone special in her life happy.

Once again Betsy was in heaven. Thomas knelt behind her and he did everything in slow-motion. He put the flared head of his cock at her opening and then he slowly pressed his hips forward. His glorious penis slid into her volcano and she could only remain stationary. Betsy felt his hand on her side so she lifted up slightly, thinking he wanted to reach under her outstretched torso. Instead he grabbed her hand and rolled her fingers up but left her thumb sticking out. Then he ordered her to suck her thumb, which she did right away.

The rest was a blur to Betsy even now. She remembered sucking her thumb and Thomas pounding her cunt like a madman. She experienced one orgasm followed immediately by another and it seemed the man had everlasting stamina. Lights flashed in her head, her nipples were on fire and a thousand volts of electricity zapped her whole body. Then she felt his hips jerking randomly out of control and suddenly her entire body shut down.

When Betsy came down out of the clouds, she was in his arms. Her head was on Thomas' chest and they talked for a while. He mentioned how lucky it was that her thumb was in her mouth when she climaxed because her loud groans of ecstasy would have been heard at the beach. All of a sudden Betsy realized something. It was during this tender embrace that the first thoughts of love entered her head.

They talked and laughed. It seemed so different than anything before. Betsy started playing with his nipples, which she knew he liked. The next thing she knew it was blowjob time. "Hold it. Put the tip of my cock in your mouth... just the tip," Thomas ordered. "Now put your tongue under my cock. Lick it with your tongue... but just keep the tip in your mouth. Yes... yes, like that."

Betsy's eyes were glassy, as she stared down at the big penis. "Now stroke it baby. Both hands... stroke it... stroke it harder," he said. "Yes... both hands back and forth... just like that. Keep doing it just like that and watch it cum. Watch me fill your mouth with cum, baby. You're the best cocksucker on the planet."

His vulgarity should have disgusted Betsy but it didn't. It seemed to provoke her even more and she yearned to make him happier. Betsy milked Thomas' thick cock until she swallowed his big load of creamy cum.

***

The time was getting to be late afternoon. Betsy and Thomas jumped out of bed with the realization that the beach crowd, especially Phil, would have noticed Betsy's disappearance. They showered and it took all their resolve to not start another session of torrid lovemaking. The beach house was about a block from the beach and Thomas thought he should return to the beach via a different route than Betsy. That made sense, Betsy reasoned, as it might look funny to Phil seeing his girlfriend show up with another man after she had been gone for hours.

Betsy hoped that she didn't look too guilty when she strolled back to her chair. The volleyball games were still going on but Phil quickly came over to her, wanting to know where she had been. For one of the very few times in her life, she lied. Betsy told her boyfriend that she had not been feeling so good after the beers and she had taken a nap. Then wisely she got them both a beer and afterwards listened to him droll on and on about his volleyball crap.

As Phil was yapping, Betsy finally saw Thomas walking up the beach. He was talking to a girl and Betsy remembering thinking how smart he was to solicit such a good cover-up. The girl had a great tan and she was wearing a bright green swimsuit. She appeared to have a pretty good body, but Betsy was too thrilled about what went on all afternoon to be jealous of the girl at first.
Then Thomas and the girl stopped and sat on the girl's towel. They chatted and laughed and Betsy almost flew into a fit of rage when the girl put her hand on Thomas' shoulder. She wanted to confront the bitch and tell her that Thomas was her man. Betsy was mad. Then she got mad at Thomas. Suddenly she got mad at Phil for his damn yapping.

Abruptly she told Phil that they should hit the road since tomorrow was a school day and she had to get up early. Betsy left the beach with Phil and she refused to look back at Thomas for fear of losing her nerve. She was determined to make a stand and show Thomas that she was not happy when he got too friendly with other women. Strange as it sounded now, Betsy reasoned her relationship with Thomas was much more than a fleeting afternoon, love affair.

Betsy had everything packed in no time. They departed so fast that Phil was amazed. He thought Betsy was peeved at something but hesitated to say anything for fear she was mad at him. They bid all their friends a goodbye until next weekend and hit the road.

Now years later, Betsy wondered how anyone could act so stupid. She lay in her state of dreamland remembering how mad she was at Thomas and the girl. Her anger turned out to be her boyfriend's immense gratification. Phil received the blowjob of his life on the drive home. He was utterly shocked when Betsy whipped his cock out and then bent over to suck it.

Phil wasn't stopping for anything because he didn't want Betsy to stop so he kept driving. The thrill of possibly getting caught or seen by someone on the busy interstate made the experience even more thrilling. Not much was said after he climaxed. Phil merely drove and Betsy sat quietly while they dreamed of separate issues. Betsy wondered if Thomas was real and if her relationship with Phil was actually over. Although Phil had always said they were not fully committed to each other, Betsy still felt guilty for having a secret affair.

***

The next weekend signaled the end of summer. It was a three-day affair with Monday being the last holiday of summer and everyone just wanted to party hard. Betsy thought she was right in assuming Phil didn't know anything about what happened last weekend with Thomas. She planned to get more of Thomas' personal information this weekend and hoped he would show up at the beach house. When she and Phil arrived at the house, all the bedrooms were full except for theirs.

Betsy rushed upstairs to the bedroom that she hoped Thomas would be in, but she sadly found the room occupied by an unforgettable guest. The door of the room was open and Betsy got a glimpse of Marty putting her things away. She had a sudden urge to order the woman out of the bedroom but realized it was not her place to assign rooms. A shiver of doubt went through her tummy wondering if Phil had given Thomas' old room to the disgusting Marty.

That Saturday was probably the longest day of her life. Betsy sat on the beach watching Phil and volleyball crowd and she remembered drinking way too much. She was kind of down on Phil because her mind was so preoccupied with hopes of seeing Thomas again. It seemed the day would never end but it finally did with a big party in their beach house living room. Everyone sat around getting blasted; it was a combination of too much sun, too much booze and too much late night carousing.

The mood on Sunday was far more sedated. Everyone was hung over and Betsy was no different than the rest. She was filled with worry and anxiety thinking that she poured her heart out to a man who didn't want her. It was like any person who dearly loved someone but didn't know whether that person loved them back. Sunday brunch was the first meal of the day and Betsy found herself sitting with Penny at the kitchen table.

The two women chatted casually and Penny asked her about Marty. Penny wanted to know what happened last weekend. Betsy watched the girl's reaction when she told her about Marty's gangbang but Penny's face didn't show anything. Knowing the girl was very religious, Betsy assumed that Penny would never condemn anyone for sinning in such an immoral way.

Once afternoon arrived, the group was over their hangovers. They were ready for some more sun and volleyball and everyone moved down to the beach. Betsy got her usual spot off to one side of the setup courts and she again lapsed into a state of nervous anxiety.

In the middle of the afternoon, all of a sudden she saw him. Thomas was standing with a group of guys who had just finished a volleyball game and he looked marvelous. Betsy didn't want to show too much enthusiasm, but she just couldn't wait. She almost ran up to the group and when Thomas saw her, his face lit up. Suddenly he excused himself and took Betsy's hand leading her off to one side so they could be alone.

"I had to come. Sorry I didn't get here earlier... but I got held up. I can't stay this weekend... and I wanted you to know that," Thomas whispered.

Betsy stood holding his hands while he kept talking. "I have a big family gathering that I have to attend. It's on right now but I had to come here to tell you... so you wouldn't think I was ignoring you," he explained. "Last weekend... was the best of my life. You mean everything to me... and I didn't want you to worry that I wasn't going to see you again."

"It's okay. I wasn't worried. I was just sitting around with the rest of the guys... enjoying the sun and having a few beers," Betsy said feeling her face blush a brilliant red.

"I have to be in Boston... well, about two hours ago," he whispered with a chuckle. "But I had to see you. Here! This is my business card. Please call me Wednesday. I'll be in my new home then."

They exchanged a loving embrace and suddenly everything was all right. Betsy watched him run down the beach until he was out of sight, and then she returned to her chair. The remainder of the afternoon and evening was a complete blur, as all she could think about was Wednesday, a new beginning in her love-life.

Betsy was still in a heightened, emotional state later in the evening. She remembered thinking that nothing could stop her from dreaming about what was in store for the future. Thinking back on that night, Betsy realized that her boyfriend likely planned the whole evening. She was oblivious to the reality Phil plied her with booze, which made her let down her guard. Betsy was completely oblivious that Phil knew about her secret affair.

Close to midnight, Phil pestered her to join him for a little private party in one of the upstairs bedrooms. Reluctantly Betsy went with him just wanting to get the evening over with so she could go to bed. At the top of the stairs, Betsy halted when she realized Phil was heading towards the bedroom, which held great memories. There were strange moans and groans coming from the room she shared with Thomas the previous weekend and Betsy remembered thinking that the gangbang slut was at it again.

Suddenly Phil grabbed her arm and made her stand quietly outside the noisy room. The door to Marty's room was open, which Betsy found out later was done on purpose. She could still hear loud moans of a woman's distress and then Phil encouraged her to peek into the room. Not wanting to disobey, Betsy slowly poked her head around the corner and noticed plenty of action on Marty's bed.

Betsy was about to retreat when her boyfriend grabbed her arm with a viselike grip. It happened so fast that she didn't get a chance to get away from Phil. "Let's watch. I want to see Marty turn a little miss goodie-girl into her slave," he whispered.

Now years later, Betsy realized how naïve and stupid she was back then. She should have realized it was all a setup, but at the time she didn't. Her boyfriend pushed her into the room and up against the wall. They stood motionless and the combatants on the bed never paid any attention to the new onlookers.

Thankfully the room was relatively dark so Betsy didn't think she was in the spotlight. She stared at the furious action taking place a few feet away and noticed the naked body of Marty sitting on another woman's face. Marty had her knees around the woman's head and she locked her fingers into the struggling woman's hair. It appeared like Marty was suffocating the woman, as she pulled the woman's head up tightly into her crotch.

It had to be seen, to be believed. Marty was forcing a woman to eat her out and there was a man fucking the woman's brains out. The man was perpendicular to the women and he was holding the thrashing legs up in the air. He lay sideways to the woman and pounded his pecker in and out of her hole like a madman. Betsy remembered thinking that the woman must be hurting from being in such a precarious position.

Betsy never did know why she merely stood there. Surely, she reasoned now years later, it should have been possible to escape Phil's grasp. All of a sudden Marty was going through the throes of an explosive orgasm. Her body shook and vibrated and Betsy could clearly see she was having an enormous climax. The sound of the woman's tongue lapping Marty's leaking pussy sent shivers up Betsy's spine, as she watched the torrid sex scene.

Suddenly Marty's orgasm was over and she shifted her body down so that she was sitting on the woman's stomach. Marty grabbed the woman's legs from the man and held them high in the air, which kept her crotch fully exposed for the man. Betsy's eye's opened in awe when she noticed who it was. Penny, or the righteous Church-girl as the group called her, was laying spread out on the bed with her face covered with Marty's juices. Penny's eyes were open wide and she was staring straight up at the ceiling.

Betsy was afraid to move for fear of drawing attention to her and Phil. She ogled the demoralizing gangbang, which was taking place right in front of her, and stood still, flat against the wall. Then Betsy noticed Penny's bare breasts for the first time. She had always known the woman's tits were small and almost nonexistent but she never realized her nipples were so outstanding. They had to be an inch in size and obviously extremely sensitive by the way she moaned when Marty pinched them.

The memory suddenly got more detailed and far more vivid. Betsy could hear everything like it was yesterday. "Say it. Say it, slut. Tell mistress to let you cum," Marty hissed daring Penny to say something. "Do you like mistress playing with your glorious nipples? Slut... I can see you want it. Say it!"

Marty twirled the woman's nipples around, as if she was twisting them off a bottle. Then she put her face closer to Penny's and dared her again. "I know Stan is fucking your sweet cunt... and filling his slut with cum. Now mistress wants to hear her slave beg... beg for it," Marty whispered. Her voice sent shivers through Betsy even though Marty was speaking to someone else.

Suddenly Penny was talking but her voice was too soft to be heard across the room. "Louder! Say it louder... so my new slut can hear. Say it slut," Marty ordered.

It never dawned on Betsy at the time but Marty had plans. The sound of Penny's lost pleas were all that she was aware of. "Please... oh please let me cum. God mistress... my nipples... my pussy... oh, my God... I have to cum."

Marty pinched the swollen nipples and twisted them as hard as she could. "More!"

Penny couldn't stop but nothing she said was discernable. "Ooh... ooh. Oowie... ooh gawd... aah... gaaw, ooh, ooh. Oh no... oh no... yea... plea."

It was obvious that Marty was in control and Penny was willing to submit to anything she demanded. Marty whispered in Penny's ear, making the girl speak loud and clear. She pleaded and begged her mistress and Betsy couldn't believe Penny had given in. What Betsy did notice was a world-class orgasm.

Betsy didn't even notice what her boyfriend had been doing. She glanced to the side and saw Phil jerking off his hard cock. With her attention diverted at the least opportune time, it enabled Marty to put her devious plan in place. Betsy was petrified standing against the wall when the three naked bodies from the bed approached. "So my little slut likes watching. Did you like watching me turn Church-girl into a slut?"

Betsy was too stunned to say anything. Then she got the bright inspiration to run. She pushed away from the wall and was just about to make a getaway when Phil grabbed her arms. He stood behind her and pinned her arms behind her back.

Suddenly Marty was in her face. "I asked you a question! Did you like watching me turn Penny into a slut?" Then the woman took advantage of Betsy's captive stance. She wrapped the fingers of her left hand into her hair and jerked Betsy's head until their eyes locked.

Betsy knew enough to answer or things could get worse. "No... no, gawd no."

A sudden jerk of Marty's left hand and an extremely stern stare was enough to change Betsy's mind. There was a momentary pause. Then Betsy decided to tell the woman what she wanted to hear, assuming it was the best thing to do.

"Yea... yes. Yes! I watched... are you fucking happy?"

Marty was good at gaining control over submissive women. She had done it many times and certainly the episode with Penny was testament to her ability to become a mistress. Suddenly her right hand slipped under the bottom of Betsy's shirt and instantly closed over her left boob.

"I watched you the whole time. I saw the lust on your face. Only a slut would stand there and watch... watch Church-girl being punished."

"Oh gawd... I didn't mean to." Betsy tried to turn her head and look at Phil, but Marty held her hair with a secure hold.

Then Marty swiftly ripped Betsy's bra up so she could feel a bare breast. Her hand cupped Betsy's titty and squeezed hard enough to get a reaction.

Betsy struggled and tried to twist out of Phil's iron-grip. She got a brief hope of getting free, but suddenly Marty took control. She pinched the hardened nipple and rolled it around vigorously until Betsy stopped struggling.

Marty got more excited with each passing second. Her head filled with lustful illusions, watching the futile struggles of the gorgeous woman. "Phil tells me that you are the hottest woman around. That you love screwing... anything with a pulse," Marty whispered. "He knows. Phil knows you fucked around... screwed around with Thomas."

Betsy continued to squirm, but suddenly she comprehended the severity of the situation. If her boyfriend knew that she had sex with Thomas, he would certainly not help her now. Betsy realized that she was alone against Marty, but also Phil, who would be out for revenge. Marty would try to humiliate and degrade her enough so that she could gain control and Phil would help the woman. But Betsy vowed to be strong and fight the bitch to the end.

All of a sudden things took a turn for the worst. "Slut! Come here slut... and see if we can turn dear Betsy into our slave," Marty said to Penny. "Stan honey... and Phil... let's take our little slave to the bed. Then dear Betsy can show us that she's a real slut."

Suddenly everyone reached for her. Phil grabbed her under the armpits, someone grabbed one leg, someone grabbed the other, and then they all picked her up like a feather. In a split second, Betsy found herself spread-eagled on the bed with four sex-starved maniacs holding her captive. She twisted and struggled but Phil held her arms fully stretched, up above her head, and her legs were pinned to the mattress by Stan and Penny.

Marty was in her glory. She huddled beside the frightened woman and pretended to console Betsy. Marty lifted and supported Betsy's head and stared directly into her eyes. "You think you're too good for the rest of us... don't you? Well, miss prissy... we'll see how good you really are," Marty whispered in a most threatening tone. "Slut... Church-girl! Come here and show our little slave how you like sucking titties. But first... let's get the bitch naked."

Marty planned to make Betsy suffer. She was going to strip the woman, but it would be slow and tantalizing. Marty grabbed the bottom of Betsy's shirt and rolled it up to her neck, along with the lacy bra. She shifted slightly to the side and allowed Penny room to move over Betsy's chest. Penny hovered over the captive woman and suddenly the two stared into each other's eyes. Betsy was moved by the hesitant, pleading look on Penny's face and she felt like telling the girl that she understood.

Betsy remembered shaking her head when she realized what was about to happen. She glanced down at her exposed chest and noticed her boobs swaying seductively side to side with her ragged breathing. There was a hand, Marty's hand she realized, cupping her right titty and sort of squeezing it into a cone-shape. "Aren't they beautiful... the most succulent tits... ever! Go ahead Penny. Feel them. Put your hands on them and feel what real breast are like," Marty said.

It was now or never, Betsy decided. "Phil. Phil! For gawd sake... make her stop! Make the bitch stop... now!"

Betsy tried to turn her head upwards so she could see her boyfriend. "For gawd sake, Phil! Do something! Make her stop!"

There was no response from Phil except that he tightened his hold on her outstretched arms. When she tried again to reason with him, Betsy decided that a more subtle approach might work. "Oh, please. Phil... please help me. Oh, gawd you have to help me... pleeeeease!" Betsy hoped her pleas would make her boyfriend realize the error of what was happening but that didn't happen.

Suddenly her head was jerked so that she stared straight ahead at Penny. The girl's eyes pleaded for forgiveness but that didn't stop Penny from obeying her mistress. Betsy felt the girl's hands shaking when they caressed her breastbone and then slide slowly upwards. The hands quickly stopped vibrating when the fingers seized both dazzling nipples.

Betsy gave another valiant attempt to look at Phil, but Marty held her head steady, facing the front. She desperately wanted to lie perfectly still and show Marty that her humiliation was having no affect. Then her breathing got very uneven and her chest heaved displaying some of her lost control.

Marty decided it was time for further chastisement. "Now... let's take her clothes off. She likes showing off on the beach... wearing those skimpy outfits," she whispered. "Fuck honey... let's see what those horny bastards keep looking at."

Betsy felt so many hands on her torso that it was impossible to fight them off. Suddenly her top and bra were removed and tossed across the room, as if they were rags. She could feel Marty's hands even before they actually touched her body.

Betsy knew what was next. Her tummy quivered so violently that it was increasingly harder to breath. Then Marty's fingers unsnapped the waistband of her pants. Betsy couldn't breathe anymore. Suddenly Marty slowly undid the zipper in a most tantalizing fashion and purposely held the flaps open. Betsy's tummy heaved in and out so fast, making it hard to catch her breath when the woman's fingers brushed the edges of her panties.

Marty's fingers pinched the elastic band and pulled outward so she could look down the front. "My, my! That's about the nicest cunt... ever. I bet you like it being touched... caressed by a slut. I think you'll like it if Penny touches you... won't you?"

All of a sudden the hands returned. Stan along with the helping hands of Marty and Penny quickly stripped the rest of Betsy's clothes while Phil pinned her arms above her head. She remembered sobbing and letting out numerous whimpers when her pants were lowered. Then more sobs when her panties were stripped leaving her completely naked. Betsy tried kicking but her legs merely thrashed in midair before getting pinned on the bed again.

Things were getting more desperate and Betsy opened her mouth again to plead for mercy. Suddenly Marty rolled the lacy panties into a ball and shoved them into Betsy's open mouth. The woman laughed out loud and Betsy felt sick. "I know you want it. You're a slut... just like Church-girl. I could see that when you kept watching... the gangbang last weekend... and the one tonight," Marty whispered.

Betsy's eyes were open so wide they hurt. She stared straight up at the ceiling hoping it was all a bad dream. "Now it's time for you to see a real slut. Penny my love... you will witness lust like you've never seen before."

The dire prediction made Betsy cry. She desperately tried to spit the panties out but Marty held them security in her mouth. Suddenly her plight seemed so hopeless and Betsy wasn't sure if she had the strength to overcome Marty's drastic prophecy. Suddenly Marty blocked her view of the ceiling and the woman glared threateningly into Betsy's teary eyes. "Listen. Listen good slut... because I won't repeat myself. You're going to cream... cum in Penny's mouth and show her that you are a real slut."

Marty spread out on the bed. She was sideways to Betsy, leaning over her chest. Marty put her right arm on the bed and held herself up so she could keep her face right in front of the woman's startled eyes. Her left hand continued to hold the panty gag in Betsy's mouth and everyone heard the whimpers of despair coming from the captive.

Betsy couldn't see past the shield of Marty's body but suddenly she felt a feather, or it felt like one. Then she realized it was Penny's tongue. The girl licked her entire pelvis and then she licked the inside of her thighs. Penny was spurred onward by the wonderful smell and the sweetest taste. Her tongue lashed out and grazed the tip of Betsy's slit. The legs were tightly closed, but it still left a small, upper portion of Betsy's pussy exposed. Penny could barely touch the hidden clit, but she couldn't resist flicking her tongue between the puffy labia.

Betsy desperately held her legs together. Stan had long ago stopped holding her down and he was standing off to one side merrily fisting his prick. Phil refused to let go of her arms, but he did relax his grip so it was not as restrictive for his girlfriend. Penny crouched beside Betsy's outstretched legs trying her best to perform magic, which would please her mistress.

Penny had no idea what her mistress was doing, but Betsy knew. "Spread your legs... open them so slut Penny can taste your cunt. If you don't open them this instant... I'll kick the living shit out of you. And then feed your beaten ass to every fucking guy in this house," Marty said with her voice steady and mean. "That's it slut... spread those lovely legs... show me what a slut you are."

It was the most devastating moment in her life up to that point. Betsy never understood how her legs parted but she certainly understood the repercussions. Her feet were only about a foot apart, but that was enough for Penny. She flipped over one leg and pounced down between the shapely thighs. Then her hands pushed outward on the legs and suddenly she could see it all.

Penny's fingers went to the pink, swollen lips and pried them part to reveal utopia. It took a few moments before Penny was able to move, but then she swooped in to put her lips over the upper portion of Betsy's slit. She tenderly forced her tongue between the pearly lips and found the secret control button. Penny opened her mouth wide and sucked the entire clitoris into her burning mouth.

Betsy arched her back but there was no escaping the hungry jaws. "Feel it... feel Penny's mouth. There is no one better at eating pussy than Penny. The girl sucked me inside out when she ate me. What's it feel like... slut!"

Betsy was more determined than ever. She used every ounce of willpower to stave off any desire or lust. Her pretty face twisted and lines of worry appeared, which made Marty extremely pleased. Saliva ran out the corners of her mouth, as Betsy tried hard to keep breathing with the gag still in her mouth. "Fight it. Go ahead... fight all you want. We aren't going anywhere until you do it," Marty whispered.

The woman's burning breath made Betsy's face turn beat red. Betsy grit her teeth on the soaked panties, fighting with all of her strength and resolve. Suddenly Marty dropped down, pulling the gag out. She lay on top of Betsy's chest and kissed her on the lips. At first the lips remained closed tightly but that reversed in a heartbeat. Marty's teeth curled around Betsy's bottom lip and then she bit hard. It was the kiss from Hell. Betsy was positive she tasted blood and her mouth opened, as if to protest.

Then the demanding Marty grabbed a handful of hair and twisted hard. She aimed Betsy's head in her direction and forced her tongue into the waiting mouth. Marty had to search for the tongue, but she found it hiding in the bottom of Betsy's mouth. The timid tongue came up to fight off the forceful approach, but then the sharp teeth closed on it too.

Tears filled Betsy's eyes, as she felt helpless against such a powerful woman. All of a sudden Betsy felt more teeth. Penny had the tiny clit between her ivories and she nibbled on the puffy bud. Betsy's hips jerked, as she reacted to the sharp caresses, but that only encouraged the determined Penny.

All of a sudden she experienced the strangest feelings of her life. Everything happened at the same time. Betsy realized her arms were free, but still they remained above her head, thrashing wildly. The kiss consumed her soul like no other; the teeth nibbled nonstop on her sensitive clitoris, and then a long, slender finger filled her steaming hole. Betsy knew her hips were bouncing up and down in perfect rhythm with the finger fucking but she couldn't do anything about it.

Betsy never considered her collapse as surrender. It was merely the evolution of a sexual encounter and she willingly let her juices flow freely into the hungry mouth. Penny was a pro and her tongue and teeth worked feverishly in harmony to consume Betsy's lust. She tasted the cream and sucked even harder, knowing what it would do to Betsy's resolve.

There was the briefest moment when Betsy rode the crest, teetering high in the air. Then the dam broke and the orgasm flooded her good judgment. Her body belonged to the devil and Betsy let the climax overwhelm all of her emotions.

***

Oh, gawd, what a night, Betsy thought as she remembered that night with Marty. It didn't require any encouragement for the men to act. Betsy vividly remembered having the feeling of total helplessness. She felt the overpowering urge to let Marty retain control and sensed that the woman merely tolerated Phil and Stan when they had intercourse with her slave. Marty held Betsy the whole time, as first Phil, and then Stan ravaged her beaten body.

Betsy remembered thinking at the time that it would be Phil's last stand. Their relationship was over. She submitted to the sexual encounter and tried to let her mind go off into some blank space. Betsy was thankful for Marty's tender caresses and it made the disgusting sex go by much easier. As soon as Phil emptied his load, Stan mounted her. Again Betsy merely closed her eyes and let it happen. She felt Stan's momentum build quickly and it was over in a flash.

Thinking back on the worst night of her life, Betsy wondered if the drastic episode left any permanent scares. Just when Betsy thought it was over, Marty had something else to prove. The woman yearned to display her ultimate control over the sexiest woman and her outburst took Betsy by surprise. Marty ordered her to eat her out. "Do it. Lick my pussy... make me cum all over your slut tongue," she whispered in Betsy's ear. "Eat me... or else!"

Betsy heard the dire remark but she didn't react fast enough. All of a sudden Marty grabbed her by the hair and sat her up straight. Then she slapped Betsy so hard across the face that it snapped her head to the side. Betsy was stunned. Suddenly her head was rotated to the front and she stared into the dark, paralyzing eyes. "Get between my legs... now! Lick my pussy," Marty hissed. "Get on your hands and knees so you can put your sexy ass in the air... so Penny can fuck it."

It took about five seconds for the controlling woman to get the slave on her hands and knees. Marty yanked on Betsy's hair and she guided the whimpering woman between her legs. Betsy's cheek was on fire. The slap had robbed any measure of dignity still left in her and Betsy felt her face shoved into the woman's wetness. The hair on her head hurt so bad that Betsy was afraid to struggle for fear Marty would pull harder.

Suddenly Betsy didn't want to think about that night any longer. The group stayed in Marty's bedroom the whole night and it was Betsy's biggest nightmare. She refused to recall how many times she was molested and forced to have sex. It was a chapter that wasn't pleasant but one that had to be included in her life story. She remembered falling asleep in the middle of the night but being awaken by Phil and Stan. The nightmare continued until she finally fell asleep in complete exhaustion.

***

Betsy woke up with the heat and sun filling the enclosed bedroom. Phil and Marty were already up but the other three lay strewn on top of the messy bed. Betsy had a sheet covering her nudity but the other two had nothing. Her head hurt; her eyes burned so bad it was hard to keep them open, and she was famished. She heard the shower running and assumed one of the missing villains was in there.

A sudden tremor shot through her head with the recollection of what Phil told her during the night. Betsy was going to try and recall when that was but suddenly realized it really didn't matter. Phil told her that he knew about Thomas, as the house had many ears and eyes. He informed her that he wanted one last fling before setting her free. He merely told her it was a nice ride while it lasted but he realized their relationship was over.

Of course that happened in the middle of the night. Then Betsy remembered when Phil jumped her bones for one last ride and how the rest took liberties. She shivered with the memory. Suddenly Betsy needed to end her relationship with Phil and end the life chapter and her recollection returned to Marty's bedroom.

Abruptly Betsy jumped out of bed. She passed Phil coming out of the bathroom wearing a towel and they just said good morning. Betsy had a quick shower and then she had to get out of the place. Dressed in a t-shirt, panties, and shorts, and with a little money, she was gone. She found a little restaurant several blocks away and just sat there eating and musing. How did it all happen? Was I to blame? Betsy kept wondering what went wrong?

When she got back to the house, everyone was already down at the beach. Since it was the last day of what was considered summer holidays, everyone wanted to push it to the limit. Betsy contemplated calling someone to come out and pick her up, but she decided to accept Phil's offer for a ride home. It meant spending the entire afternoon at the beach but it was her only option unless she could catch a ride with someone else.

Betsy headed for the beach wanting to catch up on some needed zees. She napped but her daydreaming was soon interrupted when Penny and Flipper decided to join her. Penny put her towel down next to Betsy's chair and immediately started rubbing lotion on herself. Betsy offered to do her back and the two women huddled closer.

All of a sudden Betsy noticed that Penny was not smiling. The same smile Penny always had was gone and she appeared troubled. Betsy took special care in massaging the girl's back and shoulders, trying to show her that she cared. "It's okay... everything's okay."

Penny couldn't look at the adorable woman. "I'm sorry... so sorry. She made me do it... and I didn't want to," she whispered. Suddenly Penny realized her mistake. "No! Well, I did... really wanted to touch you, but not like that."
Betsy realized that Penny was sincere and that she was merely following orders last night. She shuddered thinking of what happened during the night and how she reacted to everything Penny did.

Suddenly her train of thought was interrupted by Marty. The woman abruptly appeared with three strangers and the grin on her face sent shivers through Betsy and Penny. "Love! Penny... I have some guys that would like to meet you. We're heading to the house... please join us."

The woman's statements sounded more like orders than anything else. Marty motioned towards the three men waiting off to one side and she gave the girl no choice. "Here... let me get your towel. Now... let's go!"

Penny stood up, grabbing her beach bag to leave. Her head went from side to side looking at Betsy and Marty and her expression conveyed the hopelessness of the situation. Betsy felt sorry for the girl but she was not about to help Penny out in any way. She had already decided to not have anything else to do with the conniving Marty.

Just before Marty turned to leave, she squatted next to Betsy's chair. She rested her forearm on the chair and stared straight into Betsy's bewildered eyes. "You can come... join us. Since you like to watch... you can get nice and close this time," Marty whispered.

The sarcasm was thick when Betsy responded. "No, thanks. I'll pass."

"Your mouth says not but your nipples say yes."

Betsy stared into the woman's eyes almost daring her to do something. Then Marty did and Betsy almost fainted. Marty's fingers reached out and brushed across the ends of both boobs. Betsy had thrown out the challenge but suddenly she was too dumbfounded to move when the woman accepted. Marty's fingers lightly caressed her nipples and Betsy just sat still and it quickly turned into a cat and mouse game.

"Penny will suck those luscious nipples."

"No. I don't think so."

"I've never seen anyone cum like you did last night..."

"I'm glad you liked it."

"Yes, it was fantastic. But you'll be doing Penny a favor if you join us."

"Not today. I'm heading home right away."

"Too bad! When I told the guys how you like to watch... watch a gangbang, they were totally aroused."

"Well, I don't really like watching such awful scenes."

"Honest! But you should have seen yourself last night... fucking amazing the way you came when Penny ate you."

"Please... no more."

Suddenly Marty pinched both nipples and rolled them around. She didn't care who was looking. "That's more like it... begging like you did last night. I can't remember getting more excited when I heard you beg for it... just like a real slut."

Betsy was speechless. Marty gave her nipples a twist and then she let them go. The woman looked like a snake ready to pounce on a little mouse. "I don't have time for this now... but you know! You know I can make you do anything? Make you act like a slut... don't you?"

Betsy didn't know what to say. She was steadfast in not submitting again to the bitch, but Marty's threats sent shivers through her body. Suddenly Betsy wondered what she would do if Marty pulled her out of the chair and ordered her to come? What if Marty ordered her to join the crowd in the house? Did she have enough courage to resist the woman?

All of a sudden Marty stood and departed. She quickly joined her group and they all headed for the house. Betsy noticed how Penny was surrounded by Marty on one side and a stranger on the other. Marty had her arm around Penny's shoulders in an effort to console the girl, but it was the man who drew Betsy's stare. His right hand was on Penny's back and suddenly shifted downwards and directly onto the girl's butt. Betsy noticed how he squeezed and felt Penny's ass and there was no retaliation of any kind.

Betsy almost jumped out of her skin. Unexpectedly Phil was beside her and he poked her in the side to get her attention. He said to relax and enjoy what was left of the long weekend. Luckily for Betsy, Phil decided to leave his volleyball buddies so he could drive her home. She desperately wanted to make a fast getaway even though it meant the end of summer. Betsy felt pangs of sadness thinking of no longer spending time at Phil's wonderful beach house.

The trip was silent for the first few miles, but then they started a light conversation. Nothing was said about ending the love affair but both knew it was over. Suddenly Betsy sat up on the spare bed she was using for reminiscing. The life story was evolving and another chapter came to a close. A chapter that taught her many life lessons so it was not all bad.

THE END
I will continue Betsy's weekend in another chapter. I promised her that I would write about her first 39 years and then we can fantasize about the future. I hope readers don't find this type of flashback too confusing but I wanted Betsy to think about all the things that happened in her life before turning 40. Betsy is probably the most appealing woman I know, and strangely, I am not sure if she is not the wittiest, smartest woman... or the craziest.

Please send me your feedback, as I always appreciate readers who take the time to write.

Seducing a Telephone Repairman

BarbiSinclair on Sex Stories

I’ve had fantasies about the cable guy that I had once seduced.  Jimmy and I unfortunately didn’t have video of it but he was able to take pictures of me taking his big black cock.  I’ve recently had to go back to that picture set and loudly reminisce about it as Jimmy fucked me in bed one night.  Ironically, a day came when we had trouble with our phone line and finally Jimmy placed a repair request order to fix the problem.  When we were finally told what day the telephone repairman was coming to fix our phone line, my mind couldn’t help but wander and think about if the guy would be cute enough to seduce, just like I did to the cable guy.  Needless to say, my fantasy came true with the telephone repairman, and Jimmy to this day ca
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n’t believe what a naughty slut I was with him. (Check out the video that went with this story entitled: seducing a telephone repairman.)

         I got excited when the doorbell rang and Jimmy went to answer it.  I stayed in the bedroom to pick out sexy lingerie that I could wear if the telephone repairman would pass the test with me.  That is, to see if he would be cool enough to allow me to seduce him.  So I heard him come up the stairs and walk into the kitchen towards the phone jack on the wall, which was next to the bedroom door.  He had a decent sounding voice, but I really wanted to get a good glimpse of him.  So I walked out of the bedroom holding a camcorder in my hand, videotaping him and his work.  Jimmy stood beside him with a smirk on his face as to why I came out with the camcorder.  I had not told my husband about my fantasy to seduce the telephone repairman just in case he wouldn’t allow me to do it.  It was risky.  Furthermore, little did Jimmy know that when he went to answer the doorbell, I set aside sexy lingerie to wear for the repairman.  I was already being naughty as it was, but wait until I tell you exactly what kind of slut I was.  So, my camcorder rolled as Jimmy’s face was still in complete surprise as the repairman continued to do his job.  The technician didn’t mind the camera rolling and seemed very cool about it, at least from the outside.  That was already a telltale sign that he just might be the right candidate that I could seduce into fucking me. 

         I continued taping for about another ten minutes before I saw that he was almost done.  I thought to myself, I can’t let him just finish and be off to his next appointment.  I needed to act quickly so I told him that we also had a problem with our phone jack in the bedroom.  Jimmy couldn’t believe what I was saying!  I knew it could have been the only way to lure him into the bedroom.  So as the repairman went out to his truck to get more tools and wire, I quickly went into the bedroom bathroom to get changed as I placed the camera up on the armoire with the camera recording.  I stayed in the bathroom for a few minutes after I got changed into Jimmy’s favorite blue baby doll lingerie with white thong panties and white fishnet stockings in my heels.  I needed to make sure I didn’t step foot out of the bathroom until the repairman was already in the bedroom.  My plan was to innocently sneak up on him.  And finally after a few minutes, I heard his voice and I quietly opened the bathroom door to makes sure he did not yet see me, as his back was facing me.  I tiptoed softly on the carpet and made my way over to the repairman, as Jimmy with his jaw-dropped-open look on his face moved away and gave me room to sneak up against the technician.  As the repairman turned towards Jimmy’s direction where he was standing, he looked at me with disbelief, nearly losing his balance and falling over.  He said, “Wow,” and just couldn’t believe how sexy looking I was wearing that sexy piece of lingerie.  He also couldn’t believe that something like this would happen to him on the job, meaning that a girl would be dressed so sexy!  Little did he know that there was more coming. 

         The repairman couldn’t help but stand up and get a closer look at me, as I stood motionless smiling at him.  I hoped that his masculine instinct would take over and he would just have his way with me.  The repairman pulled me onto the bed where he pulled out my tits, took my panties off, and sensually kissed me.  My nipples were hard and my pussy was extremely wet.  Jimmy couldn’t help but grab the rolling camera, once he realized I had it set up on the armoire, and began filming.  The repairman was more than cool with having his face on camera.  I was in total ecstasy as he pulled up my lingerie more and started to eat out my pussy really slowly, teasing the hell out of me.  All I could think at that point was for him to fuck a slut while he was on the clock.  The reality of it was really hot!!  I couldn’t hold on any longer and came with a really nice orgasm.  After having eaten out my pussy and given me a really good orgasm, I unzipped his pants to suck on his cock.  I figured he tasted me, so it was my turn to taste him.  I sucked on his cock for a few minutes until we both couldn’t take the tease anymore.  I wanted new cock in my pussy and he just wanted to fuck my pussy.  It was a perfect match.  He luckily had a condom in his pocket that he took out and I slowly placed it over his hard cock.  I held his cock and slowly inserted it into my wet pussy.  I felt every texture of his cock as it glided in and out.  He couldn’t believe how tight my pussy was!  As Jimmy was taping, I told Jimmy that he would get to fuck a loose pussy right after.  So the repairman, after fucking me missionary style, flipped me over and fucked me doggy style.  This guy’s cock pounded my pussy hard as the bed moved and squeaked.  I have to say that I’ve never been pounded so hard in my life before!  Jimmy just continued to roll the tape with a smile on his face and a raging hard-on in his pants, thinking that he couldn’t wait to finally get his turn to fuck my pussy!!  It didn’t take the repairman long at all to finally let go and shoot out his load.  I felt his warm cum inside my pussy separated by the thin condom in between as he vocalized his release.  It was so hot!!  I felt myself getting wet and ready to go for another round. However, I knew that he was on the clock and probably had to get going, especially not having anticipated diagnosing a phone jack only to learn that it was a ploy to lure him into the bedroom to fuck me.

         As the repairman left to go use the bathroom, Jimmy took his plunge.  He removed his clothes and wanted to get a piece of my loose pussy.  His cock felt so good as he fucked me on the bed, again making the bed squeak.  I was so lucky to have had two cocks within that short amount of time.  In the meantime, the repairman came back from the bathroom to put his clothes on.  He watched Jimmy fuck me as he dressed himself.  I thought he would feel uncomfortable, but he walked right over and squeezed and sucked on my nipples for about five minutes as I played with myself as Jimmy fucked me.  I came first followed by Jimmy’s load that exploded in my pussy.  What a cream pie it turned out to be.  The repairman had to wait to see that cream pie slowly run out of my pussy.  I was in total ecstasy as I looked at both my husband and the repairman, thinking to myself, “I just satisfied these two cocks in the last half hour, and one of them was a brand new cock for my pussy.”  It was a productive day for the repairman and a fantasy for me to now say that I had seduced the telephone repairman.  Maybe next time I could mess around with the phone jack just to have someone come out again.  Oh, does that thought make my pussy wet again!
THE END
Author:  Barbi Sinclair

TOMORROW'S WORLD Part 1

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Excerpts from the novel TOMORROW’S WORLD by Steve Nelson
TOMORROW’S WORLD is an erotic Science Fiction novel by Steve Nelson. A man from the 20th Century awakens from a high tech hibernation experiment centuries in the future. In this future world nudity is the norm and sex is the passion.
…”HELLO” he said. “My name is Vin147, I am the Administrator here…The nearest we can figure is that you’ve been in your Dream Machine for about 200 years”. I was stunned! “ We are very sorry to say that all who knew you are now dead and gone. But look on it this way” said Vin. “You’ve been given a new chance. Our way of life is very nice and you’ll see it soon.”
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I was aware of others th
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at were there helping me along on the wheeled hospital bed. I also saw that they were all naked and bald, with a small gold chain and badge around their necks. They had wrist devices and some type of rubber slippers on their feet and that was it!
I took special notice that some were women; and they all had big beautiful tits! “I’m in Heaven” I thought.
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The rise in health and strength that my cock has received is astounding, not to mention the beautiful nurses that have helped me with toiletry and showering. I’ve wanted to just reach out and have a big taste of their lovely big tits for days now.
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Vin paused and smiled, “I have a treat for you, then.” He stepped to the door and came back in a moment with an extremely lovely woman in tow. “Arthur, I want you to meet, ‘Female401E’. She will be your assigned companion to help you through your transition to our, or your, new way of life… Understand now, she is not your slave or your servant. Female401E is a qualified nurse.”
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“From now on you are officially known as ‘Male501E’” said Vin. “Male501E, I believe you’ll be happy to know that Female401E is your downstairs neighbor.”
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“I AM VERY PLEASED to meet you” I said. “Please don’t be too formal” she said. “I am Female401E. I am here to help you with everything you may need. I’ll be by your side always unless you tell me to go away.”
“Are you kidding?” I said. “I don’t think I’d tell you to go away if I live to be 100.”
“Your new apartment is our first destination for today” she said. “Do you feel up to it?”
“Lead on Honey, I’m sticking with you!” “Please, my name is Female401E!” she said. “Ok sorry, but the number part sounds to me so official and unfriendly, how about, ‘My Female?” I said. “Just Female’” she said. “As I am not yours.” “Ok. Deal. Female it is then” I said.
“Male501E, you must understand that it is my job to help you learn and adjust to our ways, to make them your ways.” “OK. And I have an adjustment for you, then” I said with a smile. “When we’re together, you just call me ‘Male’, OK?” She thought a moment then said, “OK. We have a deal, ‘Male’.”
I sat back on the hospital bed and gazed at her. She wanted to speak again but I shushed her. “Do you know how beautiful you are?” I said. “You remind me of a female I saw in a publication back in the 20th Century. Your eyes are simply delicious. I feel I will melt when I look at you… I just love that bronze skin tone you have… You are slim with nicely rounded hips and your ass is just gorgeous!”
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“IS YOUR PUSSY HOT AND WET?” I asked. “Believe me Male, it has been since I came into this room” she said. “Now Male, are you through enjoying my body?” she asked. “Never!” I said.
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Female 401E spoke again in her sweet voice. “First I want to help you with what you’ll see when we exit the Medical Center. You will see females mounted on males as they go about their business. It is customary for females to mount a male for trips here and there. Females do not do a lot of walking in our society they simply mount a male if one is handy.”
“As you’ve seen I am sure, the males here are incredibly strong in the legs and arms and of course you may also notice how large and strong the male’s cocks are.”
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“Ok, you’ll also see couples from time to time along the way and on the commuter trams making love. Do not stare. You see, in our society, beauty and love and making love are life-long desires we all have. Love and making love is what our society is all about. It is what we’ve been genetically engineered to do. We celebrate healthy living and sex. It is our way.”
“No worries Female. I understand and agree fully.”
“Now I want to get to know you better, Male, before your cock grows as large as the other males. I am intrigued by your small 6” size.” With that statement she began to give me a fabulously wonderful blow job.
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True to her word, as we left my room at the Medical Center hand in hand, I saw females here and there being carried about while mounted upon muscular males. I also saw couples here and there making love on couches and other soft pedestals which were placed along the way, as Female told me, just for that purpose. I also felt warm air circulated about me, in this beautiful domed city of love, so that walking about naked felt quite normal and comfortable.
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INDOOR HALLWAYS of the building are carpeted and outdoor ones are not. There is a nice pastel color décor for each level. As I walked along the hallway of level 2 of the building, a female came out of her apartment and was surprised to see me walking alone.
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Hi, I am Male501E” I said. “I just moved in.” “Oh yes, I’ve heard of you. I am Female289E. You’re the male who has come to us from the past.”
“Yes that’s me” I said. “I’ve been here only a short time and I’m just finding my way around.”
“Well, come right in. You can pleasure me while I wash a few dishes” she said. So in I came and did as I was told.
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As I came in the door she took hold of my erect cock and led me over to the kitchen area. We embraced, then kissed for a few minutes, then she said, “Lick my ass while I finish these, won’t you, Male501E?” “Yes Female289,” I said. Then I knelt down took hold of her fine ass and began my fun job. She had just washed and was scented nicely. These people are really into being clean at all times. I love it! I licked up and down her beautiful ass and lavishly about her hole. She arched her back so I could target her pussy better. I tasted her folds and plunged my tongue in deeply and tasted her sweet honey. I don’t know how long I was at this. All I did was massage her cheeks and suck and lick like there was no tomorrow.
Some time and not a few moans later, she announced she was done with the dishes. Female289 took hold of my cock again and led me out on to her outdoor balcony where she had one of those nice sex couches waiting. She said, “Now lie down I’m going to ride that little cock of yours.” I lay down as told and she mounted me and began to ride me, slowly at first. She bent over to kiss me as she rode. I sucked at her nice tits. This is Super!
I held her bald head and we kissed deeply. She sat up and shrieked and moaned as she rode faster… She rode me for maybe 15 to 20 minutes, I can only guess, making those wonderful female sounds that I like to hear. Then my Wrist Com chimed and Female401was on the line. “Yes Female, I am here in 289. Female289 is just enjoying me” I said.
“Oh, I’ll come right away and help.” Soon Female401 arrived and Female289 said to her, “Come and ride this male’s little cock. It’s really fun! I’m going to have this male suck my pussy again.” Female289
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moved off my throbbing erect cock and moved up to put her wet pussy to my lips. I licked and sucked and probed. Female289 shrieked and moaned even more. “Fuck… This male is good! “she said. As Female289 did all this, I felt Female401 mount my hot and waiting cock and begin to ride. Now I had two females sighing, shrieking and moaning as I pleasured them. We were all linked in tremendously exquisite joy! These females shrieked and moaned almost in unison, and not a few times gave me the nice compliment, “Fuck! Oh Fuck!! This male is good!!!” Female289 reached a fully loaded orgasm and cried, “Fuuuuuck!” She was through and climbed off, she lay down on the side of the couch panting with exhaustion and moaning with pleasure. Female401 was just about to orgasm as well, she leaned forward and I took one of her magnificent Tits and I sucked hungrily. She moaned loudly, “Fuuuck!” She shook with excitement and slowed her motion to a stop.
Female401 said to me a few minutes later as we lay there in an embrace, “Now, don’t you go and finish on me just yet, Male. You have a job to do down at the Medical Center.”
“Ok, whatever you wish, Female” I said, sitting up. She wrapped her legs around me. “Are you sure you can do this?” she asked.
“I believe I can Female” I said. Now, with strength I’d never before known, I rose up with her mounted on me. I walked out of the apartment as Female289 was saying, “Goodbye. Come and fuck me again won’t you?” “Yes Female,” I said. “I always do what I am told.”
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I walked proudly with Female401E nicely mounted upon me like the other males did with their females. This was a wonderful moment for me, taking my place in this beautiful society as one of them. I walked with Female mounted on me all the way to the waiting tram on the street and took my place as a male with mounted female should. I relaxed a bit as we sat on the seat of the tram and she rode me slowly.
“Now, what’s my job to do at the Medical Center?” I asked. Female told me that I must make a donation at the Sperm Bank. …”That sounds just super” I said, as I tasted her lovely tits.
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Cooking For Danielle

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A friend of mine introduced me to Danielle.  After a few dates, I knew I had lucked out.  She was smart, intelligent, funny, compassionate shared the same interests and of course, beautiful! Dannie, as I called her, was  5’4” with flowing red hair and engaging green eyes.  She wasn’t skinny, but wasn’t fat either.  I guess you could say she had a little extra padding.  I’m six feet and had recently lost 140 pounds.

I invited her to my place to show her my culinary skills.  Apparently, women like a man who can cook!  She told me to surprise her for dinner.  Around 7ish, the intercom rang.

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nt size="2" face="arial,helvetica,sans-serif">“Hello?”
“Hi Dan!  It’s me!”  She said.
“Me who?”
“Very funny!  Buzz me please.”  About five minutes, I had a knock on my door.
“Salut!”
“Hi to you too!”  She responded.

She came in and put down her purse.  I hung up her coat and snuck a peek at her ample cleavage!  She was wearing red V-neck short sleeve shirt and a black skirt that accentuated her legs.
 
“Welcome to my place!”
“Thank you for inviting me over.”

We walked into my living/dining room.  I had done my best to impress her.  I had the lights dimmed and candles lit on the table.

“You sure know how to impress a lady!”  She commented.
“Well, thank you milady!”  I said as I bowed... and stole another peek of her cleavage.
“Dinner should be ready in about five minutes.  Would milady care to sit?”  I asked as I pulled the chair out.
“OOOO!  A gentleman too!  Extra points for you!”
“I wasn’t aware there were points!  What are the points good for?”
“You’ll find out eventually! So what has the chef prepared for us tonight?”
“You’ll find out soon enough!”

We started with salad, followed by chicken parmesan with spaghetti and garlic bread.  We drank lots of wine too.  For dessert, I made tiramisu.

“Dan, you are an amazing cook!”  She said.
“Thanks!  I only cook for special people.  Why don’t we grab our wine and head to the couch.”
“Sounds like a plan!”

We headed to the couch where we drank more wine while we talked.  After finishing off a second bottle of wine, Dannie was a little buzzed.

“Dan, can I ask you a question?”
“Of course Dannie.”
“Did you invite me over here for sex?”
“Wow!  I’ll be honest.  I did think about it, but it’s not the reason I invited you over.”
“Really?”
“Really!  I like you a lot and I’m very attracted to you, but sex is never a requirement.”

She leaned over and kissed me on the lips.  We started to make out.  Thinking that I was taking advantage of her, I asked,

“I feel like I’m taking advantage of you”
“You’re not.  The question was a little test.  Most of the guys I’ve dated just want sex when they invite me over.  So I ask the question.  If they say yes or they push for it, I leave.”  She explained.

We went back to making out.  She pulled up her skirt a little and straddled me.  Her breasts were now right in front of me!  What a sight!  I looked into her eyes and saw pure lust!  She leaned down and we began kissing again.  She started dry humping me.  Slid my hands under her shirt and began fondling her breasts.  This went on for 10 minutes or so before she got off me.

“Let’s move this to your bedroom.”  She said.  I wasn’t about to say no!

We continued making out all the way to my room.  As I backed up, I hit the edge of my bed and fell onto it, pulling her with me.  She got up and pulled her shirt other her head to reveal her huge breasts encased in a red bra.

“I know you like these, don’t you?”  Pointing at her breasts.
“Hell Yeah!”

She continued undressing by removing her skirt, letting it fall to the floor.  She wasn’t wearing any panties!  She was gorgeous!  I tried to remove my shirt.

“Here, let me help you.”

She walked up to me, got down on her knees, undid my pants and pulled them off.  She looked at the bulge in my underwear and said,

“Is that because of little old me?”

I just smiled and winked!  She pulled my underwear off, gave my cock a couple strokes and began sucking the head like there was no tomorrow!

Looking down at her, I said “Oh!  That feels so amazing!”

She looked up at me, smiled and began deepthroating my entire cock!  Her small mouth fit my thick cock almost perfectly!  I wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to last.  I kept fighting off my orgasms and she kept trying to induce one.  I couldn’t fight it anymore!

“I’m going to cum!”  I said.

This only made her increase the suction.  I came deep in her throat.

“Holy moly!  That was the best ever!”  I said.

I moved myself fully onto the bed.  Dannie climbed on top of me.  She started grinding her pussy on my cock.  Dannie suddenly stopped and sat up.  I looked at her inquisitively.  She reached back and removed her bra, letting the breasts I’ve been dying to see hang free.

“I know you’ve snuck peeks at them!  Now you don’t have to sneak around!”

I reached up and grabbed a handful in each hand.  They felt so good!

“MMMM!  Pinch and twist my nipples!”  I complied.
“Harder!”  I complied again.

I pulled her down, kiss and then bit each nipple.

“OH!  You dirty boy!”
“You know you like it!”  I said as I winked.
“I certainly do!”

She leaned down and kissed me.  I took the opportunity to roll over so she was below me.

“I wanna fuck you so badly!”  I said.
“Before you fuck me, you’re gonna have to eat me out first!  It’s only fair!”
“No problemo!  Move up a little.”

I lowered my face to her plump pink pussy.  The smell was intoxicating!  I began licking her pussy from bottom to top, swirling my tongue around her clit.

“MMMM!  That feels good!  Keep going!”

I did as I was told!  I mixed it up a little, changing directions and styles.

“Keep going!  I’m close!  So close!”

I applied a little pressure to her clit with my teeth, which set her off into a very loud orgasm.  She was panting heavily as she said,

“Damn!  You’re pretty good yourself!”
“You have an exquisite pussy!”

I moved back up and kissed her.  I reach into my night table for a condom.

 “Is that a latex condom?  Don’t use it, I’m allergic to latex.  Don’t worry, I’m on the pill and I was recently tested”
“Ok.  Not a fan of condoms anyways.”

I grabbed my cock and teased her clit with the tip of my cock a little bit.  I then pushed the head of my cock into her pussy and pulled out.

“Stop teasing me and fuck me!”

Once again, I did as I was told.  I slowly pushed my cock into her tight, wet pussy.  It was a sensational feeling!  I was fucking her with slow and long strokes.  She was moaning with every stroke.  I sped up the pace, which brought a pleasurable smile to her face.  As the pace quickened, she wrapped her legs around me.

“I love your cock in my pussy!  MMMMM!”

As amazing as her pussy was, I couldn’t forget the sight of her on top of me with her tits free from her bra.  I pulled out, rolled off her and told her to get back on top of me.  I watched as my cock disappeared again in her pussy.  I looked up to the familiar sight with a smile.

“Should I just sit on your cock while you admire my tits?  Or should we get back to fucking?”
“I’m done admiring them... for now!”

She gave me a devilish smile.  She slammed down on my cock and continued fucking me hard.  I grabbed her hips to slow the tempo just a bit and matched it with my upstrokes.  We were going at for some time when she said,

“I’m gonna cum soon!”

I increased my upstrokes and put my finger into her ass.  That set her off!  Her pussy locked down on my cock and she was screaming.  A minute or two later, she released her grip on my cock.

“That was better than the first orgasm!  Now it’s your turn!  How can I make you cum again?”
“Let me titty fuck you!”
“You really are a dirty boy!  I love it!”

She caught her breath and rolled off.  I straddled her stomach and put my cock between her huge tits.  She pushed them together and I started fucking her tits.  It wasn’t the same as her pussy, but it was still pretty damn good!  It wasn’t going to take long for me to cum.

“I’m close!  Where do you want it?”
“All over my face!”

I pulled my cock out from between her tits and got up on my knees.  After a very brief handjob, I came all over her face.  As I finished spurting, Dannie pulled my cock into her mouth, sucked the last of my cum out and cleaned off my cock.  I got off her.

“That was awesome!  I’m gonna go wash up.”

I just layed on my bed, revisiting the events of the night in my mind.  A moment later, Dannie returned.  She got on the bed and cuddle close to me.

“Dan, I have to admit that I was hesitant about coming here.”
“Really?  Why?”
“As nice as you have been, I told you about my past experiences and wasn’t sure if you were just being to get me in bed.”
“And now?”
“I’m really glad I ‘came’ over!”
“Haha!  Very cute!”

We cuddled and talked some more until we fell asleep.

A Journey of a Real Woman

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A JOURNEY OF A REAL WOMAN
By Kacey1999
Email kcdouglas1999@yahoo.com
Please email me your comments and suggestion, as I appreciate readers who take the time to give feedback.  The style of this story is new and I hope readers can understand what I tried to do.  I am telling Betsy's story, as she gets set to turn 40, and she thinks back to what has happened in her life.

Betsy is probably the most appealing woman I know, and strangely, I am not sure if she is not the wittiest, smartest woman... or the craziest.

Chapter Two - The Relationship Ends

Betsy willingly returned to her secret weekend retreat ready for more.  She would be turning 40 very soon and considered the prospect very frightful.&nbs

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p; Lately she seemed to be daydreaming more and more and it was all about her journey through life.  Betsy loved dreaming with her eyes closed and watching the animated images of her life story pass across her darkened eyelids.  Lately she was obsessed with fantasizing especially about some of the lewd and erotic events that happened over the years.

The weekend was progressing exactly as planned.  Betsy's life story continued with her waiting to end her relationship with Ron.  She regretted the previous period of her life but she was still grateful for the experiences.  After all, Betsy reasoned, it was these experiences that made her what she was today and Betsy was extremely happy with her present life.  She had met Danny a few years ago and he was that one person who each person hoped to meet in his or her lifetime.

Betsy couldn't remember how long she remained loyal to Ron but it must have been many months.  Having sex with Ron's friends and strangers was something that changed Betsy.  She became numb when it first happened and quickly fell into Ron's devious trap.  Today she realized that he used her to satisfy his perverted sexual desires, but back then, she would do anything, absolutely anything, to please him.  The ultimate reward in the world to Betsy, then, was being accepted by Ron even though she knew what she was doing was wrong.  It amazed her that a southern, Baptist girl could do such immoral things.

The middle period of Ron's relationship lasted far longer than Betsy would have liked.  Now she thought back to how naïve and stupid she had been, as the relationship progressed onto the next stage.  At the time she should have been suspicious when Ron begged her to dress up.  He even provided her with the attire and at first Betsy merely mumbled a few excuses for not wearing the clothes.  Ron quickly convinced her that it would make him happy if she dressed up and he persisted until she eventually surrendered.

Ron even helped and coaxed her, as she dressed, and he kept giving her compliments the whole time.  The attire was far sexier than she would ever wear out in public but that didn't deter Ron.  She wore a very short, black skirt that hugged her seductive hips like wet silk.  The skirt covered what Betsy considered the skimpiest thong panties, as they consisted of nothing but a small heart-shaped patch over the tip of her pelvis.  Attached to the patch were mere strings holding the heart in place, which gave her the feeling of not wearing any panties.

She wore a sheer black blouse that revealed a lot more than Betsy liked.  It was see-through and she breathed a big sigh of relief that there were small pockets directly over her breasts.  Luckily, she thought, the pockets helped hide the fact her snow-white bra was a cutout type, which left her areolas and nipples fully exposed.  Betsy wondered whatever made her fall for Ron's devious scheme but then she remembered that her devotion to the man was about to change.

Dressed in black and donning knee-high, black boots, Betsy glanced at herself in the mirror and the sexy sight took her breath away.  Today, lying on the bed dreaming about those early years brought back an awful memory.  She recalled that she was going to protest and plead with Ron but she didn't get the chance.  Ron grabbed her by the arm and they were out the door of her apartment before she could say or do anything.

All of a sudden a powerful tremor shot up her backbone with the thought of how the end came.  Like she did in the morning dreamland session, Betsy laid flat on her back with her arms and legs outstretched in spread-eagle fashion.  It felt much better when she assumed the prisoner-like position, which gave her the feeling of helplessness.

The images and visualizations were revolting and Betsy questioned her willpower to watch it all.  This was the interval of her life that was the hardest to recall and think about.  'Yes,' she thought, 'I must see it and then maybe I can forget.'  She closed her eyes and her eyelids lit up with the next installment.

Ron took her arm and they walked to the hotel room without saying a word.  When the door opened, Betsy knew the relationship was over.  She had to make a break and tell Ron that she did not want him anymore.  But sadly for Betsy, the movie played out in her head, and the eventual breakup would come later.

Ron had to push her into the room.  She stumbled across the floor until she was standing about a foot in front of the fattest man.  "Gino is paying you... and paying you dearly.  So make it good, baby," Ron said.  Ron blocked any exit and Betsy stood on legs that were almost ready to collapse.

A tear came to her eye realizing she was a whore.  Being paid for sex was the last thing in the world Betsy thought she would do.  All of a sudden Gino stood up and started stripping his clothes.  Her eyes opened so wide they hurt when she saw his fat belly revealed.  The man had no shame and he let his big stomach jiggle uncontrollably with her looking on.  When Gino was completely naked, Betsy thought she was going to be sick.

Probably the worst part of it all, Betsy reasoned now long after the sordid event, was the fact she still remembered his name.  Betsy considered Gino the grossest man she had ever met.  She dreamed of that horrible night and shuddered so hard that the bed began to shake.  If this was the way to forget, then Betsy was determined to remember it all.

Gino sat on the edge of the bed and he sort of leaned backwards, which was the only way she was ever going to get at his manhood.  Betsy stared at his pecker, as it hovered below his big belly, and she almost wanted to laugh at how silly he looked.  Gino's cock looked small and paltry next to his oversized belly and it was extraordinarily thin compared to the rest of his body.  His fat stomach looked ugly and she shivered at the thought of touching it. 

All of a sudden Ron had his hands on her.  "Take your blouse and skirt off... so Gino can see what you look like," Ron whispered.  "Com'on baby... show him your tits... and your gorgeous pussy.  Show him what he's getting for his money, babe."

Betsy never knew if Ron stripped her clothes or she did it.  Suddenly she was standing in her bra and panties and Gino's eyes were bugged out at the sight of the cutout bra.  "Holy, sweet Jesus!  What knockers!  Her fucking tits are gorgeous, Ron, and those nipples...!"

It was probably the first and only time in his life that Gino was in charge.  "Turn around... show me all you got, Sweetheart," he ordered.  Somehow she remained on her feet and slowly turned around.  "Oooooh, now that's beautiful.  Come a little closer, Sweetheart... I'm not going to hurt you."

Suddenly Ron shoved her next to the bed.  Gino sat up and his hands got busy.  He popped her boobs out of the bra and used his hands to fondle her making sure his fingers lingered on her nipples.  Then she flinched when his right hand swooped downward and covered the delicate heart-shaped thong.  Gino rammed his pudgy fingers between her thighs, which she was trying to keep closed, and he let his vulgar middle finger press against the string between her legs.

Ron was standing directly behind her and he held her steady for Gino.  She looked down and saw the filthy man was stretching her nipple far out from her chest.  All of a sudden Ron kicked her feet apart and that was all Gino needed.  "Sweet mother of God... my finger is in," he whizzed hardly able to contain his excitement.  "I'm in... I'm fucking in her cunt.  My finger is in her cunt!"

Betsy vividly remembered crying at that point, but the worst was yet to come.  She bucked up and down trying to evade his pudgy finger but it was hopeless, as he finger-fucked her.  Gino was close enough to smell the sweet scent of heaven and it was a drug to his overly aroused mind.  "Get down, Sweetheart... on your knees," he said laying back on the bed so his pelvis was openly displayed.  "Suck it, Sweetheart... earn your fucking money!"

Ron pushed her down to her knees until the small penis was mere inches from her overly flushed face.  The moment was a lasting memory for Betsy and she remembered staring at the man's gross belly and small cock.  It was utterly profound and Betsy could not believe her dilemma.  "Suck'im baby... and make it good," Ron whispered.

Suddenly her head was in Gino's lap and his pecker was in her fist.  She was positive Ron kept his hand on the back of her head the whole time but what did it really matter now, she reasoned.  Suddenly her forehead was hitting his belly and it was impossible to reach his cock with her mouth.  Her momentary relief was ended when Ron coaxed her onto the bed so that she was sideways to the fat man.  Nothing was in her way so it was easy for Ron to shove her head until it was on top of Gino's cock.

Her lips held tightly closed for a brief moment, but then someone forced her head downwards with a violent push.  Gino's cock was shoved into her mouth and she struggled madly trying to keep it from going down her throat.  Her mouth was like a volcano to Gino and the heat quickly robbed his resolve to prolong the experience.

Betsy felt his overstuffed body tighten like a violin string and she didn't like the tune.  His cock throbbed like crazy and she realized Gino's stamina was limited.  Betsy would never forget that first blast of cum when it hit the back of her throat like a rocket.  She vowed at that moment to do whatever it took to end her relationship with Ron.

The burning lava surprised Betsy, but not nearly as much as the size of the man's reservoir.  It seemed like Gino would never stop filling her mouth with the sticky, creamy cum and eventually she began to choke.  When the end finally came, she breathed a sigh of relief thinking it was over.  But her hopes were quickly dashed.  "Damn!  I haven't had an orgasm like that in years... Now let's see what her pussy is like?"  Gino spoke and all Betsy could do was wonder.

"This fucking Viagra will keep me hard for hours... Let's see what this whore can do."  Betsy had no idea that Gino was using a new remedy, which cured a man's erection problems.  Even though the pill was not actually distributed to the public yet, Gino had gotten a trial sample.  He worked for Pfizer, the company that developed Viagra, and Gino personally knew the scientist who invented the drug.

The drug was actually developed as a heart medication to treat angina and hypertension but the company quickly realized the pill had far more dramatic affects on erectile dysfunction.  Pfizer realized the greater potential in that area and started a few preliminary tests.  Although the clinical trials didn't commence until the early 90's, the pill was available to a select few in the late 80's.  When Gino heard of the tremendous power of the new pill, he used his influence to attain a trial sample from his friend.  Although he hadn't used Viagra during sex, Gino was well aware of how long he retained a hardon after taking just one pill.

Betsy's tears came again but neither man cared.  In a split second, her bra and panties were ripped off her body leaving her dressed only in high-top boots.  Looking back on it, she now realized that both men found her nakedness alluring and sexy.  Betsy remembered how she kept her eyes closed, not able to look at the man.  Gino shifted around until he was between her splayed legs, which were forced apart by the big man.  Betsy felt him poking around with his penis and eventually he inserted the narrow head into her wetness.

Suddenly he started riding her like a mad bull and all she hoped for was that he would climax quickly.  That did not happen and Betsy endured what she considered the most painful nightmare.  He pumped his pecker in and out for minutes, which could easily have been hours.  Eventually he began to sweat like a pig from the strenuous exercise.  The sweat ran off his brow and off his chest falling onto her twisting torso, which merely added the Gino's enjoyment.

After what seemed like an eternity, Gino pulled out.  "I'm having a hard time... use your tits," he ordered.  At first she didn't know what he meant but he made it clear.  "Use your tits... wrap those jugs around my cock... make me cum again, Honey."

Betsy almost fainted when he shifted around to lie flat on his back.  Once again Ron was there to ensure her obedience and he prodded her until she was crouching between the man's fat, hairy legs.  His hard cock bobbed just below his fat belly and she slowly moved hoping to end her turmoil quickly.

She crawled upward until her chest was just over his groin, and then she did it.  Betsy arched her back enough so that she could put her boobs on either side of his cock, and then she put her hands on the sides of her breasts.  She moaned when her hands pushed sideways until her boobs squashed the cock between them.

As dumbfounded as she must have been back then, Betsy willingly moved up and down so that her tits stroked Gino's cock.  She remembered looking down at the head of his cock poking up with every stroke and suddenly it happened.  The thick cum blasted from the end of his cock and hit her right in the face.  Again the man's juices were limitless and he covered her upper chest, neck and chin with the white cream.

Gino had no sooner climaxed when she was manhandled again.  The man had the endurance of a raging bull, which was obviously the result of the little blue pills.  Weakened from what she had gone through, Betsy almost died when Gino handed Ron another wad of bills.   "Here... this is for one more.  She's the best whore... ever," Gino whispered to her boyfriend.  "I can keep a hardon for one more... I want that luscious ass!"

It happened very quickly and Betsy was helpless.  The two determined men easily rotated her body until she was bent over the edge of the bed.  Her knees were on the floor and her upper body was draped on the bed, as the strong men held her prisoner.  Betsy remembered screaming at Ron for mercy but to no avail.  When the rotten man touched her ass with his everlasting hard cock, her heart stopped.

The memory was hazy but she remembered Gino playing around with her open slit most likely getting his penis covered with lubrication.  Betsy sobbed when he put the head of his cock at the entrance to her precious hole.  And then she felt him push... and push... and push until the narrow shaft was in.  She couldn't even put her arms down or reach behind because Ron was on the bed holding her arms high above her head.

It was the longest journey for Betsy.  She sobbed and cried and Gino kept fucking her ass like a madman.  He surely must have reamed her out and she was actually glad when he climaxed in her ass putting an end to the nasty affair.

The remainder of the night was nothing but a blur, as she thought about it now.  Betsy vaguely remembered Gino leaving the hotel room while she and Ron stayed.  She cringed thinking back to how they had sex before Ron had to go home to his wife.  That merely confirmed her decision to end the relationship with the man she once thought was the man of her dreams.  

***

Betsy remained in a trance enjoying the wonderful chance to slip back in time.  She was almost to the end of the worst chapter of her life and rushed forward wanting it to be over.  The movie resumed with Ron showing up at her place unannounced.  Betsy had gone over everything in her mind and she knew exactly what to tell him.

Betsy had decided to end the relationship, but all of a sudden, she was deathly afraid.  Ron stood at the door of her apartment expecting a kiss and that was what he got.  They embraced and Ron told her how much he loved her.  His voice was soft and loving and suddenly Betsy lost her nerve.

Ron told her that he was taking her somewhere special.  He then told her that they were going to meet his boss who was a very influential man and the head of a big, powerful company.  Ron stressed that it would go a long way to his getting promoted if his boss approved of her.  With all her courage gone with the wind, Betsy shuddered to think that she would have to endure one more night with Ron.

She remembered making a few feeble excuses for not going out but nothing worked at the time.  Ron justified her dressing up again and Betsy was completely dumbfounded at how malleable she was then.  He handed her a bundle of clothes and told her that his boss would find her ravishing when she dressed up.  Betsy remembered the clothes and it sent a shiver of excitement down her spine remembering how good she looked that night.

She wore a jet-black, evening dress and undergarments to match.  The strapless gown was perfect, as it was fairly loose, but still clung to every curve of her tall, lithe body.  The material was rich silk-like and the dress made her look very provocative and alluring.  Her bra didn't have straps and it was made of shear lace with pushup cups that made her breasts appear overly seductive.  She shivered thinking of what Ron's boss said when he saw them.

The rest of her attire added to her beauty.  Her panties were skimpy but they did cover all her abundant assets.  They were cut tantalizingly high on the sides, which gave her the appearance of being a tall, lanky Amazon.  The black high heels were stiletto type and Betsy appeared ready for an elegant party.

The way Ron got her to do everything he wanted simply amazed Betsy to this day.  They went to a luxury condo where his boss lived and the elevator ride up the tower complex to the top was quiet and eerie.  Just before the elevator stopped, Ron decided to talk.  "Stan... that's my boss.  He will probably want to have a nice dinner and then maybe some dancing.  I'm not sure what he'll do... but he was very pleased when he saw your picture," he said.  "This is really important.  He promised me a promotion if things went good."

'If things went good'... Betsy had no illusions as to what that meant.  When the doors of the elevator opened, she had a hard time walking when they went to the door of the condo.  Luckily for Betsy, Ron held her by the arm but when the doorbell rang, it was like someone put a heavy weight on her chest.  The door opened and she felt the whole world coming down on her.

"You must be Betsy.  I've heard so much about you... please, come in," the ruggedly handsome man said.  His hand motioned for her to enter and he took her arm from Ron.  Then Stan guided her over to a table, which was richly setup for dining.  "You look ravishing... truly gorgeous, my dear."

The smug grin on Stan's face told Betsy everything she needed to know.  She reasoned that she was in big trouble and her heart beat so fast it was hard for her to breath.  Her chest pounded and Betsy hoped it wasn't too noticeable.

The three ate a lovely meal and then the fun started.  Ron's boss obviously had too much wine and his cordial manner suddenly changed.  "I ssink we should go into my entertainment room for somessing to drink... yano, sort of take the edge off," he said with a little slur, and a chuckle.  She found nothing funny at all with what the man said but didn't know how to get out of her mounting dilemma.

This was the point of the evening that Betsy's memory stopped... up until today.  The demons had always been too strong to continue but suddenly she vowed to see it through to the very end.  Ron's boss invited them into a large room set up for entertaining guests to his lavish home.

Looking back on it, Betsy saw how things progressed.  Both men already had too much to drink but that didn't stop them from consuming more.  Stan handed her a drink and then he began kissing her neck and shoulders, as he stood slightly behind her.  Despite her shrugs and attempts to get away from his caresses, Stan wasn't a bit deterred.  At one point she considered sitting down but quickly decided it was better to be on her feet.

On drink number two, Stan got much bolder.  Music played in the background and they danced.  He kept putting his hands on her waist, her hips and even her behind.  Every time she tried to evade his assault, he merely moved his hands to another place so that it was a constant fondling.

On drink number three, she, too, was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol.  Now when they danced, her evasive actions lagged his bold fondling and caresses by a second or two.  One time Stan even pulled the top of her dress out far enough so he could see her entire bare breast.  Probably the worst memory of that part was her giggling along with his excited laughter when he threatened to pop her boob right out of her bra and dress.

Now the movie skipped right along because Betsy was determined to expose all that happened during that frightful night.  Stan turned the music up a little louder and they danced some more.  The constant dancing and returning to the bar for more drinks were taking a toll on Betsy.  They danced for a little while; drank for a little while, and then refilled their glasses with drink number six.  Today, Betsy could only assume Stan had put more alcohol into her drinks than she was used to, because her memory of what happened next was somewhat blurred.

Ron's boss waltzed her down a hallway and into what she thought was a bedroom.  Now she could see it was really a dungeon, a room where a deviate, perverted man did things to women without any regard for their well-being.

Tears welled-up in her eyes, as she continued to recall the drastic events.  The room was dimly lit and at first Betsy didn't realize what she was getting into.  When the devious man locked handcuffs on her dainty wrists, she was too confused to speak.  Then the cuffs were tied to straps coming down from the ceiling and suddenly Betsy was helpless.  Stan tightened the straps until she was forced to stand on her tiptoes.

All of a sudden Betsy realized the peril she was in.  "What... gawd, please... what are you doing?  Let me go... please!" she said with as much emotion as she could muster.  Glancing down, Betsy saw that her extended arms being stretched above her head had pulled her boobs right out of her bra and dress.  The lacy bra was completely above the top of her dress and looking closer, Betsy saw her bra was sagging downward revealing the top portion of her nipples.

Stan moved directly in front of her and put his face up to hers.  "Ron tells me you like getting fucked by strangers," he said.  Then he forced his finger into her mouth and flicked her tongue up and down.  "Fucked in the mouth... fucked in the cunt... fucked in the ass," he said.  His free hand first covered her pelvis, which she tried in vain to move backwards.  "Tells me you like it rough!"  Then he moved his hand behind Betsy and squeezed her ass in a most threatening manner. 

"I'm going to make you beg, slut... beg me to fuck your precious cunt... beg me to fuck this precious ass," he whispered giving her ass another big squeeze.  Betsy thought of kicking the man but quickly gave that up when the weight of her body put too much strain on her wrists.  She merely wriggled and twisted feeling his brazen hands start roaming all over her body.  Stan purposely pinched the top portion of her dress with his thumb and forefinger before pushing the garment all the way down to her waist.  A smile crossed his face, as he glared down, leering at her succulent breasts, which were almost completely out of her lacy, black bra.

Suddenly Stan relaxed the straps and Betsy let out a big sigh of relief when her feet were flat on the floor.  She had never experienced any form of bondage or S&M and she feared the consequences.  The flashback even gave her goose bumps, as the frightening experiences came back to her.

Stan leaned against her shivering torso and put his lips next to her ear.  "Now those are some tits... I bet you love having them felt by strangers," he said.  "Don't you?"

He waited for what seemed like an eternity.  "Ron tells me that you're the best fuck... best piece of ass around," he whispered keeping his mouth next to her ear.  "He says you'll make me happy.  Are you going to make my happy, darling?"

She didn't know what to do.  The words came out before she could think.  "Yes... yes!  Oh gawd, no... no!"

All of a sudden Stan was gone.  He walked around and stood behind her so she couldn't see him.  Her head went side to side and suddenly she got the chance to see what was in the room.  Her eyes opened wide when she saw various pieces of equipment that looked like items found in a torture dungeon.  All she could do was emit whimpers, as she imagined what each item could be used for.

Stan was an expert and he loved being a master.  Nothing was more satisfying than breaking the will of a beautiful woman, and especially one as gorgeous as Betsy, he mused.  He vowed to take time to tease and taunt her until she broke.

Suddenly he was whispering in her ear again.  "Ron said I could do anything I wanted... and you would cooperate."  His fingers twisted in her hair and yanked her head backwards so she stared at the ceiling.  "He said you loved being fucked... and that you would be my little slut."

Then Stan let go of her head so she could stand up straight.  He walked around until he was right in front of her.  There was an evil smile on his face and it made Betsy madder than ever.  She fumed and her eyes glared at the man wanting to defeat the bastard.

"Ron tells me you're going to college to be a physics professor.  I admire that," he said.  "Not only do you have a great body... sexy as Hell.  But you have brains, too."

Suddenly his fingers were on the top portion of her bra.  He jerked the lace, out and down, with one swift motion.  "Whew... now that's a set of tits!"

Now she remembered it more clearly.  Stan turned into a 'Dr. Jekyll', as his pleasant demeanor suddenly became much more crude and obnoxious.  He grabbed the cups of her flimsy, lacy bra and ripped them apart much to her amazement.

Stan could see how Betsy set her jaw and seemed to be more determined than ever to fight him.  "Women with great tits shouldn't wear bras," he whispered.  "If I didn't know better... I'd say those nipples are hard, waiting for me to feel them... taste them?"

It was hopeless to squirm, or try to move, so she merely stood still.  Then he slowly and smoothly rolled her dress down and over her flared hips letting the garment drift to the floor.  He gave one of those catcall whistles when he saw her sexy, black panties and that made Betsy steam with anger.

Clad in only her panties, Stan had to admit Betsy was truly a refined, sexy woman.  His hands caressed her bare hips and slid down the sides feeling the heat radiate from her body.  Then he slowly grabbed the lace-covered elastic around her waist and pulled the silky panties down to the floor.  He yanked them under her feet and put them under his nose.  With his eyes locked on hers, Stan sniffed the garment giving the impression he liked the wonderful smell.

Naked and shivering, Betsy felt totally helpless.  She quickly glanced around the room in an effort to find Ron but gave out a groan of despair when she saw him.  Her boyfriend had his penis in his hand and he was fisting his rod like a raving maniac.  He obviously condoned what was happening and Betsy suddenly felt very alone in her struggle.

It was time for Stan to prove that he was master.  His plan was simple and Stan reasoned he would not need all the equipment in the room.  He would fuck her mind, then her luscious body. 

"I think our little professor is horny... don't you?" Stan said to nobody in particular.  All of a sudden he tightened the straps hanging from the ceiling again, just enough so that she had to stand up straight.  Betsy looked down and Stan was putting bracelets around her ankles and there was a length of pipe attached to them holding her legs spread.  Despite kicking and waving her legs, Stan had little trouble putting her in the most precarious, captive position.

Betsy remembered vividly how she pleaded and begged Stan to relent.  "Dear gawd... please Stan.  I don't know what Ron told you... but I'm not that kind of woman," she moaned.  "Please, oh please... let me go."

Stan merely grabbed her snatch and squeezed hard.  "Do you see all these pieces of equipment?  I plan using every one of them on you," he whispered.  Betsy felt her heartbeat speed up and her breathing get very ragged.  "The little professor is going to have something to tell her students when we're done."

Suddenly he let go of her crotch and started waving something in her face.  She tried to focus on the item, as it was real close to her eyes, and shuddered when she recognized a clothespin.  "What do you think I can do with this?"

Betsy was speechless and watched in horror, as he produced another clothespin.  Her breathing stopped when his arms lowered and Betsy knew exactly what he planned.  All of a sudden the two springy pins closed on her enlarged nipples and at first there was nothing.  No pain for a brief moment, and then it hit.  She cried out and pleaded for Stan to stop.  "Ooow... ooowee.  Oh gawd... please, it hurts too much."

She thought back to the dire event and realized Stan had been extremely devious.  He left the clamps on her aching nipples and slowly walked around her struggling body a few times.  Then suddenly he had a cat o' nine tails in his hand and he was testing it by snapping the leather tails in the air a few times.  Every time he walked around in front of Betsy, he waved the menacing whip at her.

Betsy had feared the worst when Stan threatened her.  Then he disappeared and obviously wanted to give her time to think.  Betsy turned her head side to side frantically before focusing on some of the mysterious items around the room.  Stan was purposely giving her time to reflect before he turned her into his loyal slave.

The first item she noticed seemed to be some kind of rack with buckles to bind a person's wrists and ankles.  Betsy reasoned that if a person were bound in the rack, they would be stretched out in a spread-eagled position leaving them entirely helpless.  Then she noticed a large dildo attached to some kind of mechanism, which looked like it would move the dildo back and forth.  She blinked rapidly thinking how the dildo would be perilously close to the person's crotch.  It could mean only one thing and Betsy let out a whimper imagining what the big pecker would do to her.

Another apparatus was off to her left.  She stared at what appeared to be an electronic torture machine.  Again it was a stretcher type frame that a person would be buckled into.  There were electronic probes with long wires attached and Betsy shuddered when imagining where the probes would be placed.  Her heart rate quickened thinking that Stan planned to use the electric shocker on her.

"Yes... that can be a shocking experience.  I have had strong women beg me for mercy... beg me to stop," Stan whispered.  Betsy flinched wildly when his sudden voice scared her.  "Just think... what would happen if I hooked up your cunt to that machine?"

The thought of being strapped and confined on that equipment made Betsy's heartbeat increase another cadence.  She would absolutely die if he put one of those probes between her legs.  Her body twitched just thinking about getting a jolt down there.

Betsy felt her resolve dying so quickly she wasn't sure if she was strong enough to fight the man.  Stan knew the turmoil she was experiencing but he had one more shrewd chastisement.  He held a crystal object in his hand and the shape of it sent a shiver up Betsy's spine.  "Here, Sweetheart... lick this plug," Stan said.  "Get it nice and lubricated.  Guess what I have planned for you?"

She started begging again.  "Stan... oh gawd, Stan.  Please, please don't," she cried.  Suddenly she was speechless, as he carefully shoved the crystal plug between her lips. 

Stan knew Betsy was almost his.  He left the plug in her mouth for a few moments, and then he slowly walked around her sweat-covered body.  All of a sudden he stopped directly behind her.  Betsy sensed he dropped to his knees and then she felt something.  Stan put the tip of the glass butt-plug on her back and began running it all over.  He traced lines up and down, left and right, until he swooped downward.  He ran the tip onto her tightened ass cheeks and then he dropped lower to caress her thighs and legs.

Betsy had her eyes closed tightly and she was praying.  Her arms ached from being stretched but that did not matter at the time.  Then his hands closed on her rosy cheeks and squeezed.  Stan pried her cheeks apart and he witnessed utopia.  He spit into her crack and made sure to make enough noise so she knew what was happening.  Then he touched her with the plug again.

"No... no, I can't take anymore.  Please, dear gawd... I'll do anything... just stop," she pleaded with the man.

Stan had her but needed just a little more.  He ran the tip of the plug up and down her crack a few times before stopping right on her cherished asshole.

"Anything... dear gawd, Stan.  I'll do anything you want... just stop that... and don't use any of those goddamn things on me," she moaned trying her best to convince Stan to show her sympathy.

Betsy cringed as her dream unfolded.  Even now, years later, her body was covered with sweat.  She remembered how the night evolved and soon she was going to be rid of the demon that had haunted her since that horrible night.  She dared not stop the dream so she let the images continue.

Suddenly Stan's serious, rugged face was right in front of her eyes.  There was no smile or even a twinkle in his eye.  "So if I stop... if I stop, what will you do for me?" he asked.  "I would really hate to use torture on such a beautiful woman... and especially one who promises to do whatever I demand."

She stared into the eyes of the devil listening to every word.  "If I untie you... what will you do for me?" he whispered.

Betsy really didn't know what to say.  She had resigned herself to do whatever he demanded but was too confused to know what that entailed. 

"Let's say you masturbate," Stan said.  "Let's say I let you go... and you masturbate for us?"  And then he merely waved the crystal butt plug in front of her face, and she responded immediately.

"Yes... oh gawd, just untie me and let me go.  I'll do whatever you ask... just let me go.  I'll masturbate."  At the time, Betsy reasoned it was better to be free.  At least she would have a measure of control over what really happened.  She could not bare the thought of being stretched out on the various apparatuses in Stan's S and M torture chamber.

Suddenly Stan grabbed her head by intertwining his fingers through her hair.  He put his lips to her ear but didn't get a chance to say anything before she broke.  "You bastard... you fucking bastard.  I hate you," she hissed.

Stan cleverly rubbed the crystal plug down the center of her body stopping on her pelvis.  He didn't have to wait for her response.

"I'll... I'll masturbate for you.  Oh gawd... I'll masturbate if you free me," she said, but suddenly realizing something needed to be added.  "And don't use any of those horrible things on me."

Betsy's memory was vague after that point, especially after years of forgetfulness.  Somehow Stan untied her and Betsy chuckled thinking that the first thing she did was pull the hurtful clothespins off her extraordinarily hard nipples.  She was positive that they had suffered irreparable damage at the time, but quickly found out that was wrong.

Her next dilemma was how to masturbate?  Although she did it on a regular basis, she didn't know what would make Stan happy?  How or why she wound up wearing her bra and panties again was a mystery but she assumed Stan wanted it that way.  He had somehow fixed the bra so she could wear it again and voiced his approval at her wearing the black, sexy undies.

Now she remembered how awful it was to perform lewd, despicable acts with the two men leering at her.  At first she fondled her breasts trying to mimic what a man would do.  Betsy remembered that her seduction got the two men more aroused and worked up, which she regretted.  All of a sudden Stan's patience started to run thin.  "Show me your clit... show me that wonderful piece of meat, baby."

When she peeled her panties to the side and revealed her jewel to the man, Betsy felt totally embarrassed.  She looked directly at Stan and noticed how his face beamed.  His tongue licked his lips in expectation, as he kept up the verbal harassment.  "Pull it... pull it, baby!" he whispered.  "Show Daddy that little clitty."

Her dainty fingers pinched the delicate bud and pulled it completely out of its shell.  Betsy rolled the throbbing clitoris around and around feeling shame, yet an element of excitement.  "Harder... pull it harder, baby," Stan shouted the order this time.  "Daddy better see his darling slut cummin'... or else."  He then waved his hand around the room indicating what he meant.

Betsy couldn't bear to think about Stan's threat to use his perverted tools that were strewn around the room.  She tried her utmost to focus on one thing and strangely it was like every other time she masturbated.  Waves of lust began washing over the sands of time and a calm, peaceful feeling welled up in her chest.  Suddenly the shame of masturbating diminished.

The last thing in the world Betsy intended was enticing the man.  But what choice did she have?  Her emotions soared past the point of no return and she closed her eyes letting it happen.  She pulled the cups of her bra below her boobs and let the men ogle her stiff, hardened nipples.  The fingers of her left hand fondled one nipple, and then the other in a very familiar fashion.  She caressed her nipples knowing exactly what felt good, and Stan and Ron let her know they approved.

The fingers of her right hand were skilled in the ways only a woman understood.  She put the palm of her hand on her upraised pelvis and let her fingers slide through the wetness between her legs.  She put the puffy clitoris wings between her forefinger and middle finger and squeezed her fingers together.  The pressure on her tiny bud was intense and then she started moving her hand vigorously side to side.

Betsy rolled her head back letting her long, slender neck stand out prominently.  Her breathing was very uneven and her chest heaved letting the men know that she was sexually aroused.  Whenever she got to this point, her stamina never lasted much longer.  Her right hand was a blur moving like it was possessed, as she kept the clit compressed between her two, trained fingers.  Not fully understanding what else to do, the fingers of her left hand caressed her nipples, in turn, until they felt like hard marbles.

The sound of Stan's voice made her shiver but she didn't stop.  "Spread'em baby... keep those legs spread and show us that gorgeous cunt.  Looks good.  Work that clit, honey," he said.  "Harder... harder baby, harder!

To this day Betsy didn't believe she really experienced a mind-blowing orgasm.  She wasn't able to spread her legs, as Stan ordered, because the extra pressure that her thighs put on her fingers felt extraordinarily good.  Her fingers rolled the clit back and forth rapidly and the orgasm grew to profound proportions.  Betsy heard Stan's catcalls and Ron's praises but all she felt was intense lust.

***

The last tremor had barely passed when her next dilemma unfolded.  Her eyes were still glassy from the powerful orgasm but through the haze she spied Stan lounging on a leather sofa.  He had the zipper of his pants down and he waved his engorged cock enticingly in the air.  "You're not finished... yet.  Get that gorgeous ass over here and suck some real cock," he said sending a shiver through her entire body.  "I want those sexy lips around my cock... now!"

Stan's face was stern and his steady voice gave the explicit order.  The next thing Betsy knew was that his pants were stripped and there was no way out for her.  She slowly crawled across the floor until she was near Stan's torrid body.  "That's it baby... get those beautiful lips over here.  Start sucking my cock... or else," he whispered.  Although his voice was low, it carried a firm, demanding tone.  "Ron tells me you give the best head.  Says you're absolutely the best cocksucker... anywhere!  Now prove it!"

Before she could stop the man, he pulled her torso between his splayed legs.  Stan sat on the edge of the sofa and quickly stripped her bra and soaked panties once again.  He grabbed her dainty hand and forced it to his daggling balls.  Then his hand moved like a flash and he pulled her head until she felt her face touch his menacing penis.  There was no way to pull back or get away from the cock, as Stan's hands held her head with an iron grip.

Betsy remembered swearing at the man wishing he would just get it over with.  'Shove your filthy pecker in my mouth... and get the blowjob over,' she prayed at the time.  But, no!  Stan held his raging dick around the base and slapped her face with the extended shaft.  He would shove the head into her mouth, and then pull it out and slap her face, again and again until she got mad.  Stan sensed her hostility and laughed knowing she was helpless to do anything about it.

Suddenly the fingers of his left hand locked into her hair and Stan rammed her head directly at his cock.  His steel rod didn't even bend when the flared head hit her lips like a ramrod.  All of a sudden his cock was inside her mouth and the blowjob had commenced.  

"Jeeesus... holy, sweet Jesus.  Your mouth feels hot... soooo fucking hot," Stan moaned while keeping his cock buried in her volcanic mouth.  Betsy was oblivious of what else he said and she remembered merely doing her best to bring on a swift orgasm.  Her right hand pumped the throbbing shaft without a moment's relief and Betsy even let her tongue swirl around the silvertip in whorish fashion.  Her one hand was still cupping his balls, and for a split-second, Betsy considered squeezing hard.

When the searing lava hit the back of her throat, she coughed and sputtered, but didn't let up.  She cringed and shuddered hearing his insulting remarks but she wasn't deterred.  "That's it slut... suck my cock with your slutty mouth.  Fantastic blowjob... you are the best cocksucker, just like Ronny-boy said.  Great... fucking great head... slut," Stan said keeping up a nonstop tirade.  "That's it baby... squeeze my nuts... swallow my cum, baby.  Swallow, cum-slut... and fill your belly with it.  You love drinking cum... don't you slut?"

Betsy was completely out of breath when Stan finished.  She struggled to remain upright and out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Ron.  Her boyfriend was naked below the waist and he fisted his cock in plain view.  Ron stood next to the sofa and it was more than obvious what he wanted.  "Guess what baby?  I think your boyfriend feels left out... don't you?" Stan said looking her right in the eyes.  "I want to watch... watch you give head."

And so it was, Betsy remembered, feeling much better now that this part of the chapter drew to a close.  All these years, she fretted and never managed to work up enough courage to recall what really happened that night.

***

All of a sudden the absolute worst memory came to her.  Her drastic masturbation exhibition was over; the demeaning blowjob she was forced to give Stan was over, and now the disgusting blowjob given to Ron was over.  Ron had finished defiling her for the last time, she vowed.  Her relationship with Ron was finished.  Suddenly Stan grabbed her arm and roughly pulled her across the floor to one of his perverted apparatuses.  Betsy struggled for all she was worth but Stan, with Ron's help, hogtied her onto an elaborate fucking machine.

"But you promised... you promised!"  Betsy sobbed at the same time she pleaded with the man.

"Sorry, Sweetheart... but Ronny begged me.  He wants to watch... watch his gorgeous girlfriend go through some S and M," Stan said.  "Hell, honey... so I lied.  What was I suppose to do?"

Then despite her cries and begging, Stan shoved a red ball into her mouth and secured it in place with straps around her head.  She was a picture of ravenous beauty with her eyes flared wide open and her luscious naked body stretched out in spread-eagled fashion.  All she could move was her head while Stan proceeded with his sadistic work.

When the two special, spring-loaded clamps slammed down on her already sore nipples, all she could do was slobber all over the ball in her mouth.  Then he did the same thing to her delicate clitoris and Betsy's world came to an end.

Suddenly Stan was next to her ear.  "Pease... go ahead and fight.  It's always better when the captive fights it," he whispered.  "Fuck... I bet that hurts your nipples... they look utterly fantastic... so big... so fucking hard."

Betsy remembered being totally delirious when he pulled on the strings attached to the clamps causing her more pain.  Then he grabbed her head and propped it up so she could see between her splayed legs.  "Watch this... you can watch my enormous dildo fuck your cunt," he whispered.  "Don't worry.  I oiled it up good... real good, so it can easily fuck your beautiful snatch, honey."

It was about the most horrible sight Betsy had ever witnessed.  The mechanical penis slowly moved forward until it was touching her crotch.  "Don't move, honey... I wouldn't want it to fuck your sweet ass!"

Betsy was hogtied and unable to escape.  She felt the wide head of the greased penis push against her labia, and then separate the puffy lips with ease.  Stan pushed the controls and fucked her without mercy.  Finally he let go of her head and allowed it to fall back onto the rack.  She could hardly bear to watch anymore, as the bastard fucked her with his perverted fucking machine.

Suddenly the demons of the past became much clearer and she imagined what really happened.  The last thing in the world she ever intended was to give any satisfaction to Stan.  He stood next to her and kept flicking her nipples with his fingers while keeping one hand on the control button of his fucking machine.  Then he grabbed a handful of hair and held her head absolutely still.  "Fight it, baby... fight it," Stan hissed into her ear.  "Let me be perfectly clear.  If you don't orgasm... I'll fuck your ass until you do."

Betsy thought her world had come to an end.  Surrender, which seemed unlikely moments ago, now seemed imminent.  The big dildo moved in and out of her steamy pussy and she could feel her guts churning.  Betsy couldn't open her eyes but she knew his gloating face was right in front of her.  Stan's hand gave her head a determined shake and then she let go.  The first stream of cum was thick and creamy but the rest flowed with utter unabated lust from her most inner reservoir.

***

Everything moved in dramatic slow-motion after the fucking machine.  Betsy did not want to recall each and every apparatus used by Stan, but she fully understood that he put her through Hell.  He manhandled her with the occasional assistance from Ron until she had been humiliated beyond imagination.  'Later... later,' she deemed.  'I'll go over everything he did to me... but not now.'

Betsy vowed to recall each and every piece of S&M equipment he used on her that dreadful night, but not this weekend.  'That could be another chapter of my life,' she reasoned.  Betsy considered taking a break from imagining her life story, but suddenly she remembered the end of that horrifying night.  She had endured Stan's molestation and degrading treatment for hours and it ended with him using his prized apparatus on her.

"You fought a great battle, honey... but it's over.  Once I get you tied into the last one... you'll cream like the meanest whore," Stan said sending a violent tremor up her backbone.  "This one is my baby... my Sybian will fuck your brains out.  The only way off the Sybian cock... is to climax!"

Betsy didn't know what to expect at the time but she didn't have long to find out.  Again the two men manhandled her struggling body until her arms were strapped high in the air and she was forced to sit on top of a saddle.  It was no ordinary saddle, as it had an ominous cock protruding upwards.  The cock was not big, but it was fairly pointy at the tip.  It flared out quite wide in the middle and appeared like it would readily lock inside a woman.

The two men easily forced Betsy to sit directly on the upraised dildo and she gave a loud grunt when it pierced her pussy.  Stan quickly secured a leather belt around her slender waist.  There were straps attached to the front and rear of the saddle and he locked them to the tight belt, which only allowed Betsy to move her hips the smallest amount.  She could move side ways, or front and back, but not up off the dildo.

Betsy was in a very restrained position with her legs severely bent, as she squatted on top of the saddle.  Her knees hugged the front portion of the saddle, as if she was actually riding a horse.  It was almost impossible to use her legs and the cock remained fully embedded with her swollen labia spread around the base of the thick shaft.  There were perfectly designed nubs just in front of the rubber cock, which matched the exact location of her vulnerable clitoris.

If his modified Sybian was not enough, Stan reached between her legs and attached small clamps to her labia.  He forced her to rise up slightly so he could put a clamp on each puffy lip and then he pushed her body down onto the saddle again.  Amazingly the clamps seemed to pry her labia apart and the cleverly designed clitoris nubs pressed directly onto her throbbing control button.  Betsy wished there had been immense pain associated with the experience but sadly she remembered nothing but gratification.

Stan had retrieved the red ball used earlier and he shrewdly locked it in her mouth.  Betsy felt like a tramp, as slobber and spit started running down her chin.  The trails of wet saliva dripped onto her chest giving her the most desirable appearance to Stan and Ron.  To this day, Betsy remembered crying when she felt the power surge through the rubber prick.  She suddenly realized it was electronic and the cock started rotating and moving inside her delicate inner chamber.

Stan set the control at level one and let it work slowly at first.  Just when Betsy was getting used to the speed and motion, he turned it up a notch.  She felt the immediate increase in intensity and tried to use her legs to alleviate some of the pressure.  Suddenly she realized the saddle itself was vibrating and that seemed to put extreme pressure on her clitoris.

Her arms were outstretched held securely by the straps and her legs quickly got too tired of holding her weight.  The combination of the rotating dildo, the labia clamps, the rubber clit nubs, which bounced wildly with the vibrating saddle, and the fact she was hogtied took a toll on her determination.  When the first tremor roared through her belly, Betsy reasoned it was merely a tiny setback.

Then Stan increased the tempo another notch and she began to wonder.  Suddenly he turned the switch up once more and Betsy realized her dilemma was getting worse.  Completely out of the blue, Stan abruptly attached the dreaded nipple clamps again.  Her body went out of control.  She screamed, or tried to.  The ball prevented anything but a river of saliva to come out of her mouth.  Betsy rocked and thrust on the pulsating cock not knowing what else to do.

Suddenly Stan was right behind her, holding her head cradled firmly in his hands.  "Keep fighting... I love it when a woman fights," he whispered.  His tongued lashed out licking the side of her burning face.  "It's a lot worse when you fight... let it go and show Ronny that his girlfriend's a slut."

All of a sudden Betsy readied herself for the worst moment of her life, which was coming alive in her weekend daydream.  The orgasm approached so fast it slammed her in the guts.  Her body went into convulsions and her hips rocked back and forth, and up and down on the rubber cock.  She swore the thing throbbed and pulsated like crazy and her mind succumbed to the raging lust.  Nothing had ever pounded into her precious clitoris like the rough nubs every time her body slammed down on the Sybian saddle.

Stan kept his lips next to her ear.  "Fight... fight it, baby," he whispered before slapping her bare ass a few times, as it bounced up and down.  "Dear Lord... baby, I think you're doing it.  You're cumming!"

It was impossible to yell at the man.  The spit ran from her mouth like a river and the lust took over her disillusioned mind.  Tears mixed with saliva and Stan knew she was experiencing a mind-blowing orgasm.  "Let it go... let go baby... be my sweet-ass bitch."

All Betsy wanted was the ability to scream at the man she hated most in the world.  She desperately wanted to hold out but that was impossible.  The spasms destroyed every ounce of resolve in her distraught mind, as the orgasm of a lifetime rolled through the stratosphere.  She saw the bright lights of Mars, and then Venus, and then Utopia, as the explosions went off in her throbbing head.  Betsy had never experienced an orgasm so powerful or so earth-shattering and every sensation in her body was fully alive.

Betsy was aware that Ron was recording everything but she couldn't stop.  Her body jerked and thrust hard at the embedded cock and Betsy felt the cream leak from her inner being.  As the final spasms robbed her sanity, Betsy was relieved that her most feared demon was finally exposed.  Time lost all sense and meaning, as the hellish orgasm took forever to subside.  When Betsy eventually stopped her violent contortions, she collapsed on top of the soaked saddle, dangling from her upraised arms.

Stan made sure everything was captured with his movie camera.  He had ordered Ron to record the most fantastic climax, which Stan planned adding to his extensive library.  Betsy's lustrous body jerked and gyrated until the end when Ron zoomed in on the sudden wetness running down the sides of the leather saddle.  When Stan voiced his great pleasure to the wild boyfriend, Betsy was only vaguely aware of what he said.

Betsy could not remember being more grateful when Stan unhooked her from his SM machine and removed the clamps and gag.  She was nothing more than a battered rag doll when the hated man fucked her even though she displayed no emotion or willingness.  He treated her like a piece of meat but she was beyond caring.  Betsy reasoned it was merely one last thing she had to endure before Stan allowed her to leave his dungeon.  Thankfully there was no more pain and agony.

***The end of the relationship

Ron was already dressed and ready to depart when Stan was finished screwing Betsy.  Sex with Ron's boss was the last straw for Betsy.  Suddenly she remembered.  It took days for her body to stop hurting from the abuse that Ron's boss put her through.  Betsy rubbed her wrists thinking about how hard she struggled that night.  There were no permanent scars but her wrists were badly bruised during the bondage.  The bastard used every hole she possessed, not once but many times before she was allowed to leave.

A swift pang of anxiety shot through her inner regions with the realization that this chapter of her life was finally over.  She could now put everything that happened during her relationship with Ron behind her.  The demons, which haunted her all these years, were put to rest now that she had relived her experiences.

She told Ron it was over during the ride home from that horrible affair.  'Gawd,' she thought at the time, 'I don't know how to breakup with anyone.'  All of her life, Betsy was the one trying hard to be accepted and she never had to break off a friendship.  Betsy reasoned that if she worked hard enough, she could make any relationship work.

But this was different, she deduced!  Luckily for her, Ron must have been getting bored with her, which made it easier.  Also he was finding it increasingly harder to explain his mysterious absences to his wife so the breakup came much easier than Betsy expected.

Ron drove and the trip to Betsy's home was quiet until she told him it was over.  She didn't even get the chance to explain her reasons before he spoke.  What he said surprised her even to this day.  "It's time.  You're a beautiful, sexy woman and you deserve better.  I don't know how things got so carried away... but I just go crazy watching you make love.  You've been fantastic, baby, just fantastic!  You know... maybe I'll give you a call in a few months.  But then, again... maybe not. "

Betsy lay on the bed in her spare bedroom relieved that she could now move on.  Suddenly she was okay with everything that happened.  Guys like Ron were never happy and could never satisfy their insatiable appetite for control, she reasoned.  Ron controlled the most beautiful woman in his paltry life, yet he was never satisfied.

It was time to get up for some fresh air and Betsy stretched until she was fully back in the real world.  She assumed that everyone had chapters in their life, which they regretted, and the chapters with Ron were hers.  With a sheepish, devilish grin on her pretty face, Betsy wondered if she should hunt the bastard down and cut off his balls.

THE END
I will continue Betsy's weekend in another chapter.  I promised her that I would write about her first 39 years and then we can fantasize about the future.  I hope readers don't find this type of flashback too confusing but I wanted Betsy to think about all the things that happened in her life before turning 40.  Betsy is probably the most appealing woman I know, and strangely, I am not sure if she is not the wittiest, smartest woman... or the craziest.

Please send me your feedback, as I always appreciate readers who take the time to write.

Me and Teri

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I’m sorry Teri, but I have found out where you live. We have been text messaging for months now and I am so hot for your body. You have sent me photos of you naked and you know it is driving me out of my mind. You sent the photo of you spreading your butt cheeks and showing me that glorious ass. I get to see your freshly shaven pussy. One with your finger rubbing your clit. But the most damaging photo is of your sweetie Laney. She gets to have you any time she wants. She is so hot. Anyone would want her and I can see why you want her. Did you say she was only 19? Well, if you can imagine going to bed after having an exhausting night of sex with Laney, you are so tired that you just pass out with your pussy still wet with your cum and Laney’s mouth juice. Your pus
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sy is so satisfied that you lay with your legs still spread. You don’t remember but you left your window open. I have been outside watching you and Laney. I watched as she left. Where was she going and when would she be back? I am able to climb through your window. You are completely nude so I strip all my clothes to make me as nude as you. You look so beautiful laying there as your chest, and what a chest, rises and falls as you sleep. I slip into bed with you and you never know. I have brought my little bag of goodies and I open it now. I remove a pair of latex gloves, two marshmallows, a vibrator that is slim and about 8 inches long with a bend on the end on which an egg about the size of a golf ball sets, and a tube of motion lotion. I put on the gloves. I put my mouth next too your ear and I slowly massage your breast. You moan a little and I whisper in your ear that it is OK. You turn toward me and put your arms around my shoulder. I turn your head up a little to make your lips next to mine. I slowly met your lips with mine and you open your mouth and I feel some tongue. I offer you mine and you readily accept. We hungrily kiss for some time and then I slowly move my lips to your magnificent breast. Your nipples are already hard. I place my lips around your nipple but I never let my tongue touch. My tongue circles your nipple and I allow some mouth juice to drip on your breast. I continue this for some time and you start to moan and then I know it is time for my tongue to flick your nipple and start to suck. You are starting to moaning louder. I take the two marshmallows in my hand and put them between my soft gloved hand and your sweet wet pussy and move them all around. You move your legs as wide as they will go as I continue to rub the marshmallows around your pussy and across your engorged clit, as I continue to suck on your nipple. I can see your are close to cuming. Your moans are getting louder and your ass is starting to jerk. I continue. After a few more circles on your clit you raise up in bed and scream as you cum. You focus on what is going on and your eyes meet mine. I hear “Janey” what are you doing here. I say “lay back” and nudge her with my hand. As she lays back I reach for the motion lotion. I spread in on my smooth glove. I am between your legs lapping up your old cum from Laney and the fresh cum that just leaked out. I am in heaven. I have eaten pussy juice before, but nothing like this. I can’t get enough, but I know if I rub the Lotion on you it will destroy your flavor, but when I put it on you and blow on the lotion your pussy will be on fire. I love lickin you but I want the heat on you before you cum. I take my hand full of lotion and rub it from your asshole to your clit. I know it feels good to you as you lay there moaning. As I start to blow a little on it and you can feel the heat, you start to breath faster and moan louder. Your ass is starting to jerk. On my down stroke with my tongue I got to your asshole and go around it like I did your nipple. Then I try to slip my tongue in your ass and you seem to like it. I shove it in as far as I can and try me best to wiggle it. I go back to your clit and I need to hold on as you are thrashing about so much. I reach for the vibrator and slowly push it up your little pussy hole. I turn it so the egg will hit your ‘G’ spot. As you are bucking about I start the vibrator to vibrating. As it hits your ‘G’ spot you are screaming so loud that I am worried about the neighbors. As you jerk, my slick fingers start up your ass. In and out. You love it. As I get four fingers in your ass and the vibrator on high and me sucking on your clit as hard as I can, you gush juice out of your cunt like I have never seen. I have never sucked a pussy that would squirt. You had told me that you didn’t squirt. I guess we know different now, but you didn’t squirt, you gushed. Yes I tried to swallow as much as I could and it didn’t taste like your regular cum and it certainly didn’t taste like piss. Again I was in heaven. I think you must have passed out as you lay there breathing hard and a wild moan coming from somewhere deep inside you. You raise your head and say “Janey, what are you doing here”? “I had to taste that beautiful pussy of yours before I die and this was my opportunity. If you will allow me to hold you as we sleep, I will leave in the morning, go back to Ky and cause you no more trouble”. You didn’t have to answer as your hand went between my legs. It was many hours later that we was able to try to go to sleep. In the morning we kissed like we would never see one another again and I thanked you over and over for the best time of my life and slowly walked out the front door on my way to Ky. Good by my sweet Teri. Have a wonderful life. Jane If you like you can e-mail me janey1113@att.net

A Journey of a Real Woman

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A JOURNEY OF A REAL WOMAN By Kacey1999 Email kcdouglas1999@yahoo.com Please email me your comments and suggestion, as I appreciate readers who take the time to give feedback. The style of this story is new and I hope readers can understand what I tried to do. I am telling Betsy's story, as she gets set to turn 40, and she thinks back to what has happened in her life. Betsy is probably the most appealing woman I know, and strangely, I am not sure if she is not the wittiest, smartest woman... or the craziest. Chapter Three Betsy had something to eat and felt thoroughly refreshed. The weekend dream festival was progressing exactly as planned and she still had chapters of her life story to review. Her grad school relationship with Ron was over and thankfully she had gotten rid of a demo
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n that had bothered her for many years. Then she remembered the promise to go over everything that happened in the SM chamber owned by Ron's boss. Now that she had rid herself of the nightmares from the experience, she looked forward to reviewing the torture. Suddenly a shiver ran up her spine, making the hair on the back of her head, stand up. Betsy realized the many torture machines had revealed her secret dark-side. The wicked contempt shown by Ron and his boss had overly excited her, and it resulted in the orgasm of her life. But Betsy vowed to not dwell on the experience right now and she planned to save that for another chapter. Betsy's rest period was done and she rushed back to the spare bedroom for more erotic dreams. She was already into the next chapter when she jumped on the bed. Betsy landed in a comfortable position on her back and felt it was best because she could look up at this mysterious woman living her life without regrets. Of course she was the woman and loved trying to visualize everything right down to the most interesting detail. Grad school was finished and so was her affair with Ron. Betsy moved back to New Orleans taking a part-time, teaching job while putting her resume out to every school in the south. She lived with her father and he was very glad to have her living at home again. Being the only child, she was close to her father and it gave her a chance to do things for him again. It never hurt to have a woman's touch around the house, and Betsy's dad loved having her around even though she nagged him. This chapter of her life would see Betsy discover herself, as a mature woman. Her education years were over and now it was time to find a job she liked. It was a little before Mardi Gras and certainly party time in New Orleans. Betsy was at a party when she met Phil. He walked into the room with a cooler in his hand and instantly zeroed in on the sexiest woman in the room. They talked and Phil invited Betsy to a basketball game the next day. Phil invited her to Washington, DC for a Congressional Mardi Gras party, which Betsy could still remember. He booked her into the Ritz and they made love over the weekend. It started a long distance relationship with daily phone calls and constant emails that went on for months. Then Betsy was offered a job in Virginia. It was much better money than her New Orleans job and she moved there to be nearer to Phil. The Virginia location turned out great for a job plus rest and relaxation activities. Phil rented a beach house on the eastern shore for the summer and the couple went there every weekend. Betsy loved the beach, not so much for the water, but just for the playful atmosphere. The house had five bedrooms and two baths and Phil had most of the extra space rented out to his friends. He retained the largest bedroom on the main floor and the other four bedrooms were on the second level. There was a walkway on that level overlooking the dining room, which gave the house a very comfortable feeling. Most of the weekends were spent on the beach drinking, sunning and playing volleyball. Phil was a big volleyball guy and games were played in the sand for the entire summer. Betsy got to know most of the regulars even though there was a constant change of faces. At night most of the people would just come and go, as they pleased, but that didn't bother anyone. Betsy didn't like volleyball but she watched it a lot just to make Phil happy. Most of the guys had nicknames and she found most of them quite hilarious. There was Shape, Supershape who was Shape's brother, Bagman, Pisser and Flipper. When she found out how Flipper got his name, Betsy almost choked. It seemed he was setting up a gangbang on some girl and someone opened the door to the room he was in, to check on what was happening. Flipper was performing oral sex on the girl and he couldn't get any leverage so his arms were flipping back as he tried. Suddenly Betsy wondered what the guys called her but she shivered thinking that it was probably better not to know. Her life story abruptly got more interesting. It was near the end of summer when she was sitting at the dining room table with Phil and a new guy came in. He was a hunk who was staying in one of the upstairs bedrooms for the first time. Betsy remembered being smitten by the guy from the very first time she set eyes on him. She found out his name was Thomas and they had a very nice conversation that eventful day. It made her smile now when she remembered just how naïve and inexperienced she was in those days. Phil, Thomas and she sat around most of the day drinking far too much and joking. As was his custom, Phil was feeling no pain by late in the day. About eight in the evening, Betsy noticed a constant stream of guys going into one of the bedrooms. When she asked why, Thomas simply said that the only way to find out was to have a look. The three went upstairs and Betsy was utterly shocked beyond belief when the door opened. She remembered peeking into the room and the scene taking her breath away. As she found out later, Shape had picked up a girl named Marty and he turned her over to all of his buddies. When Betsy looked into the room, she noticed the naked woman on the bed and she was drenched with white, sticky cum. Betsy wondered if it was lucky or unlucky, but she witnessed Marty being savagely fucked. There was one guy fucking her, another guy with his fat cock in her mouth and a couple others were jerking off on her chest. All of a sudden Betsy's dream flashed into bright, vivid Technicolor. There were three or four naked guys waiting their turn in the room when a sudden onrush of more guys entered. To this day, Betsy never knew how the newcomers snatched her but suddenly she was inside the room. Frantically she looked around and couldn't find Phil or Thomas. Everything happened so fast that even today she couldn't believe how she was pushed up against the rocking bed. She remembered very vividly trying to stop all the hands, which were all over her body. It made her laugh now, but at the time she was terrified. She grabbed someone's bold hand just as it was about to feel her breast and someone else's hand shot under her shirt. Her boobs were outside her bra so fast that she was dumbfounded. Suddenly she had to let go of the hands trying to grope her chest, as there were far more pressing issues. A guy had his hands all over her crotch and another guy was trying to undo her pants. What she heard still sent shivers through her body. "Fresh meat. Hurry up guys... strip the bitch and get her on the fucking bed. Holy sweet shit... this bitch has nice tits. Look at those jugs... and those fucking nipples." The noise in the room was deafening and everyone was cheering. Not only for the guys screwing the slut on the bed but for the guys taking liberties with the new slut. Betsy rolled her head around frantically looking for help. Then she saw her boyfriend and Thomas trying to push the guys aside so they could rescue her. Betsy pleaded for her life just as a guy held her arms fully stretched up in the air. Another guy pushed her shirt and bra all the way up to her neck and yet someone else squeezed her boobs like he had never felt tits before. Everything was out of control. Suddenly she involuntarily sucked in her breath when she felt a hand slip into the waistband of her pants. She didn't mean to but it gave the man more freedom. He quickly shoved his hand into her panties and instantly his fingers closed on her crotch. Nothing so dramatic had ever happened to her before and all Betsy could do was squirm and struggle to get free. Her boobs were waving around like freelance balloons. All of a sudden one of the guys groping her went flying across the room. Then Thomas was standing beside her telling her drunken boyfriend that they should get poor little Betsy back to her own bedroom. Just as he started to lead her from the crowd of sex-starved maniacs, a mountain of a nude man stopped them. He told Thomas that she was the, 'new meat,' but Thomas said he didn't think so. This moose grabbed the front of Thomas' shirt and made a mistake of confronting an unknown opponent. Betsy remembered acting stupid at the time but now she laughed at it. As was her custom, she volunteered to go with the man if it meant he would leave Thomas and Phil alone. She remembered thinking the man was going to beat the shit out of her friends because of her, so the only sane thing she could do was go with the man. The last thing she remembered was Thomas letting go of her hand, as a gesture that he was willing to let her go. When she turned her back to take the mountain man's hand, the man went flying past her and landed on the floor in a heap. His face was bloody and Betsy thought she was dreaming. Then someone took her hand and out the door they went untouched or unmolested. Her legs were so wobbly that Betsy could hardly walk and Thomas led the way to his bedroom, which was down the hall. Drunken Phil followed and he had obviously been affected by the near gangbang of his girlfriend. About the last thing in the world Betsy ever expected she would be willing to do, she did. Her shirt and bra were still askew and she stood motionless when her boyfriend stripped them from her overheated body. Phil was too drunk to care that someone else was in the room and he took his clothes off. "Bets... love. I couldn't believe my eyes... they fucking had your gorgeous tits right out in the open. Fuck honey... I almost came in my pants when that one guy rubbed his cock all over you. Fuck... the one guy shoved his fucking hand down your pants. When he took it out and licked his wet fingers... I wanted to fuck you right there." Phil was shaky but finally managed to get his clothes off. He stood naked, as a jaybird, and let his cock wave in the air when he kept talking. "Honey. I'm sure they would have gangbanged you if Thomas hadn't been there. Yano what I think? I think we should give Thomas a reward. Let him have sex with you. Co'mon... let's do it." His hands were all over her and to this day Betsy couldn't understand why she didn't resist. She merely stood in the room and let her boyfriend take all her clothes off right in front of an almost complete stranger. But then she realized. From the first moment she saw Thomas, she knew he was the man for her. She had never dreamed of being unfaithful to Phil but suddenly she was more than willing. Betsy could still see the nicest smile on the man's face once she was naked. She stared into his dark, paralyzing eyes and knew everything was okay. Thomas did a striptease that any man would be proud of and when he was naked, Betsy's eyes widened in awe. He was all muscle and hung. She could still remember being extremely calm waiting for things to happen. Then Phil guided Betsy to the bed and she never complained. He almost tossed her down while giving every indication that he wanted her to suck his cock. Phil loved having her give him a blowjob and he held his hips out expecting Betsy to fulfill his wishes. "Come on baby. Show the man. Suck cock like you know how," Phil said. "And get on your hands and knees... so Thomas can get his reward." Her boyfriend was serious even though the alcohol influenced him. "Christ baby... I want to watch. I want to watch you have sex with someone," Phil whispered. "I want to watch you give head and get fucked at the same time... by him!" Betsy was simply amazed when it happened. Phil manhandled her until she was on hands and knees and in the desired position. The images of being completely vulnerable flashed in her head and they made her tremble. Phil shoved his cock in her face and Betsy had no alternative but to put it in her mouth. She started sucking Phil and used her hands to stroke his cock just the way he liked. Betsy remembered how severely she trembled when the bed moved. She knew Thomas was getting settled behind her and suddenly she felt something brush against her exposed backside. The devastating thought of being taken by a stranger was more thrilling than she ever imagined. She obediently sucked Phil's cock but all of her senses were focused on what Thomas was doing. Betsy felt the man rub his cock all over her butt and then he touched her between the legs. Her body jerked forward and Phil's cock shot down her throat taking her breath away. Suddenly a streak of lightning struck her pussy opening and the blazing bolt went straight to her head. Thomas felt the upturned ass quiver and rock when he split the puffy labia. He realized Betsy was experiencing a premature orgasm and didn't want to make her wait. Thomas rammed his cock to the hilt and he had never felt anything like it. The extreme heat instantly made his temperature rise and then Betsy pushed back at him. Her sexy body went into convulsion right away and Thomas couldn't believe his good luck. All that interested Phil was inside of Betsy's scorching mouth. He squirmed and tried to make the blowjob last a long time but Betsy was far too determined to end it quickly. She pumped her hand back and forth on his stiff shaft and kept the knob buried in her hot mouth. Even in his drunken stupor, Phil wondered if it was such a good idea. His glassy eyes stared at Thomas, as the man ravaged his girlfriend from behind. Phil reasoned his stamina lasted such a brief time was because of being able to watch Thomas with his girlfriend. He heard bare flesh slapping together, as Thomas fucked Betsy, and all Phil imagined was the man's big cock going in and out of her precious snatch. Phil merely grabbed her head tightly when his orgasm exploded in Betsy's sucking mouth. Then he threw his head back and only wanted to imagine himself with Betsy. Betsy's belly was still experiencing severe contractions when her mouth filled with molten lava. She desperately swallowed Phil's massive load and tried hard not to choke. Just as the last few drops were sucked out of Phil's throbbing pecker, Betsy felt something profound. There wasn't much she could do immediately following a climax but somehow her belly shuddered when the burning lava filled her inner sanctuary. Thomas' strong fingers closed around her waist and he squeezed hard. Betsy felt Thomas pull back at the same time he thrust forward with his powerful hips and she thought the top of her head was coming off. Suddenly more spasms rocked her sweating body, as the man fucked her into a subconscious state. All three sort of collapsed on the bed when the animal lust ended. Thomas kept his distance not wanting to get too close to the couple but Phil had other ideas. His desire for sexual gratification had been satisfied and all he could think of was having another drink. Phil obviously wasn't thinking straight when he excused himself, which shocked Betsy beyond belief. He told Betsy that he was going for another drink and then look in on what the other guys were doing. She took it to mean Phil wanted to watch the gangbang in Marty's bedroom, but the thought didn't upset her at all. *** Betsy remembered being not the least bit concerned when her boyfriend left her with someone else. She was lying on her side and suddenly felt Thomas shifting across the bed until he was up against her back. He hugged her for the longest time and it was the most wonderful feeling. Betsy liked to cuddle after intercourse and in no time her eyes got heavy and closed. She could still remember what happened next. The memory was still like it happened yesterday and Betsy was determined to take her time with this section of her life story. Her mind drifted back to 1991 and she relived one of the most memorable affairs of her life. Betsy was almost asleep, but Thomas had other plans. His right arm was over top of her torso and Betsy kept her arms outstretched, which left her entire front unguarded. At first Thomas' hand merely caressed the front of her body without lingering on any specific spot. In the perfect dreamland state, Betsy faced away from Thomas and let her mind drift through empty space. All of a sudden she was aware of his hand caressing and kneading her tits. One boob at a time, Thomas squeezed and tenderly massaged before lingering on each nipple until it was rock hard. There was a warm smile on her face and Betsy loved that inter-dimensional feeling of being half asleep. Suddenly her heart skipped a few beats when she felt something hard stirring against the back of her legs. She remembered not wanting to open her eyes so she laid still wishing for more lovely embraces. His hand moved from her heaving chest to her tummy, which was going in and out at a furious rate. She felt his fingers tracing lightly across her stomach and then stop at her bellybutton. Betsy sucked in her breath when Thomas touched her hollow and then he teased her until she whimpered out loud. "This time... we are going to do it right. Make mad, passionate love," Thomas whispered into her ear. "Lift your leg... up a bit." Betsy heard his command and obediently lifted her right leg slightly. She didn't expect the biggest thrill when Thomas' hard cock sprang between her thighs. His throbbing member stretched between her legs and sprang up against her wetness. Thomas knew exactly what would get Betsy's blood boiling. His right hand snaked downward and then he put his fingers directly over his hard cock. He pushed hard and felt his shaft embed itself in the immense wetness, which made Betsy's hips quiver wildly. Then he threatened to push the head of his cock into her honey hole and Betsy's breathing halted. Thomas left his meat embedded in Betsy's pussy slit and he deftly squirmed his fingers around the thick head to surround her throbbing clitoris. Betsy felt the head of his cock directly at her opening and his fingers pulling the swollen clit out of the vast wetness. Suddenly her breathing resumed but it was ragged and very broken. Now at the age of 39 and remembering the events in her life, Betsy recalled thinking how the first time was heaven, and the second time was heavenly bliss. She abruptly broke the embrace and rolled over to face Thomas. "Oh gawd, I need you. Please, please make love to me," she whispered. Thomas was skilled in the many facets of what a woman wanted and needed. "Put your hands on it. Feel my cock and make it harder," he whispered. She instantly obeyed not wanting to wait any longer. "Make it nice and hard... hard so you can sit on it." Betsy wondered what he meant but she didn't have to wait long before finding out. Thomas rolled onto his back and that put his engorged cock in a most prestigious position. It hovered at an angle above his hips and Betsy couldn't resist putting her dainty fingers around the thick shaft. "I want to watch you. Watch you make love to me. See you with my cock in your hands... and then see you sitting on top of it," he whispered. Betsy couldn't take her eyes off his penis. Her fingers were wrapped around the shaft and she felt the cock pulsating madly. She swooped down and kissed the glistening end but Thomas was not satisfied. "Leave it laying on my belly... and then sit on top. Sit on me so that your cunt is pushing against my cock. I want you to feel it... against your love-box," Thomas said. "I want to watch you... see you making love." Thomas laid flat on his back with his legs together. Betsy crouched over his thighs and place one of her knees on either side on his outstretched legs. She bent over and put her face mere inches above his chest. Betsy would never forget the feeling. She squatted above his muscular hips and leaned forward. His pecker pressed against the front of her body and Betsy felt it jerking up and down so that it banged her belly. Betsy couldn't remember wanting something so badly. She was willing to do whatever Thomas wanted if he would satisfy her burning desires. Suddenly he took control. "Suck my nipples. Suck'em love," he whispered. "Make them hard with your tongue... and your teeth!" She had never heard any man say that but strangely Betsy found his request very stimulating. When she reached out and put his tiny nipple in her mouth, it was a most profound feeling. Her tongue rolled the bud around and covered it with saliva, which brought moans from Thomas. "Yes baby. Just like that... now the other." Betsy caressed both nipples and found the experience made her even hotter. Then she nibbled on the tiny buds and noticed how his chest seemed to push up to meet her mouth. Suddenly Thomas put his strong hands on her ass cheeks and moved her butt until it was directly over his crotch. She had to straighten up but managed to retain a hold on his nipples. "Sit on it. Put your wet pussy right on top of my cock. Push my cock into your lips. Baby... spread those juicy lips with my cock," he said. Thomas guided her hips and he knew when things were right. Betsy gasped out loud when the throbbing cock split her soaked pussy lips and the thick shaft embedded into her narrow slit. She sat up straighter but kept her hands on his chest. Her fingers pinched his nipples and twisted them ever so tenderly. The thick cock burned her pussy and Betsy couldn't sit still. Her hips jiggled back and forth and Thomas pulled down hard with his hands around her slender waist. Suddenly Betsy wanted it now. Her tummy started to quiver in and out and Thomas was afraid she was not going to wait so he lifted her up. "Not yet. Get up... hold my cock up and sit on it. I want it in your belly," he moaned. Betsy shifted to the rear so that she was sitting on his legs. Her hand grabbed the enlarged cock as soon as it was free and she held it straight up in the air. Betsy would never forget the feeling. She squatted and ever so slowly moved forward until she was above his muscular hips again. Then she held perfectly still. Betsy stared down at the upstanding cock. She wondered if she should sit down but her body was moving before the answer came. Thomas put his hands around her waist and guided her forward, an inch at a time. When the tip of his bulbous cock touched her crotch, her breathing stopped. Betsy was afraid to take her hand off his thick shaft and held the cock straight up. The feeling was out of this world when her body lowered a little. First one inch, then two, and suddenly her hand let go. Betsy was staring into his eyes when it happened. She felt his hands tug on her slender waist and knew he was going to do it. She merely held her breath waiting. Then Thomas squeezed his hands into her burning flesh and pulled downward with all his strength. He thrust up with his powerful hips and buried his cock to the hilt with one swift stab. It must have taken minutes to start breathing again, and when she did, all Betsy could do was gasp desperately for much needed air. She was positive that she started creaming on the first thrust and didn't stop until he finally climaxed deep inside of her. It was the longest and most intense orgasm of her life up to that point and one she would always remember. That time, years ago with Thomas, still brought back good memories. Betsy also realized that it was a defining moment in her life. She realized her relationship with Phil was over and vowed to leave her boyfriend to be with Thomas. The ecstasy lasted for hours that night and she experienced one orgasm after another. She wasn't sure what time it was when she left Thomas' room but eventually she wound up back in bed with her boyfriend. Phil must have passed out sometime during the night like he did every weekend. He was in bed still completely dressed and hardly stirred when she came to bed. Phil mumbled some indistinguishable statement, as she climbed into bed, and Betsy assumed he was oblivious to her spending hours with another man. 'But then again,' Betsy mused. 'Maybe he knew and wanted me to screw his buddy.' Phil's eyes flickered for a brief moment, as if he acknowledged her return to bed from using the bathroom. *** In the morning, Phil had a humongous hangover. He woke up and threw his arm around Betsy but luckily for her, he didn't try anything. Betsy remembered thinking at the time that she didn't want to have sex with Phil. She had such a wonderful feeling after the night with Thomas and she didn't want to spoil it. Sunday morning was a complete blur with Betsy reminiscing about the time with Thomas. She had breakfast with Phil and immediately after went up to the room she shared with Thomas. That was when she felt like someone stabbed her in the heart. The room was empty and it had been neatly cleaned up. Betsy stood outside the room in disbelief, which must have been noted by a girl, named Penny, who was walking by. "Are you looking for Thomas? If so... he's gone. Packed up and left about nine," the girl informed Betsy. She could see the concerned look on Betsy's pretty face so she continued. "I liked Thomas. He's not like most of the guys. Are you his girlfriend?" Betsy was not able to speak right away but found her voice eventually. "No. No... We're just friends. I'll see him later... I'm sure he'll be on the beach this afternoon." Betsy thought back to her initial meeting with Penny. She was a lovely girl who went to church every Sunday. Penny was fairly thin and she had the cutest smile on her face all the time. The one thing a person noticed about Penny right away was that the woman didn't have boobs. Betsy remembered feeling sorry for her at the time but later she realized that Penny had nipples that made up for any lack of tits. Right after finding out that Thomas had departed, Betsy had to be alone. She left Penny standing in the hallway and rushed back to her room. Phil had already changed for the beach and he was dressed in his normal volleyball attire. They exchanged greetings and agreed to meet on the beach at the courts. Betsy stayed in the room for about an hour but then decided it was best to socialize. Most of the regulars were already at the beach when Betsy finally arrived. She needed sleep more than anything and quickly nodded off into dreamland once her chair was settled on the sand. Even the loud hollering and volleyball cheering didn't bother her that day. Her mind drifted off and it was Thomas who was in her most intimate thoughts. After thirty minutes, someone thrust a beer into her hand. There was still no sign of Thomas so Betsy slowly sipped the beer while nonchalantly watching the sweaty volleyball players playing in the sand. Then she dropped off asleep for another hour before repeating the frustrating exercise. She thought about last night and her mind tuned out all of the things going on around her. It was like trying to solve an equation and all Betsy thought about was when, and if, Thomas would show up. She had that worried, sickening feeling that people got when they weren't sure about a love affair. Betsy remembered every question rushing through her distraught mind waiting to see Thomas again. 'Did Thomas like her? Did he want her to be his girlfriend? Did she do something wrong or did Thomas just use her last night?' The last question was the most disturbing, but Betsy didn't believe the man betrayed her feelings and emotions. She was still disillusioned and halfway through her third beer when her thoughts were interrupted. "Is this chair taken? My... you look even lovelier than last night." Betsy came fully awake in a heartbeat and she started to stutter. "What? No... Oh, no," she muttered before realizing there was no chair but her own around. She blushed and could feel her heart beating so fast it must have made her look silly. Thomas sat down in the sand and they chatted for a long time. They talked about nothing and little things that didn't require much thinking. Suddenly she realized that she didn't know much about the man. She did most of the talking last night, a southern thing, she thought. So they chatted about him. Betsy asked about the mountain man last night, as she was still confused about how the man went flying. Thomas told her that he was a 3rd degree black belt so quite competent when push came to shove. It bothered Betsy that Thomas had left before seeing her in the morning. He quickly put her fears to rest by explaining that he had to do an errand. Apparently he was moving and had to pick up the keys to his new house in Boston that morning. Betsy felt much better once Thomas told her how he hurried through the transfer and rushed back just to see her. Betsy was in heaven after hearing his heart-warming revelation. They each had a beer and then Thomas suggested they go up to the beach house. "Last night meant a lot to me. Come... I want to fuck you again," he whispered. Her jaw dropped both from surprise and great elation. She gulped her beer and off they went. They went directly to the same room as last night. Luckily it was still unoccupied and her heart stopped when the door slammed shut. They stood face to face and Betsy watched his lips move. "Take off your suit. I know it's a beautiful bikini, but I want to see your gorgeous body... naked," Thomas said. Betsy did as he requested and in a flash Thomas also stripped. "Have you ever masturbated?" She almost fainted but couldn't stop her response. "Yes." The look on his face was serious. "Show me!" Betsy often touched herself when she was with a partner but suddenly she didn't know what to do. Thomas moved over to sit in a chair beside the bed and motioned for her to use the bed. Betsy slowly walked over and sat down facing Thomas. She assumed it would be easy to masturbate but that was far from what happened. All of a sudden she didn't get aroused or worked up when she caressed her boobs. Betsy rolled her nipples around and around but all that did was get them hard. Then she shifted her hand down to her pelvis and put her fingers between her legs. It went better but she still didn't feel close to achieving an orgasm. Suddenly inspiration hit. She visualized seeing Marty during that horrible gangbang. Then Betsy remembered being forced into the room by strangers and having her top lifted up above her breasts. She vowed never to admit the feelings she felt at the time. Her juices started to run and she felt the crotch of her panties getting soaked. Then she pictured the men holding her arms up in the air so they could fondle her boobs. Betsy's hand started to move a lot faster. Suddenly the masturbation was much easier. She remembered her nipples being pinched so hard it hurt but that didn't matter at the time. Her visualization continued with the men molesting her boobs and one guy even sucked her nipple. Then Betsy pictured what should have been the most disturbing thing that happened. While the men groped her titties, another man shoved his hand inside her pants. The man had one goal in mind and his fingers entered her wetness with lightning speed. Afterwards Betsy wondered if she spread her legs or if the man forced them apart. She remembered struggling like crazy, but it merely seemed to give the man more freedom. Suddenly her fingers were his fingers. She put the clit between her thumb and forefinger and started twirling it vigorously until she felt the first spasm shot through her loins. Thomas watched the erotic bliss with immense admiration. He adored Betsy's wit and charm but suddenly he loved her sexy body and adorable treasures. Betsy threw her head back and pushed out her chest when her left hand grabbed a boob. Her fingers pulled the hard nipple outward, as if offering it to the enthusiastic onlooker. Her right hand was a blur and Thomas caught brief glimpses of the rosy bud when it swirled around in the vast wetness. Thomas knew exactly when Betsy climaxed. Her right hand stopped moving except for her fingers squeezing the puffy clit. Then her hips jerked out of control and thrust wildly at the imaginary stranger. When the orgasm subsided enough to enable Betsy to breathe properly again, Thomas ordered her to suck his cock. "Get me harder. Put your lips around my cock and suck it... so I can stick it in your cunt," he commanded. In a less demanding manner he added, "Baby... I want to fuck you so badly." It made her chuckle now, but Thomas was a mouthful. There was no need to get him hard because his cock was already throbbing like crazy. But she obeyed relishing the opportunity to satisfy his demands. Then Thomas ordered her to kneel beside the bed. He jerked Betsy around and made her go down on her hands and knees. He forced her upper torso onto the bed with her head facing to the side. It was that familiar position, which Betsy loved, and she readied herself for what came next. Suddenly it all made sense to her even though it was years later. Thomas liked being in control and he loved ordering her to do things. He never asked or pleaded for her to do something, he only ordered her. In the beginning, she would have it no other way. She was submissive and liked pleasing others and this was her way of making someone special in her life happy. Once again Betsy was in heaven. Thomas knelt behind her and he did everything in slow-motion. He put the flared head of his cock at her opening and then he slowly pressed his hips forward. His glorious penis slid into her volcano and she could only remain stationary. Betsy felt his hand on her side so she lifted up slightly, thinking he wanted to reach under her outstretched torso. Instead he grabbed her hand and rolled her fingers up but left her thumb sticking out. Then he ordered her to suck her thumb, which she did right away. The rest was a blur to Betsy even now. She remembered sucking her thumb and Thomas pounding her cunt like a madman. She experienced one orgasm followed immediately by another and it seemed the man had everlasting stamina. Lights flashed in her head, her nipples were on fire and a thousand volts of electricity zapped her whole body. Then she felt his hips jerking randomly out of control and suddenly her entire body shut down. When Betsy came down out of the clouds, she was in his arms. Her head was on Thomas' chest and they talked for a while. He mentioned how lucky it was that her thumb was in her mouth when she climaxed because her loud groans of ecstasy would have been heard at the beach. All of a sudden Betsy realized something. It was during this tender embrace that the first thoughts of love entered her head. They talked and laughed. It seemed so different than anything before. Betsy started playing with his nipples, which she knew he liked. The next thing she knew it was blowjob time. "Hold it. Put the tip of my cock in your mouth... just the tip," Thomas ordered. "Now put your tongue under my cock. Lick it with your tongue... but just keep the tip in your mouth. Yes... yes, like that." Betsy's eyes were glassy, as she stared down at the big penis. "Now stroke it baby. Both hands... stroke it... stroke it harder," he said. "Yes... both hands back and forth... just like that. Keep doing it just like that and watch it cum. Watch me fill your mouth with cum, baby. You're the best cocksucker on the planet." His vulgarity should have disgusted Betsy but it didn't. It seemed to provoke her even more and she yearned to make him happier. Betsy milked Thomas' thick cock until she swallowed his big load of creamy cum. *** The time was getting to be late afternoon. Betsy and Thomas jumped out of bed with the realization that the beach crowd, especially Phil, would have noticed Betsy's disappearance. They showered and it took all their resolve to not start another session of torrid lovemaking. The beach house was about a block from the beach and Thomas thought he should return to the beach via a different route than Betsy. That made sense, Betsy reasoned, as it might look funny to Phil seeing his girlfriend show up with another man after she had been gone for hours. Betsy hoped that she didn't look too guilty when she strolled back to her chair. The volleyball games were still going on but Phil quickly came over to her, wanting to know where she had been. For one of the very few times in her life, she lied. Betsy told her boyfriend that she had not been feeling so good after the beers and she had taken a nap. Then wisely she got them both a beer and afterwards listened to him droll on and on about his volleyball crap. As Phil was yapping, Betsy finally saw Thomas walking up the beach. He was talking to a girl and Betsy remembering thinking how smart he was to solicit such a good cover-up. The girl had a great tan and she was wearing a bright green swimsuit. She appeared to have a pretty good body, but Betsy was too thrilled about what went on all afternoon to be jealous of the girl at first. Then Thomas and the girl stopped and sat on the girl's towel. They chatted and laughed and Betsy almost flew into a fit of rage when the girl put her hand on Thomas' shoulder. She wanted to confront the bitch and tell her that Thomas was her man. Betsy was mad. Then she got mad at Thomas. Suddenly she got mad at Phil for his damn yapping. Abruptly she told Phil that they should hit the road since tomorrow was a school day and she had to get up early. Betsy left the beach with Phil and she refused to look back at Thomas for fear of losing her nerve. She was determined to make a stand and show Thomas that she was not happy when he got too friendly with other women. Strange as it sounded now, Betsy reasoned her relationship with Thomas was much more than a fleeting afternoon, love affair. Betsy had everything packed in no time. They departed so fast that Phil was amazed. He thought Betsy was peeved at something but hesitated to say anything for fear she was mad at him. They bid all their friends a goodbye until next weekend and hit the road. Now years later, Betsy wondered how anyone could act so stupid. She lay in her state of dreamland remembering how mad she was at Thomas and the girl. Her anger turned out to be her boyfriend's immense gratification. Phil received the blowjob of his life on the drive home. He was utterly shocked when Betsy whipped his cock out and then bent over to suck it. Phil wasn't stopping for anything because he didn't want Betsy to stop so he kept driving. The thrill of possibly getting caught or seen by someone on the busy interstate made the experience even more thrilling. Not much was said after he climaxed. Phil merely drove and Betsy sat quietly while they dreamed of separate issues. Betsy wondered if Thomas was real and if her relationship with Phil was actually over. Although Phil had always said they were not fully committed to each other, Betsy still felt guilty for having a secret affair. *** The next weekend signaled the end of summer. It was a three-day affair with Monday being the last holiday of summer and everyone just wanted to party hard. Betsy thought she was right in assuming Phil didn't know anything about what happened last weekend with Thomas. She planned to get more of Thomas' personal information this weekend and hoped he would show up at the beach house. When she and Phil arrived at the house, all the bedrooms were full except for theirs. //// Betsy rushed upstairs to the bedroom that she hoped Thomas would be in, but she sadly found the room occupied by an unforgettable guest. The door of the room was open and Betsy got a glimpse of Marty putting her things away. She had a sudden urge to order the woman out of the bedroom but realized it was not her place to assign rooms. A shiver of doubt went through her tummy wondering if Phil had given Thomas' old room to the disgusting Marty. //// That Saturday was probably the longest day of her life. Betsy sat on the beach watching Phil and volleyball crowd and she remembered drinking way too much. She was kind of down on Phil because her mind was so preoccupied with hopes of seeing Thomas again. It seemed the day would never end but it finally did with a big party in their beach house living room. Everyone sat around getting blasted; it was a combination of too much sun, too much booze and too much late night carousing. The mood on Sunday was far more sedated. Everyone was hung over and Betsy was no different than the rest. She was filled with worry and anxiety thinking that she poured her heart out to a man who didn't want her. It was like any person who dearly loved someone but didn't know whether that person loved them back. Sunday brunch was the first meal of the day and Betsy found herself sitting with Penny at the kitchen table. The two women chatted casually and Penny asked her about Marty. Penny wanted to know what happened last weekend. Betsy watched the girl's reaction when she told her about Marty's gangbang but Penny's face didn't show anything. Knowing the girl was very religious, Betsy assumed that Penny would never condemn anyone for sinning in such an immoral way. Once afternoon arrived, the group was over their hangovers. They were ready for some more sun and volleyball and everyone moved down to the beach. Betsy got her usual spot off to one side of the setup courts and she again lapsed into a state of nervous anxiety. In the middle of the afternoon, all of a sudden she saw him. Thomas was standing with a group of guys who had just finished a volleyball game and he looked marvelous. Betsy didn't want to show too much enthusiasm, but she just couldn't wait. She almost ran up to the group and when Thomas saw her, his face lit up. Suddenly he excused himself and took Betsy's hand leading her off to one side so they could be alone. "I had to come. Sorry I didn't get here earlier... but I got held up. I can't stay this weekend... and I wanted you to know that," Thomas whispered. Betsy stood holding his hands while he kept talking. "I have a big family gathering that I have to attend. It's on right now but I had to come here to tell you... so you wouldn't think I was ignoring you," he explained. "Last weekend... was the best of my life. You mean everything to me... and I didn't want you to worry that I wasn't going to see you again." "It's okay. I wasn't worried. I was just sitting around with the rest of the guys... enjoying the sun and having a few beers," Betsy said feeling her face blush a brilliant red. "I have to be in Boston... well, about two hours ago," he whispered with a chuckle. "But I had to see you. Here! This is my business card. Please call me Wednesday. I'll be in my new home then." They exchanged a loving embrace and suddenly everything was all right. Betsy watched him run down the beach until he was out of sight, and then she returned to her chair. The remainder of the afternoon and evening was a complete blur, as all she could think about was Wednesday, a new beginning in her love-life. Betsy was still in a heightened, emotional state later in the evening. She remembered thinking that nothing could stop her from dreaming about what was in store for the future. Thinking back on that night, Betsy realized that her boyfriend likely planned the whole evening. She was oblivious to the reality Phil plied her with booze, which made her let down her guard. Betsy was completely oblivious that Phil knew about her secret affair. //// Close to midnight, Phil pestered her to join him for a little private party in one of the upstairs bedrooms. Reluctantly Betsy went with him just wanting to get the evening over with so she could go to bed. At the top of the stairs, Betsy halted when she realized Phil was heading towards the bedroom, which held great memories. There were strange moans and groans coming from the room she shared with Thomas the previous weekend and Betsy remembered thinking that the gangbang slut was at it again. //// Suddenly Phil grabbed her arm and made her stand quietly outside the noisy room. The door to Marty's room was open, which Betsy found out later was done on purpose. She could still hear loud moans of a woman's distress and then Phil encouraged her to peek into the room. Not wanting to disobey, Betsy slowly poked her head around the corner and noticed plenty of action on Marty's bed. Betsy was about to retreat when her boyfriend grabbed her arm with a viselike grip. It happened so fast that she didn't get a chance to get away from Phil. "Let's watch. I want to see Marty turn a little miss goodie-girl into her slave," he whispered. Now years later, Betsy realized how naïve and stupid she was back then. She should have realized it was all a setup, but at the time she didn't. Her boyfriend pushed her into the room and up against the wall. They stood motionless and the combatants on the bed never paid any attention to the new onlookers. Thankfully the room was relatively dark so Betsy didn't think she was in the spotlight. She stared at the furious action taking place a few feet away and noticed the naked body of Marty sitting on another woman's face. Marty had her knees around the woman's head and she locked her fingers into the struggling woman's hair. It appeared like Marty was suffocating the woman, as she pulled the woman's head up tightly into her crotch. It had to be seen, to be believed. Marty was forcing a woman to eat her out and there was a man fucking the woman's brains out. The man was perpendicular to the women and he was holding the thrashing legs up in the air. He lay sideways to the woman and pounded his pecker in and out of her hole like a madman. Betsy remembered thinking that the woman must be hurting from being in such a precarious position. Betsy never did know why she merely stood there. Surely, she reasoned now years later, it should have been possible to escape Phil's grasp. All of a sudden Marty was going through the throes of an explosive orgasm. Her body shook and vibrated and Betsy could clearly see she was having an enormous climax. The sound of the woman's tongue lapping Marty's leaking pussy sent shivers up Betsy's spine, as she watched the torrid sex scene. Suddenly Marty's orgasm was over and she shifted her body down so that she was sitting on the woman's stomach. Marty grabbed the woman's legs from the man and held them high in the air, which kept her crotch fully exposed for the man. Betsy's eye's opened in awe when she noticed who it was. Penny, or the righteous Church-girl as the group called her, was laying spread out on the bed with her face covered with Marty's juices. Penny's eyes were open wide and she was staring straight up at the ceiling. Betsy was afraid to move for fear of drawing attention to her and Phil. She ogled the demoralizing gangbang, which was taking place right in front of her, and stood still, flat against the wall. Then Betsy noticed Penny's bare breasts for the first time. She had always known the woman's tits were small and almost nonexistent but she never realized her nipples were so outstanding. They had to be an inch in size and obviously extremely sensitive by the way she moaned when Marty pinched them. The memory suddenly got more detailed and far more vivid. Betsy could hear everything like it was yesterday. "Say it. Say it, slut. Tell mistress to let you cum," Marty hissed daring Penny to say something. "Do you like mistress playing with your glorious nipples? Slut... I can see you want it. Say it!" Marty twirled the woman's nipples around, as if she was twisting them off a bottle. Then she put her face closer to Penny's and dared her again. "I know Stan is fucking your sweet cunt... and filling his slut with cum. Now mistress wants to hear her slave beg... beg for it," Marty whispered. Her voice sent shivers through Betsy even though Marty was speaking to someone else. Suddenly Penny was talking but her voice was too soft to be heard across the room. "Louder! Say it louder... so my new slut can hear. Say it slut," Marty ordered. It never dawned on Betsy at the time but Marty had plans. The sound of Penny's lost pleas were all that she was aware of. "Please... oh please let me cum. God mistress... my nipples... my pussy... oh, my God... I have to cum." Marty pinched the swollen nipples and twisted them as hard as she could. "More!" Penny couldn't stop but nothing she said was discernable. "Ooh... ooh. Oowie... ooh gawd... aah... gaaw, ooh, ooh. Oh no... oh no... yea... plea." It was obvious that Marty was in control and Penny was willing to submit to anything she demanded. Marty whispered in Penny's ear, making the girl speak loud and clear. She pleaded and begged her mistress and Betsy couldn't believe Penny had given in. What Betsy did notice was a world-class orgasm. Betsy didn't even notice what her boyfriend had been doing. She glanced to the side and saw Phil jerking off his hard cock. With her attention diverted at the least opportune time, it enabled Marty to put her devious plan in place. Betsy was petrified standing against the wall when the three naked bodies from the bed approached. "So my little slut likes watching. Did you like watching me turn Church-girl into a slut?" Betsy was too stunned to say anything. Then she got the bright inspiration to run. She pushed away from the wall and was just about to make a getaway when Phil grabbed her arms. He stood behind her and pinned her arms behind her back. Suddenly Marty was in her face. "I asked you a question! Did you like watching me turn Penny into a slut?" Then the woman took advantage of Betsy's captive stance. She wrapped the fingers of her left hand into her hair and jerked Betsy's head until their eyes locked. Betsy knew enough to answer or things could get worse. "No... no, gawd no." A sudden jerk of Marty's left hand and an extremely stern stare was enough to change Betsy's mind. There was a momentary pause. Then Betsy decided to tell the woman what she wanted to hear, assuming it was the best thing to do. "Yea... yes. Yes! I watched... are you fucking happy?" Marty was good at gaining control over submissive women. She had done it many times and certainly the episode with Penny was testament to her ability to become a mistress. Suddenly her right hand slipped under the bottom of Betsy's shirt and instantly closed over her left boob. "I watched you the whole time. I saw the lust on your face. Only a slut would stand there and watch... watch Church-girl being punished." "Oh gawd... I didn't mean to." Betsy tried to turn her head and look at Phil, but Marty held her hair with a secure hold. Then Marty swiftly ripped Betsy's bra up so she could feel a bare breast. Her hand cupped Betsy's titty and squeezed hard enough to get a reaction. Betsy struggled and tried to twist out of Phil's iron-grip. She got a brief hope of getting free, but suddenly Marty took control. She pinched the hardened nipple and rolled it around vigorously until Betsy stopped struggling. Marty got more excited with each passing second. Her head filled with lustful illusions, watching the futile struggles of the gorgeous woman. "Phil tells me that you are the hottest woman around. That you love screwing... anything with a pulse," Marty whispered. "He knows. Phil knows you fucked around... screwed around with Thomas." Betsy continued to squirm, but suddenly she comprehended the severity of the situation. If her boyfriend knew that she had sex with Thomas, he would certainly not help her now. Betsy realized that she was alone against Marty, but also Phil, who would be out for revenge. Marty would try to humiliate and degrade her enough so that she could gain control and Phil would help the woman. But Betsy vowed to be strong and fight the bitch to the end. All of a sudden things took a turn for the worst. "Slut! Come here slut... and see if we can turn dear Betsy into our slave," Marty said to Penny. "Stan honey... and Phil... let's take our little slave to the bed. Then dear Betsy can show us that she's a real slut." Suddenly everyone reached for her. Phil grabbed her under the armpits, someone grabbed one leg, someone grabbed the other, and then they all picked her up like a feather. In a split second, Betsy found herself spread-eagled on the bed with four sex-starved maniacs holding her captive. She twisted and struggled but Phil held her arms fully stretched, up above her head, and her legs were pinned to the mattress by Stan and Penny. Marty was in her glory. She huddled beside the frightened woman and pretended to console Betsy. Marty lifted and supported Betsy's head and stared directly into her eyes. "You think you're too good for the rest of us... don't you? Well, miss prissy... we'll see how good you really are," Marty whispered in a most threatening tone. "Slut... Church-girl! Come here and show our little slave how you like sucking titties. But first... let's get the bitch naked." Marty planned to make Betsy suffer. She was going to strip the woman, but it would be slow and tantalizing. Marty grabbed the bottom of Betsy's shirt and rolled it up to her neck, along with the lacy bra. She shifted slightly to the side and allowed Penny room to move over Betsy's chest. Penny hovered over the captive woman and suddenly the two stared into each other's eyes. Betsy was moved by the hesitant, pleading look on Penny's face and she felt like telling the girl that she understood. Betsy remembered shaking her head when she realized what was about to happen. She glanced down at her exposed chest and noticed her boobs swaying seductively side to side with her ragged breathing. There was a hand, Marty's hand she realized, cupping her right titty and sort of squeezing it into a cone-shape. "Aren't they beautiful... the most succulent tits... ever! Go ahead Penny. Feel them. Put your hands on them and feel what real breast are like," Marty said. It was now or never, Betsy decided. "Phil. Phil! For gawd sake... make her stop! Make the bitch stop... now!" Betsy tried to turn her head upwards so she could see her boyfriend. "For gawd sake, Phil! Do something! Make her stop!" There was no response from Phil except that he tightened his hold on her outstretched arms. When she tried again to reason with him, Betsy decided that a more subtle approach might work. "Oh, please. Phil... please help me. Oh, gawd you have to help me... pleeeeease!" Betsy hoped her pleas would make her boyfriend realize the error of what was happening but that didn't happen. Suddenly her head was jerked so that she stared straight ahead at Penny. The girl's eyes pleaded for forgiveness but that didn't stop Penny from obeying her mistress. Betsy felt the girl's hands shaking when they caressed her breastbone and then slide slowly upwards. The hands quickly stopped vibrating when the fingers seized both dazzling nipples. Betsy gave another valiant attempt to look at Phil, but Marty held her head steady, facing the front. She desperately wanted to lie perfectly still and show Marty that her humiliation was having no affect. Then her breathing got very uneven and her chest heaved displaying some of her lost control. Marty decided it was time for further chastisement. "Now... let's take her clothes off. She likes showing off on the beach... wearing those skimpy outfits," she whispered. "Fuck honey... let's see what those horny bastards keep looking at." Betsy felt so many hands on her torso that it was impossible to fight them off. Suddenly her top and bra were removed and tossed across the room, as if they were rags. She could feel Marty's hands even before they actually touched her body. Betsy knew what was next. Her tummy quivered so violently that it was increasingly harder to breath. Then Marty's fingers unsnapped the waistband of her pants. Betsy couldn't breathe anymore. Suddenly Marty slowly undid the zipper in a most tantalizing fashion and purposely held the flaps open. Betsy's tummy heaved in and out so fast, making it hard to catch her breath when the woman's fingers brushed the edges of her panties. Marty's fingers pinched the elastic band and pulled outward so she could look down the front. "My, my! That's about the nicest cunt... ever. I bet you like it being touched... caressed by a slut. I think you'll like it if Penny touches you... won't you?" All of a sudden the hands returned. Stan along with the helping hands of Marty and Penny quickly stripped the rest of Betsy's clothes while Phil pinned her arms above her head. She remembered sobbing and letting out numerous whimpers when her pants were lowered. Then more sobs when her panties were stripped leaving her completely naked. Betsy tried kicking but her legs merely thrashed in midair before getting pinned on the bed again. Things were getting more desperate and Betsy opened her mouth again to plead for mercy. Suddenly Marty rolled the lacy panties into a ball and shoved them into Betsy's open mouth. The woman laughed out loud and Betsy felt sick. "I know you want it. You're a slut... just like Church-girl. I could see that when you kept watching... the gangbang last weekend... and the one tonight," Marty whispered. Betsy's eyes were open so wide they hurt. She stared straight up at the ceiling hoping it was all a bad dream. "Now it's time for you to see a real slut. Penny my love... you will witness lust like you've never seen before." The dire prediction made Betsy cry. She desperately tried to spit the panties out but Marty held them security in her mouth. Suddenly her plight seemed so hopeless and Betsy wasn't sure if she had the strength to overcome Marty's drastic prophecy. Suddenly Marty blocked her view of the ceiling and the woman glared threateningly into Betsy's teary eyes. "Listen. Listen good slut... because I won't repeat myself. You're going to cream... cum in Penny's mouth and show her that you are a real slut." Marty spread out on the bed. She was sideways to Betsy, leaning over her chest. Marty put her right arm on the bed and held herself up so she could keep her face right in front of the woman's startled eyes. Her left hand continued to hold the panty gag in Betsy's mouth and everyone heard the whimpers of despair coming from the captive. Betsy couldn't see past the shield of Marty's body but suddenly she felt a feather, or it felt like one. Then she realized it was Penny's tongue. The girl licked her entire pelvis and then she licked the inside of her thighs. Penny was spurred onward by the wonderful smell and the sweetest taste. Her tongue lashed out and grazed the tip of Betsy's slit. The legs were tightly closed, but it still left a small, upper portion of Betsy's pussy exposed. Penny could barely touch the hidden clit, but she couldn't resist flicking her tongue between the puffy labia. Betsy desperately held her legs together. Stan had long ago stopped holding her down and he was standing off to one side merrily fisting his prick. Phil refused to let go of her arms, but he did relax his grip so it was not as restrictive for his girlfriend. Penny crouched beside Betsy's outstretched legs trying her best to perform magic, which would please her mistress. Penny had no idea what her mistress was doing, but Betsy knew. "Spread your legs... open them so slut Penny can taste your cunt. If you don't open them this instant... I'll kick the living shit out of you. And then feed your beaten ass to every fucking guy in this house," Marty said with her voice steady and mean. "That's it slut... spread those lovely legs... show me what a slut you are." It was the most devastating moment in her life up to that point. Betsy never understood how her legs parted but she certainly understood the repercussions. Her feet were only about a foot apart, but that was enough for Penny. She flipped over one leg and pounced down between the shapely thighs. Then her hands pushed outward on the legs and suddenly she could see it all. Penny's fingers went to the pink, swollen lips and pried them part to reveal utopia. It took a few moments before Penny was able to move, but then she swooped in to put her lips over the upper portion of Betsy's slit. She tenderly forced her tongue between the pearly lips and found the secret control button. Penny opened her mouth wide and sucked the entire clitoris into her burning mouth. Betsy arched her back but there was no escaping the hungry jaws. "Feel it... feel Penny's mouth. There is no one better at eating pussy than Penny. The girl sucked me inside out when she ate me. What's it feel like... slut!" Betsy was more determined than ever. She used every ounce of willpower to stave off any desire or lust. Her pretty face twisted and lines of worry appeared, which made Marty extremely pleased. Saliva ran out the corners of her mouth, as Betsy tried hard to keep breathing with the gag still in her mouth. "Fight it. Go ahead... fight all you want. We aren't going anywhere until you do it," Marty whispered. The woman's burning breath made Betsy's face turn beat red. Betsy grit her teeth on the soaked panties, fighting with all of her strength and resolve. Suddenly Marty dropped down, pulling the gag out. She lay on top of Betsy's chest and kissed her on the lips. At first the lips remained closed tightly but that reversed in a heartbeat. Marty's teeth curled around Betsy's bottom lip and then she bit hard. It was the kiss from Hell. Betsy was positive she tasted blood and her mouth opened, as if to protest. Then the demanding Marty grabbed a handful of hair and twisted hard. She aimed Betsy's head in her direction and forced her tongue into the waiting mouth. Marty had to search for the tongue, but she found it hiding in the bottom of Betsy's mouth. The timid tongue came up to fight off the forceful approach, but then the sharp teeth closed on it too. Tears filled Betsy's eyes, as she felt helpless against such a powerful woman. All of a sudden Betsy felt more teeth. Penny had the tiny clit between her ivories and she nibbled on the puffy bud. Betsy's hips jerked, as she reacted to the sharp caresses, but that only encouraged the determined Penny. All of a sudden she experienced the strangest feelings of her life. Everything happened at the same time. Betsy realized her arms were free, but still they remained above her head, thrashing wildly. The kiss consumed her soul like no other; the teeth nibbled nonstop on her sensitive clitoris, and then a long, slender finger filled her steaming hole. Betsy knew her hips were bouncing up and down in perfect rhythm with the finger fucking but she couldn't do anything about it. Betsy never considered her collapse as surrender. It was merely the evolution of a sexual encounter and she willingly let her juices flow freely into the hungry mouth. Penny was a pro and her tongue and teeth worked feverishly in harmony to consume Betsy's lust. She tasted the cream and sucked even harder, knowing what it would do to Betsy's resolve. There was the briefest moment when Betsy rode the crest, teetering high in the air. Then the dam broke and the orgasm flooded her good judgment. Her body belonged to the devil and Betsy let the climax overwhelm all of her emotions. *** Oh, gawd, what a night, Betsy thought as she remembered that night with Marty. It didn't require any encouragement for the men to act. Betsy vividly remembered having the feeling of total helplessness. She felt the overpowering urge to let Marty retain control and sensed that the woman merely tolerated Phil and Stan when they had intercourse with her slave. Marty held Betsy the whole time, as first Phil, and then Stan ravaged her beaten body. Betsy remembered thinking at the time that it would be Phil's last stand. Their relationship was over. She submitted to the sexual encounter and tried to let her mind go off into some blank space. Betsy was thankful for Marty's tender caresses and it made the disgusting sex go by much easier. As soon as Phil emptied his load, Stan mounted her. Again Betsy merely closed her eyes and let it happen. She felt Stan's momentum build quickly and it was over in a flash. Thinking back on the worst night of her life, Betsy wondered if the drastic episode left any permanent scares. Just when Betsy thought it was over, Marty had something else to prove. The woman yearned to display her ultimate control over the sexiest woman and her outburst took Betsy by surprise. Marty ordered her to eat her out. "Do it. Lick my pussy... make me cum all over your slut tongue," she whispered in Betsy's ear. "Eat me... or else!" Betsy heard the dire remark but she didn't react fast enough. All of a sudden Marty grabbed her by the hair and sat her up straight. Then she slapped Betsy so hard across the face that it snapped her head to the side. Betsy was stunned. Suddenly her head was rotated to the front and she stared into the dark, paralyzing eyes. "Get between my legs... now! Lick my pussy," Marty hissed. "Get on your hands and knees so you can put your sexy ass in the air... so Penny can fuck it." It took about five seconds for the controlling woman to get the slave on her hands and knees. Marty yanked on Betsy's hair and she guided the whimpering woman between her legs. Betsy's cheek was on fire. The slap had robbed any measure of dignity still left in her and Betsy felt her face shoved into the woman's wetness. The hair on her head hurt so bad that Betsy was afraid to struggle for fear Marty would pull harder. Suddenly Betsy didn't want to think about that night any longer. The group stayed in Marty's bedroom the whole night and it was Betsy's biggest nightmare. She refused to recall how many times she was molested and forced to have sex. It was a chapter that wasn't pleasant but one that had to be included in her life story. She remembered falling asleep in the middle of the night but being awaken by Phil and Stan. The nightmare continued until she finally fell asleep in complete exhaustion. *** Betsy woke up with the heat and sun filling the enclosed bedroom. Phil and Marty were already up but the other three lay strewn on top of the messy bed. Betsy had a sheet covering her nudity but the other two had nothing. Her head hurt; her eyes burned so bad it was hard to keep them open, and she was famished. She heard the shower running and assumed one of the missing villains was in there. A sudden tremor shot through her head with the recollection of what Phil told her during the night. Betsy was going to try and recall when that was but suddenly realized it really didn't matter. Phil told her that he knew about Thomas, as the house had many ears and eyes. He informed her that he wanted one last fling before setting her free. He merely told her it was a nice ride while it lasted but he realized their relationship was over. Of course that happened in the middle of the night. Then Betsy remembered when Phil jumped her bones for one last ride and how the rest took liberties. She shivered with the memory. Suddenly Betsy needed to end her relationship with Phil and end the life chapter and her recollection returned to Marty's bedroom. Abruptly Betsy jumped out of bed. She passed Phil coming out of the bathroom wearing a towel and they just said good morning. Betsy had a quick shower and then she had to get out of the place. Dressed in a t-shirt, panties, and shorts, and with a little money, she was gone. She found a little restaurant several blocks away and just sat there eating and musing. How did it all happen? Was I to blame? Betsy kept wondering what went wrong? When she got back to the house, everyone was already down at the beach. Since it was the last day of what was considered summer holidays, everyone wanted to push it to the limit. Betsy contemplated calling someone to come out and pick her up, but she decided to accept Phil's offer for a ride home. It meant spending the entire afternoon at the beach but it was her only option unless she could catch a ride with someone else. Betsy headed for the beach wanting to catch up on some needed zees. She napped but her daydreaming was soon interrupted when Penny and Flipper decided to join her. Penny put her towel down next to Betsy's chair and immediately started rubbing lotion on herself. Betsy offered to do her back and the two women huddled closer. All of a sudden Betsy noticed that Penny was not smiling. The same smile Penny always had was gone and she appeared troubled. Betsy took special care in massaging the girl's back and shoulders, trying to show her that she cared. "It's okay... everything's okay." Penny couldn't look at the adorable woman. "I'm sorry... so sorry. She made me do it... and I didn't want to," she whispered. Suddenly Penny realized her mistake. "No! Well, I did... really wanted to touch you, but not like that." Betsy realized that Penny was sincere and that she was merely following orders last night. She shuddered thinking of what happened during the night and how she reacted to everything Penny did. Suddenly her train of thought was interrupted by Marty. The woman abruptly appeared with three strangers and the grin on her face sent shivers through Betsy and Penny. "Love! Penny... I have some guys that would like to meet you. We're heading to the house... please join us." The woman's statements sounded more like orders than anything else. Marty motioned towards the three men waiting off to one side and she gave the girl no choice. "Here... let me get your towel. Now... let's go!" Penny stood up, grabbing her beach bag to leave. Her head went from side to side looking at Betsy and Marty and her expression conveyed the hopelessness of the situation. Betsy felt sorry for the girl but she was not about to help Penny out in any way. She had already decided to not have anything else to do with the conniving Marty. Just before Marty turned to leave, she squatted next to Betsy's chair. She rested her forearm on the chair and stared straight into Betsy's bewildered eyes. "You can come... join us. Since you like to watch... you can get nice and close this time," Marty whispered. The sarcasm was thick when Betsy responded. "No, thanks. I'll pass." "Your mouth says not but your nipples say yes." Betsy stared into the woman's eyes almost daring her to do something. Then Marty did and Betsy almost fainted. Marty's fingers reached out and brushed across the ends of both boobs. Betsy had thrown out the challenge but suddenly she was too dumbfounded to move when the woman accepted. Marty's fingers lightly caressed her nipples and Betsy just sat still and it quickly turned into a cat and mouse game. "Penny will suck those luscious nipples." "No. I don't think so." "I've never seen anyone cum like you did last night..." "I'm glad you liked it." "Yes, it was fantastic. But you'll be doing Penny a favor if you join us." "Not today. I'm heading home right away." "Too bad! When I told the guys how you like to watch... watch a gangbang, they were totally aroused." "Well, I don't really like watching such awful scenes." "Honest! But you should have seen yourself last night... fucking amazing the way you came when Penny ate you." "Please... no more." Suddenly Marty pinched both nipples and rolled them around. She didn't care who was looking. "That's more like it... begging like you did last night. I can't remember getting more excited when I heard you beg for it... just like a real slut." Betsy was speechless. Marty gave her nipples a twist and then she let them go. The woman looked like a snake ready to pounce on a little mouse. "I don't have time for this now... but you know! You know I can make you do anything? Make you act like a slut... don't you?" Betsy didn't know what to say. She was steadfast in not submitting again to the bitch, but Marty's threats sent shivers through her body. Suddenly Betsy wondered what she would do if Marty pulled her out of the chair and ordered her to come? What if Marty ordered her to join the crowd in the house? Did she have enough courage to resist the woman? All of a sudden Marty stood and departed. She quickly joined her group and they all headed for the house. Betsy noticed how Penny was surrounded by Marty on one side and a stranger on the other. Marty had her arm around Penny's shoulders in an effort to console the girl, but it was the man who drew Betsy's stare. His right hand was on Penny's back and suddenly shifted downwards and directly onto the girl's butt. Betsy noticed how he squeezed and felt Penny's ass and there was no retaliation of any kind. Betsy almost jumped out of her skin. Unexpectedly Phil was beside her and he poked her in the side to get her attention. He said to relax and enjoy what was left of the long weekend. Luckily for Betsy, Phil decided to leave his volleyball buddies so he could drive her home. She desperately wanted to make a fast getaway even though it meant the end of summer. Betsy felt pangs of sadness thinking of no longer spending time at Phil's wonderful beach house. The trip was silent for the first few miles, but then they started a light conversation. Nothing was said about ending the love affair but both knew it was over. Suddenly Betsy sat up on the spare bed she was using for reminiscing. The life story was evolving and another chapter came to a close. A chapter that taught her many life lessons so it was not all bad. THE END I will continue Betsy's weekend in another chapter. I promised her that I would write about her first 39 years and then we can fantasize about the future. I hope readers don't find this type of flashback too confusing but I wanted Betsy to think about all the things that happened in her life before turning 40. Betsy is probably the most appealing woman I know, and strangely, I am not sure if she is not the wittiest, smartest woman... or the craziest. Please send me your feedback, as I always appreciate readers who take the time to write.

First Date part 1

BelligerentBear on Sex Stories

So anyway, it's been a rough couple of months for me. In January, I broke up with my girlfriend of two years and had a little bit of trouble getting back into the saddle, as it were. That was January, this is June. Still nothing. At least, it was nothing til I decided to come back home and make a little money.

Some background information so you understand where I'm coming from. I'm a college student, right now in the summer between my Junior and Senior years. I have a house by my univeristy, but since I come from a tourist town, I figured I could make some good money if I came home and worked for the summer. I have a job at a restuarant, so summer wages aren't that bad. Besides...beach, sun, babes, who can say no?

Anyway, back to the story. Since me and my ex broke up,

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I had had pretty much nothing, all the more depressing since I broke up with her and she's had...well, she's had quite a few guys. And she used to be such a nice girl. I would find myself lying in bed thinking about her. She was a beauty. But then I started work, and a new girl took over my mind.

Her name was Lindsey. She was a cute girl, very short, only about 5' (compared to my 6'1). She definitely caught my attention. She was new too, so it was nice being able to help her out with things. I figured I didn't stand much of a chance, but everyone at work is a little flirty, so I thought, why not? I flirted with her a little, she flirted back, but of course, I paid no mind to it. Truth be told, ever since I got out of my relationship, I had been pretty much unable to flirt.

But then it happened. One day, we're talking, we're getting off work at about the same time. Sometime during our conversation, I end up asking if she wants to get something to eat after work. She says yes, and I can't help but wonder what could happen. I know nothing will, but hey, its fun to dream. After work, she says she needs to head home to get changed, and that I should just come pick her up after I get changed. This works for me, guarantees we get to hang out for as long as I want to. So after we get out of work, I head home and grab some new clothes, a pair of shorts, sweatshirt and my sandles. I get back in my car and head over to her place. As I get close, I call her phone and let her know I'm outside. I'm sitting in the car, just having put it in park, when out she walks, and damn.

Instantly my cock turns hard. There she is, short skirt, low cut shirt, high heels, she looks like she's ready for a night out on the town. I didn't get into too much detail about how she looks, but she's got a very slim body and that low cut shirt? She was barely staying in. It was nice.

So we go out to dinner at a local restaurant/bar. We have a few drinks, nothing too crazy, since I'm driving. She is being very flirty with me, I kind of liked it. She has a few drinks, I only have one, and after a short while, we're finished our meal and I'm driving her back. It was nice, I wasn't expecting anything, cause afterall, it wasn't a date. But then we get back to her place, and she invites me in. "I feel bad," she says, "you weren't able to drink anything. Come on in, why not, you can sleep on our couch. We both work tomorrow anyway. This way I don't have to bother my roommate for a ride to work." Not being an idiot, I park the car and head right in.

 We head inside and she grabs me a beer right away. I sit down on the couch, she sits next to me, and we start talking. It was nice, after all the time we had worked together, we never really talked all that much. She turned on the radio for some background music, just to keep it from getting too quiet. After a few drinks, she gets up and starts dancing to one, pulling the typical drunk girl move and shouting "I LOVE THIS SONG!!!"

She is dancing for a bit, right in front of me, and I can't help but stare at that ass of hers. She bends over and I can see the top of a thong. She touches the floor and I can see her short skirt sliding up almost to her ass. She starts dancing a bit more sensually. I can feel the sexual tension getting heavy in the room. As a joke I pull out my money from the night, mostly 1s, and start pulling them out for her. She turns around, sees me holding them out, and laughs, sticking her tounge out for me. She starts dancing dirtier, seemingly kidding around with my joke, so I start throwing the bills at her.

Then I can't believe what happened. All of a sudden she starts slowly, sensually, lifting her shirt up. She slowly lifts it up over her stomach, and the bills fall out of my hand. I couldn't believe it. She lifts it up over her head and tosses it to the side, smiling at me. All I could stare at were her perfect tits held in by that beautiful bra of hers. My mouth fell open a bit so, her hips still moving with the music, she sticks out her hand and lifts my chin up. Then she leans in and gives me a kiss. My heart must have stopped. She bit my lip a little bit and tugged as she pulled back.

She turned around, ass to me, and slowly started sliding down her skirt, revealing, as I had seen earlier, a tight black thong. It was so sexy. I couldnt help myself...after she pushed her skirt down I slid a dollar bill into her thong. She winked at me and straddled me on the couch. I pulled her close to me, kissing her deeply. I kept my hands on her back, one on her head, holding her close to me, not letting her up even for air. Her hands were on my chest, sliding down, sliding back up under my sweatshirt, feeling my chest. I loved the feeling. If it were possible, I got even harder when she did that. My hand slowly slid from her back down to her ass, cupping her soft cheeks, squeezing them. She finally managed to pull herself back from me, still straddling me, as she pulled one hand out from under my shirt and slowly slid it down her body. She slipped her hand into her panties, rubbing herself with her fingers, pulling her hand out and rubbing her fingertips on my lips. I got to taste her sweet pussy, and oh man did it taste good.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the taste, and I feel her slide off of my lap. I open my eyes, and before i know it she's between my legs. Her little hands are unfastening my belt, and all I can think to do is lean my head back and thank God. I hear her unzip my pants and I look down as I see her pull them down. She pulls my boxers down a bit and then I see her eyes go wide. I don't have the biggest dick in the word, but it's big enough, and apperantly she is a bit surprised. But that doesn't stop her for long. She repositions, takes it in her warm little hands, and goes to town.

 I won't go into specific detail, cause I don't remember all that much. All I really remember is the experience. She focused mostly on the head, sucking on it gently at first, getting more rough with it as she went. I do remember her deepthroating me, something I was very impressed with. But I do have to say, she loves cock. She just absolutely went crazy. Her hands were all over the place, either jerking off the bottom while she sucked on the top, or played with my balls. I've never recieved such a good blow job. She took just the head in her mouth, flicked her tongue against the bottom, just below the head, and right there I thought I was going to cum. As it was, I didn't last too long with her administrations. I told her I was going to cum, and all she said was "good, I'm still thirsty." At that comment I exploded in her mouth, filling her up with my cum. A little leaked out of her mouth, but she swallowed then wiped it all up and licked it off her finger. Then she went back to my cock, draining all the remaining juices out of me.

I just stared at her. Then she looks at me and says "what now?" So I yank her back up on my lap. This time, I'm interested in more than just her mouth. I lay dwn on the couch and pull her up to sit on my face. I peel her thong to the side and go for broke. I start out with one big lick up her pussy, from the bottom to her clit. Then I start just focusing on her clit. She was wet before I started, but this really got her going. I just kept licking it while I slipped a finger inside her, carressing her inner walls. I pulled her clit into my mouth, the tip of my tongue rubbing against it, and I could tell she liked it. She was moaning loudly, her hands down on my head, pulling at my hair. I kept licking her, finally giving up on her clit and going back to her pussy. I shoved my tongue inside of her, licking up and down, fucking her with my tongue and she started rocking on my face. Oh, oh, oh, she kept moaning. She was getting louder and quicker with her moans. I could tell she was going to cum soon. So I decided togive her something to come to. I went back to her clit, sucking on it again, flicking it with my tongue, as I slipped one finger in her pussy and put a fingertip against her asshole, putting just a little pressure on it, and with that she exploded all over me. She bucked hard, yanked on my hair, and came. I kept up the pressure, making her squirm, until finally she collapsed. She slid off of me, onto the floor.

I laid there, breathless on her couch, until suddenly a hand reached up and grabbed me, pulling me onto the floor.

 

That's all for now. More later

Female Army Officer and Mess games

sauceanddressings on Group Stories

Female Army Officer

 

 

 

            The mess party was in full swing and as for usual whilst sitting at your meal you are not allowed to leave the table for any reason – even a pee – unless pregnant. I was as usual the only female officer present, having been promoted to Major and duly posted to my new unit last week. I had not really wanted to go to the mess party – having been away from my husband for the previous 3 months – bu

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t non attendance at these functions is not an option. So there I was 26 years old, dressed in my dark blue mess kit surrounded by a polite and yet rather pompous group of Infantry Officers. Things as per usual started off politely, but I knew as the drink flowed then the charade would gradually strip away and then, despite their rank and their belief that they were better bred than the junior ranks, they would slip into stereo-typical drunken male. I knew I would – as the only female – become the centre of attention. Not that the uniform did much for my femininity. But I was wearing a skirt and that would be enough for most of them. I aimed to make my excuses after dinner and return to my husband. Well that was the plan anyway.

 

             My initial lethargy and dread began to ease during dinner –mainly because for once I was sat at the dinner table beside somebody that was vaguely interesting to talk to. Tom was young perhaps 20– not that that mattered – and despite the amount of alcohol that he consumed – managed to remain polite and engaging to converse with. The evening as such moved on quickly and before we knew it dinner was finished and we all retired to the bar. Now I never drink much anyway and as I was intending to drive home later, I was, as far as I could tell, the only one present still sober. It did not take long before the usual games began to be played – jousting on bicycles using brooms (usually clothed but I have seen it done naked), drinking from a chamber pot (a new one on me) and finally after about an hour a few of the guys suggested a raid on the Senior Ranks Mess (not an unusual occurrence).

 

            Before I knew it I was alone in the bar with Tom and five of his friends. I should have been wary but hey I was a soldier and could handle myself in these sorts of situations. I am also a doctor and although I do not consider myself to be the most beautiful of woman I had no shortage of suitors prior to getting married. The conversation, as the alcohol flowed, quickly went down hill. You know the sort of thing – innuendo at first and as more and more alcohol was consumed they became more and more graphic in an obvious attempt to embarrass me. Eventually having exhausted the usual attempts to get the better of me one of them asked if I was any good at examining people.

 

            “Of course it is part of my job,” I attempted to dismiss the remark as I had all the others..

 

            “How good?”

 

            “Sorry, what do you mean?”

 

            At this stage Tom tried to intervene but I was determined to sound the young 2lt down. I mean here was a 19 year old boy questioning my ability to exam patients.

 

            “Well if you say saw some part of somebody you had met but could not see their face would you be able to tell who they were?”

 

            “What? I’m a doctor why would I not be able to see their face?”

 

            “OK hypothetically speaking then could you?”

 

            “I don’t know...... I..”

 

            One of the other officers gave the young 2lt a friendly slap around the back of the head, “What he means to ask is could you tell us apart from some part of our anatomy?”

 

            I looked at the two of them. One was tall and skinny the other more muscular and laughed, “I could tell you two apart if that is what you are asking.”

 

            The alarm bells should have been ringing by then. I could see exactly where this was going but I don’t know perhaps it was their age, or my stubbornness but either way I was not going to let them get the better of me. If this is the game they wanted to play then so be it.

 

            “Ok what do you suggest then guys. Your feet? Your knees? Your chests? Your bums or your dicks?” I stared straight back at them, “Either way I will be able to see the rest of you even if you put buckets over your heads.”

 

            Behind me Tom smiled and gave them the thumbs up.

 

            The two of them left the bar and returned moments later with a pair of hat stands and a length of material. I watched intrigued as they positioned the stands and then hung the material out in between them. Across its surface were 6 holes at crotch height.

 

            I could not help but laugh.

 

            “It looks like you have played this game before?”

 

            They made no attempt to deny it and again I had seen worse in mess parties so thought nothing more about it. Besides I was only looking at something I would no doubt see at some point during my posting here in a medical exam.

 

            Above each hole was a number and the two of them duly disappeared behind the screen. Five seconds later two dicks poked their way through holes number 4 and 2. I decided to make a big play of the examination and got up from my seat to get a closer look. Both were flaccid – one cut the other foreskin in place. The cut one was thick and poked through the hole a good 3 inches (not bad I surmised) whilst the uncut one was longer and thinner.

 

            “Number 4 is the beanpole,” my reference to the tall skinny 2lt was spot on and earned me a polite round of applause.

 

            “Yeah well that was easy she only had two to look at!”

 

            I turned to face the guy in question. He was about my age – a captain if I recalled correctly and not bad looking.

 

            “Ok all of you then!! Unless you are scared.”

 

            They did not need any further invitation. Nobody to my knowledge in the army seems to need much of an excuse to strip so they were not about to refuse.

 

            Six dicks duly poked their way through the black sheet. It was rather surreal and I am sure even my husband would have seen the funny side of it – not that I would be telling him.

 

            The first two were easy. I recognised them. The following four were not too taxing either and I retired to my seat quite smugly.

 

            A few more beers were consumed and they convinced me to have a celebratory drink in light of my achievement. I had only had one drink before so duly obliged.

 

            “So that was too easy for you wasn’t it doc?”

 

            I shrugged and nodded, “I did tell you I was good.”

 

            “Ahhh but you could see. I bet you could not do it by touch blind-folded.”

 

            I tried to dismiss the comment casually, “Look guys I am married it is one thing to look and have a bit of fun but touching that is something else.”

 

            “Why? You do it when you exam us in medicals. All I am saying is that I reckon you cannot tell us apart by touch. It is no different from an examination only you are blind folded.” He saw my argument and answered before I could voice it, “You can even wear gloves. And” and it was this that convinced me, “if you get us all right we will pay your mess bill for a year and buy the case of port you owe the mess for your promotion.”

 

            He could see from my smile that he had won the argument and a raucous cheer erupted before they sprang into action. A blindfold was duly fetched and another of the men brought in a video camera. He saw my enquiring look, “So we cannot cheat,” he offered hopefully. I should have said no, but the beer was starting to affect me (I told you I never drunk much.) My knickers were also slightly damp. I have always fantasised about exhibiting myself and although I was keeping dressed the idea of touching 6 cocks whilst blindfolded had excited me a little bit. Their preparation complete, Tom brought over the blindfold.

 

            “Are you sure,” he asked. I nodded.

 

            “Sorry Sarah but can you answer for the tape, just in case somebody else walks in... you know what I mean?”

 

            I did. The army took a very dim view of sexual discrimination and bullying so I stated very clearly that I was a willing participant.

 

            Blindfolded Tom led me to the sheet.

 

            “The sheet is just in front of you.... the first hole to your left. I am going behind now.”

 

            I waited a few seconds until I felt the sheet move. I knew Tom was in position. I tried to remember how each one had looked and then tried to work out how it would feel. The thing with dicks is that well they feel kind of spongy and usually damp when flaccid and do nothing for me in an exam. I have seen and cupped thousands, but now as my hand reached forward I felt that stirring in my knickers again and I almost jumped when my hand touched the warm flesh. I pulled it away instinctively but not wanting to seem prudish forced it quickly back. My fingers closed on the flesh. It was soft and damp and I could smell the muskiness of it this close up. I felt my hand along its length trying to ascertain the size and girth. My right hand joining the left and cupping his balls. To my horror and fascination it was starting to grow. Now that might sound strange but I have never, not even my husbands (he is always hard), felt a cock grow in my hand. I should have pulled away and moved on to the next one or even better pulled the blindfold off and left but I couldn’t. It felt nice and I was getting turned on. And even better I heard myself say ...I have another 5 to go. I wondered if they would react the same way? Not wanting to seem too keen I reluctantly let it go but was eager immediately to feel the next one. Would it compare? I moved to my left and something hard brushed against my cheek. I pulled my head away and felt out with my hand. My god it was the cock I had just let go of. But it was enormous I could not see how close my head was to the sheet but I had to stretch my arm forward to touch it. Then I realised the bastard had taken a step forward just as I had moved along. I reached out with my right hand and found his head... I heard the groan......he was enjoying this.... I slide my hand down his shaft (I still cannot believe I did it) and back up to the tip. I heard him groan again ....”HMMMM that is nice.” I flicked the tip of his cock with my finger and he shot backwards cursing me. The others laughed. The next one also grew in my hand, shorter and thicker and this time when I moved I bent my head closer. The tip of it trickled past my nose and the aroma almost made my knees buckle.

 

            A warning siren was also now sounding in my head. I was married and yet here I was on my knees enjoying feeling 6 strange cocks and getting turned on by it. I was even now contemplating tasting one, just by accident of course as I moved past. I tried to pull myself together and professionally assess the third. I made a conscious effort to keep my touch brief and light and my head away as I moved. But it did not matter they already knew by my continuation after the first that I was as up for this as they were. The only question was how far it went? The cock hit me firmly on the forehead but I was already onto number four and it felt good. My resolve was melting like ice in a furnace. My knickers were saturated and I was relishing the touch of this one in my hand. It had already grown to its full length and my hands were still lingering over it, my head subconsciously drawing closer and closer to where I knew the tip to be. It smelled good. I slid my hand up and down the length. There were still 2 more to go but this was the one I wanted. My tongue sneaked its way past my teeth. What I didn’t know was that they were all watching. Once I had had the blindfold in place they had lowered the top of the sheet so they could all see. I heard the silence though and it made me stop. Surely the others should be waiting. I might expect one or two to sneak a look round but not those waiting and they should be carrying on as usual with their banter. And although I was annoyed by the thought that they were all watching me again strangely it also excited me. Who would know? But it is your professional reputation. You have to work here. Yes but things happen all the time. The arguments were valid. But the desire was strong. I had never given in to temptation before ....never. Surely I am allowed this one time and it will only be a small lick. I knew it wouldn’t be...if I crossed that line I would want more. How much more though?

 

            I pulled away and let it go.

 

            I had intended to pull the blindfold off, concede defeat and take the abuse. At least I would save my dignity and integrity. But my pussy ached. I was longing to touch myself ....to feel my wetness. I stayed where I was locked in indecision. Weighing up in my mind where I wanted this to go. I already knew what they wanted and although they had never voiced it, the fact they were still waiting in silence meant they were hoping I would continue. They seemed to know that if they pushed me now, at that precise second, then I would leave. I took a deep breathe in....the smell was like nectar to a bee. Would there ever be another opportunity? No I would not let there be. I made my mind up.

 

            I reached forward with my left hand and felt the next cock. It grew but I did not linger too long.....spending just enough time to feel girth length and balls and it was still growing when I let it go to reach for the next. This was the last one. I knew how far I was going to go but it was not with this one. A quick cursory inspection and I let it go. You could hear the groans as I reached for the blindfold. My hand cupped the bottom...

 

            “Ohhh come on that is not fair you spent far longer on him.”

 

            Their objections were raucous and I was enjoying it....I was back in control and I was enjoying the feeling. They were desperate for relief. They had obviously hoped for more and were now almost begging for me to resume. I moved my hand away from the blindfold and reached forward searching for the cock furthest to my left. It seemed to find my hand....no doubt guided there by its owner. My right hand found its neighbour just as quickly. Good I thought I have my bearings now. I gave them both a cursory tug and then moved to my right. Number four again guided into my hand. My left joined it and was met by complaints and a nice groan. This was the one I wanted........this was going to be my treat........by one temptation. I lowered my head towards it.

 

            By the hush that descended in the room I knew all eyes were on me. I licked my lips..... having made the decision I was going to make sure I enjoyed and savoured the moment. I had no way of really knowing whose cock it was without removing the blindfold and that was not going to happen any where near it, but I had my ideas. I think I would have hated to be wrong...another reason to keep it on. My tongue had snaked its way past my lips and my mouth was opening. I resisted the urge to reach down with my left hand towards my saturated swollen clitoris. Instead I massaged the meat in front of me, closing my fingers around and pushing my hands away from me and then it happened, whether it was closer than I thought or he had leant forward, I did not know, but all of a sudden the tip of it caressed my tongue.

 

            “I might have to book myself I full medical everyday.”

 

            The comment was met by loud laughter and I thought ‘Oh my god what have I just done.’ I pulled away.

                       

            “Hey... Oh well done.”

 

            I was already standing up and half walking half stumbling my way away from them.

 

            “Come on Sarah,” Tom pleaded, “You can’t leave me like this it is cruel.”

 

But I did. I whipped off the blindfold, threw it to the floor, picked up my bag and without looking back, walked from the bar. I arrived at my car in a bit of a state; my mind was alive with what had just occurred. The excitement coursed through my veins making my breathing heavy. My pussy was screaming out for relief, ached to return, as my mind took the fantasy further. I slumped into the driver’s seat, my left hand rubbing my groin in frustration. It was no good though... Mess skirts were not designed for instant relief.. they were long and thick. I considered pulling it up to give my fingers access to my aching clit and I would have done if I had not seen Tom coming towards my car from the Mess.

 

I drove away...my eyes watching him as he stood in the drive. Twenty minutes later and I was home. It was 4 o’clock in the morning and my husband would be asleep. Worse he had to be up at 6 with the baby. But I was so turned on I needed relief. I hitched my skirt up in the car and slid my finger into my pussy. God that felt good but not good enough. I had never been so horny in my life. Normally I can satisfy myself when away from my husband but now I needed something bigger than my finger.

 

            I hurried inside my thoughts on the fruit bowl. Please let there be a banana in it. To my horror only apples. I ditched the skirt and ripped my knickers off before slumping down on the couch. Both hands rubbed and probed at my sopping wet pussy. It felt good but still not enough. Think girl. My mind ransacked the house whilst my fingers teased at my frustration. The freezer.........Oh please let there be sausages. I literally sprinted back into the kitchen. To my delight and frustration I found sausages but had to spend 5 minutes hacking at them with a knife just to free one.

 

            I returned to the couch with my treasure and legs wide apart slid it into my aching gaping hole. I had to bite down against the sheer sudden coldness of it at first. But then as I grew used to the chill I began to enjoy the sensation as I slid it in and out. My mind drifted off free now to explore the fantasy in safety. My mouth taking the entire length of his cock in my mouth whilst my hands tickled his balls.. I wanted them to watch as I slid my mouth up and down licking his full length. Five more cocks standing to attention and waiting to see if they would get the same treatment. My left hand moved to the left and grabbed the cock on that side. The sausage slid in faster and faster as my back arched. The mere thought in my head driving me over the edge and I had to bite down on my lip to stop myself from screaming out loud. My hands stopped as my body shock. My mind though had my left hand pulling my skirt up over my bottom. The invitation was evident and the knickers were pulled to the side.

 

            “Carousel”

 

            I had no idea if there was such a term but my fantasy reminded me of the word. It was my dream and I was in control and I wanted to taste and feel them all. I wanted them to move slowly around me one in my mouth one in my pussy. Two on either side awaiting their turn moving around and around like a carousel. In my mind as the sausage was abused once more it felt so good. The only thing missing something to fill my mouth but none the less as the first cock eased its way into my pussy I felt another body jangling ear splitting orgasm well up inside of me. By the time I had completed the carousel I was exhausted and the poor sausage resembled road kill.

 

            I put in for a posting the next week. I could not face the guys in the mess and knew I had compromised my reputation. I had to volunteer for active service to get away from there and my only regret was not taking the tape from the video camera. Something which 3 years later I wished I had.

From the Seniors Home to A House

Sultrybuxombbw on Lesbian Stories

After my episode at the Senoir home I was sore for several weeks. I had places in my tits that needed to heal and I even had them bandaged. THe woman who now told me to call her Mistress and only Mistress, asked me how I was every time I worked. ONe evening she had someone tell me she needed me at her room. I was actually afraid and went in. Close the door Dear." she told me. I did and went in. She told me, "Stand there and take off your blouse and bra Dear." I did as she said and then she got up and came to look at the places that the knitting needles had gone into them.

She went back to her bed and told me, "Okay, get dressed and next Saturday evening be here at 5PM. I am going to visit a couple friends and you are coming

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with me Dear. There will be some cash in it for you too." she said. I was not wet from her examine and said "Okay" and went to do my duties.

Finally, Saturday evening I was there at 4:45 and she was coming out on the arms of two very lovely senior women. They were both in the late 60s I found later and very nice. I wore sexy panties, my black thong, and a cupless bra. They all looked at me and said, "Oh yes, she looks delicious, we will enjoy her." and we got into a nice big sedan. I was in the back between my Mistress and another woman while the third drove. We pulled up to a nice house and got out and went inside. Mistress sat in a nice chair that laid back and the other two women went to another room and came out with a case of things, later I found they were toys and things to be used on me. I was the victim and they were going to dominate me.

THe women talked and then Mistress said, "Teresa, in my room it seemed that the more your tits were tormented you had orgasms, is that true?" "Yes Mistress, they make me cum when they are tortured." "Ah good my Dear, then you are going to cum a lot." THe women stood on each side of me and took off my clothes. Then they sat me in a chair and tied my hands to the sides and my legs apart. "Use the leather needles." Mistress said.

The women both smiled and took curved needles out of the case and cleaned them. One took my left tit and pinched the areola out so that she had a good clear place to go to. She told the other woman, "Hold it here so I can do this good." and he other woman took my tit. The first put the huge needle at the edge of the dark areola and slowly pushed making a pain go thru my tit but it also sent a shock to my pussy and it began getting soaking wet. "Oh, oh god, oh yes." I moaned. THe needle went into my breast and I screamed out loud. It went in slowly. As it went in I felt every inch pushing through my tit. "Oh damn, of yes, oh yes" I heard myself scream and my pussy convulsed and squirted all over the chair. "Keep going" the Mistress said and they did. It went deep into my tit then came back out on the other side of my areola. As it did a trickle of blood flowed as I maoned and felt my pussy convulsing...Let her sit a moment. I sat there, my pussy in need of something and then the Mistress said, "No do the other and make it hurt, really hurt, see what she can stand."

Now the woman took out another similar needle but it had a larger curve and it was not put at the areola but on the side of my tit about an inch past the edge of the areola. "Here Mistress?" the woman,said. "No, further." It was placed another inch further up and the Mistress said, "Yes, right there and make sure she feels it." It began to push and I moaned and felt the pressure. Then it went into the skin and my pussy convulsed and wet the chair again. "Push harder, make it go on in." Mistress said. She did and I let out a scream, "Oh no, no please." I begged. "Shut up little slut, it will go in and you will love it. Put the dildo in her cunt and make the pain and the pleasure all the same." she said. A huge dildo was in front of me on a fuck machine and it was slipped into me and turned on slow. "Oh , damn, oh yes." I began saying. THen the needle went in further and I was screaming for both. Faster went the dildo and then the needle went half way into my tit. It stopped and just as I was cumming it went further and I screamed as my pussy sprayed all over. "I want you to increase the dildo speed and then push the needle through all the way hard and fast." Mistress said. The wome did as they were told and I felt the needle rip through my tit and come out the other side as the machine was wildly fucking me. "Oh damn, of yes, fuck me harder." I was screaming.

It was through and both my tits were impaled with needles and they had some blod dripping from them. I was left there for a long time and the pain began to throb in my tits....I felt them hurting and called out but no one answered me...I was to find out what was next...later...

love

teresa

She Grins At You

silverraindrops111 on Sex Stories

She grins at you.

You know, not the normal everyday smile, but the one that tells you that you won’t be displeased by the end of the night.

Pushing herself off the kitchen counter, she gracefully passes you by giving you a once over look before grinning that same grin to herself. Oh yes, she’s going to have plenty fun tonight.

In the small en suite bathroom just off in the corner of their bedroom, she leans over the counter, outlining her round green eyes with black, making them stand out and with just one look she could have you in the palm of her hands, and she knows it.

Glancing up to the corner or the mirror she see’s you leaning on the door frame, admiring the curves of her body, the way she smiles to herself in the reflec
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tion, the way she bites her lip knowing exactly what you’re thinking when you look at her like that.

Just to tease, she leans more over the counter, sticking her ass out and swaying it slowly and moaning your name softly, and turns around to face you as soon as you grabs her hips from behind, still you pull her close to you, the start of a long night evident with the slight bulge in your jeans. “No, no. Mustn’t touch.” She wiggles her finger side to side at you with one hand, and snakes her other hand between them to stroke your growing cock lightly with her palm and fingertips. “Baby…” You groan. Although you could easily gain control, you’d rather see what she has planned.

She pulls your face down for a kiss, just a small one but it still promises a lot more to come. “You’ll never be ready in time. Go get dressed silly.” She pushes you off her and shoos you out of the room for now, smirking as she shuts the door on you.

What seems like hours go by after you finish dressing in a simple blue dress shirt and black slacks, she emerges from their bedroom, wearing an expensive looking dark green, off the shoulder summer dress which comes down to about mid-thigh finished off with a pair of black strapy heels. “God damn baby …” You reach out and pull her close to you, tilting her chin up and leaning in to kiss her gently, lovingly. “You get more and more beautiful everyday.” She smiles softly at you and pulls away slightly, slipping her hand into yours. “Ready to go?” You nod and follow her lead.

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You groan when you notice where you’re going. That new nightclub everyone has been raving about for the last few weeks. “Baby, you know I can’t dance  …” She ignores you and slides over from the drivers seat and into you lap, straddling it, her dress riding up slightly over her hips, flashing a new pair of panties you’ve never seen before. Slowly, she rocks her hips against yours, leaning forward to kiss and lick a trail from your collar to your oversensitive ear. Lightly tracing the edge of your ear with her lips, she whispers, “Just follow my lead, love.” Your hands grip her hips and push her harder against your growing cock. “C’mon, let’s just forget this place and go somewhere more … Private.” You mutter in her ear while nuzzling her neck. She laughs and pushes open the car door and slides out of your lap and onto the pavement, pulling her dress back down over her bottom, giving you a small shake before turning around to face you holding out her hand and calling out your name sweetly. You give in and take her hand, following her into the shiny doors of the nightclub.

Instantly hit with a wave of people and loud music, you feel uneasy, out of your element. Grinning, she drags you to the dance floor. You stop at the edge and watch her go into the sea of people all moving and swaying to the beat of the sound. Nervous, you just watch her; watch her as she moves effortlessly, rocking her hips, flicking her hair, twisting around. You watch as she attracts different men all around her, watching her just like you are. They reach out to touch her, to dance with her, pulling her close to them. She knows you are watching. Waiting for you to come over and take her for yourself.

You grow jealous of all the hands touching her, all the eyes undressing her. You growl and start to make your way through the crowd to her, pushing the current man off and away from her. Standing behind her, you grab her hips and pull her back against you hard, hard enough to let her know you aren’t going to let her go for the rest of the night. “You’re fucking evil.” You growl into her ear, standing awkwardly still in the crowd of moving bodies. . “Just move with me. You know how.” She coo’s into your ear, grinding her ass against your concealed cock, smiling to herself when she hears you moan into her ear. She turns around and straddles your knee, rubbing her panty-clad sex against your thigh, you can feel the heat from her pussy, her wetness seeping though onto your pants. Reaching between her legs, you rub her gently through the thin material and smirk as she blushes. “Mmhmm, for them,” You start to say, as you eye some of the men who were previously all hands on with her, “You aren’t shy at all, but the second I touch you…” You rub her slit harder, working the material between her lips, soaking it with her juices. She moans against your chest, unable to form a sentence, no longer in control.

You pull her from the sea of people, to the very back of the room where no one is paying attention. You turn her around roughly, pushing her up against the wall, slipping an arm around her waist and pulling her bottom half away from the wall, keeping her chest, head and arms pinned up against it. Slipping a hand underneath her dress, you pull her soaked panties down slightly and to the side, sliding a finger easily inside her body. Pumping slowly within her, you growl and bite her neck hard enough to make her cry out and leave small indents. “It’s my turn.”

You let your grip on her go slightly, and she knows it’s time to go. You take her outside, an arm around her, keeping her close, restraining yourself from tearing off her clothes and fucking her against the hood of her car as she leaves you for a moment to slip into the driver’s seat. Once on the road, the grin plays along her soft lips again as she reaches over with her one free hand and unzips your pants, fishing around to pull your cock out of your boxers, smirking when you gasp. She plays with your cock the whole drive home, pumping it slowing with her small hand, brushing her thumb over the head and licking her lips.

As soon as she pulls into their driveway and shuts off the car, she’s up on her hands and knees, cock in hand. Softly she kisses the head, brushing her lips against the sensitive skin, snaking the tip of her tongue out to lightly tease, flicking it over the head and down the thick shaft and back up to take the head of your cock in her warm, wet mouth, swirling her tongue around and taking more and more of you into her mouth, inch by inch, listening to you moan her name. Tangling your hand in her soft auburn hair, you resist the urge to push her down further on you cock, remembering she’s not a porn star, and the hand that’s gently squeezing and caressing your balls, may not be so gentle anymore if you do. “Fuck baby …” You moan again, laying your head back against the headrest, petting her hair as she brings you closer to orgasm.

Slowly, she pulls your cock out of her mouth, very lightly grazing her teeth over the sensitive head of your cock before filling her mouth with you again, repeating this between steady strokes of her small strong hand. Your eyes close and you groan, a shudder going through your body. You untangle your hand from her hair for a moment to snake down and into her dress, cupping her breast, pinching her nipple slightly, just a little, and rub it between your fingers before sliding those fingers over her breast again and squeezing it one more time, before sliding them around her body to her back, caressing her skin from her ass up to her neck, running your fingers into her hair again and letting them rest there. “Mmmm, so close …”

She moans softly and smiles the best she can with a mouth full of cock, her tongue writhing along the underside of you. She bobs her head up and down your cock, sucking hard and making wet slurping noises. You moan louder and your fingers re-tangle themselves into her hair. “Mmmfaster. Please.” You beg. “Oh god, just a little more…” You gasp and shiver, body tensing as she brings you to the edge of orgasm. She quickly pumps her hand along your thick shaft, pulling your cock out until just the head sits just inside her mouth. Your hands fall from her and to your sides. “Oh fuck baby!” You cry out as you curl your hands into fists, your body twitching as your orgasm takes over you, arching you’re back trying not to thrust yourself down her throat. She moans against your twitching cock as you cum inside her mouth. Swallowing every drop like you trained her to do; she lets your cock fall from her mouth with a quiet, ‘pop’ as she sits back up wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Panting hard, you reach over and grab her, pulling her into your lap and kissing her hard, you can still taste yourself on her soft lips. “I love you so fucking much baby.” She grins that grin and tries to straighten out her dress.

“I don’t think we’re done just yet.”

“Not even close.” You grin and scoop her up into your arms as you slide out of the car door, wobbling slightly as you slowly regain your composure, your cock hardening for round two.

You set her down onto her feet and shut the front door of the house behind you, not even giving her a second to breath; you push her back up against the door. “C-can’t even wait to get into the house, can you?” She chuckles. “No fucking way.” You growl as you reach under her dress with both hands, grabbing her panties and in one swift movement, you tear them off, tossing them to the floor. She stays against the door, her ass pulled out from against the door, leaving just her head, chest and hands against the door once again as you fall to your knees, nuzzling her ass, snaking your tongue out to taste her wetness. You lap softly at her clit, working your tongue between her lips mumbling something as your tongue works its way inside her. “Unh… What was that?” She moaned out softly. You withdraw your tongue for a moment. “Mm, my bunny tastes good.” You kiss her mound, wrapping your tongue around her clit as you slip a finger inside her. You let her clit go to lick it in slow, long strokes, your finger pumping faster as you growl against her clit. The vibrations make her cry out, moaning your name loudly.

You pull away and stand up, grasping your cock in on hand, you bend her over a little more, rubbing the hot head of your cock against her throbbing clit, and pinching it with the other hand roughly, teasing her slowly like she did to you all night. “Mm, you want this baby; you want my cock in your tight little pussy?” Pinching her clit a bit harder, you push the head of your cock into her pussy slowly before pulling out painfully slow. “Hmm? Is that what my bunny wants?” You tease her slowly; pushing no more then just the head of your cock in and pulling it back out. “Oh f-fuck. Please.” She moaned with a shaky voice. “I’m all y-yours.” She cries out as you grab her hips and pull her all the way onto your cock. “Fuck you’re tight.” You grunt, shuddering, you drink in all the sensations of the moment. You pull back out of her slowly. “I love you baby.” You tell her before driving your cock back in her, starting a slow, powerful rhythm. “I love you too.”

You moan louder now, the feeling of her body surrounding you, gripping you, rising to meet each thrust and swallow you, overpowering your mind. You pump a little faster, letting her keep up with you as your cock drives harder into her, hips meeting her ass with a soft smack over and over, your cock rubbing her just right as it moves in and out of her, your fingers stroking her clit with every move.

Your pace quickens a little more, thick shaft driving in and out of her mound, your body drowning in the pleasure that is her body, reacting to her reactions to you until a frenzy of electric fire races along your nerves, the impulse to just pound and pound until they become one eating at the edges of your control until all you has left is pleasure and restraint wrapped in your love for her as your hips dive the tiniest bit harder, control beginning to slip from you as your orgasm builds and the wrapping begins to tear in the face of need and the naked face of your soul begins to shine from your eyes and the eternal love you have for her can be seen within it.

She cries out your name loudly. “I… I’m so fucking close. Uunh…” Her pussy grips at your cock, squeezing it tightly with every thrust. Her breath catches in her throat and she cries out moments later, tossing her head back and screaming your name.

You feel her body spasm around your cock, her mound clenching your invading cock and squeezing, driving you over the edge as well, your hips slamming into her ass as you moan and lose control, your orgasm consuming you in a blinding flash of ecstasy as you cum, cock throbbing against her quivering pussy.

You reach forward and pull her back hard against you, growling in her ear in the voice that drives her crazy. “This,” You growl, thrusting hard against her still twitching mound. “This is mine.” You thrust again, just as hard and she cries out. “It’s no one else’s” You thrust again, only not so hard, softer, bringing her back down from the high of her orgasm, wrapping your arms around her gently. “I love you. So fucking much.” You lay your head on her shoulder, kissing along her neck and shoulder blade. You shudder again, aftershocks still playing along your nerves with every twitch and caress from her body.


The night ending just as it started.
That same grin on her face.
You know.
The one that means you won’t be displeased by the very end of the night.


Fin.

Virgin and Expert with Nephew

forza_italia16 on Incest Stories

This all began on a hot and sunny summer day at my cottage. I live next door to my dad's sister who has a 13 year old daughter who has began maturing into a young woman. Well...let me keep a long story short. Our cottage faces a lake, so I felt like going in for a dip to cool off. My younger cousin automatically felt like joining in because she loves it when I throw her into the water. Its been something we've done for as long as I can remember. 5 minutes after I said I was going into the lake, I was all changed into my swim shorts, and Julia was in her bikini. It took 2 glances to recognize her - she had developed nicely si

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zed breasts and a small, but full ass. So, we both jumped into the water from our boat dock and started to swim. Before I knew it, she was begging to be thrown. I always loved to bellyflop her, so I positioned my hands on her front. My right hand had found its way to one of her breasts, where her hard nipples and firm breasts filled my hand. I held her up for a while enjoying the feel of her breast in my hand. I threw her in and then went back to my cottage. I kept all my clothes in my trailer attached to my truck, so I went in to dry off and change. I had a hard time taking off my shorts because I had a massive 8 inch erection making a tent with my pants. After I managed to remove my shorts, I began to masturbate until I heard the door to my trailer squeak open. It was Julia! She had seen me masturbating, and said to me, "I liked it when you touched my tits." She moved her way closer to me and placed her hands on my cock, beginning to rub it. She got down on her knees and started to suck off my dick. My little cousin who had adored me all her life was sucking my dick like a pro, rubbing and sucking at the same time. She even managed to deepthroat my cock, and 10 minutes after I was ready to cum. She said to me, "I want to taste all of your cum in my mouth big cousin." A minute after hearing this, my penis swelled up and let off load after load after load down Julia's throat. She milked my dick dry, swallowing my massive load. I laid back on my bed and she straddled on top of me. She said to me, "I want to lose my virginity to you. I found some condoms in your bag." She pulled a condom from her back pocket that belonged to me and began giving me a hand job so I could fuck her. I had already gone so far, so what difference would it make if I had sex with my seductful cousin. A few minutes after my hand job, I was ready to go again. Julia placed the condom over my dick and mounted herself on my penis. She asked me, "Mat, will you please go slow. I dont know if it will hurt." I told Julia for her to do all the work because I cared for her, considering she wanted me to fuck her. After the head of my penis entered her wet pussy, she began to put her small body down on me. I felt her hymen break and I heard a small whisper of pleasure come out of her mouth. After she got used to the pain and the size of my dick, she slowly began riding me. All of a sudden, there was a knock on my door and the door swung open. It was her mom!

My Aunt Mary had walked in on me fucking her virgin daughter. She said to Julia, "How dare you take all the fun without telling your mother? You know that I love to have fun with you." Seconds later, My Aunt Mary was sliding off her short shorts and removing her bikini bra. All my life I fantasized about my aunt - her perfect frame, amazing C cup breasts and perfectly firm ass. She had climbed on my bed with her ass high in the air. I had repositioned myself and Julia, who continued to ride me so she was facing her mothers pussy, and she began to eat out her mom. It was as if they had done this together before. Julia climbed off of me and my Aunt Mary said, "Your Uncle Peter isn't as much a man as you. I want you to fuck me straight up the ass." Without hesitation, I stood up and knelt behind my aunt, whose ass hole puckered at me, waiting to be fucked. I first wanted to taste her pussy and get her very wet so I could use her sweet juices to lube up my cock. After she and I were ready, I placed the head of my cock at her ass hole and slowly pushed in. Aunt Mary grabbed my sheets and let out a moan of pain and pleasure. After I got the head of my cock in, it was all easy from there. I slowly began fucking her ass, pushing all of my 8 inches deep into her. Julia stood behind me, sucking my balls and massaging them. This was my greatest fantasy, and it came true. I began to fuck her harder and harder, with my aunt pushing back against me, my balls slapping her wet pussy. I grabbed both of her tits in my hands, and massaged them and used them as handles so I could fuck her even harder. Julia got into the same position as her mom and wanted me to fuck her ass as well. I took my dick out of my aunt, and went up behind Julia. I put my cock at her virgin ass and pushed into her. I felt the head of my cock pass her sphincter and she let out a very loud moan. She felt so much tighter than her mother, partly because she weighed a lot less than her. I kept pounding her ass going faster and faster, pulling my dick out and ramming it back in. I fucked her for a few more minutes in her ass until my aunt wanted more. I went right back to her ass and fucked it for another 5 minutes until I felt the urge to cum. I took my cock out of her ass and took off my condom because they wanted me to cum all over their faces. After one minute of jerking off, I blew a massive load all over their faces and some on my sheets. After they both sucked my dick to get every drop of cum out of it and we returned back to our cottages as if nothing ever happened.

As of today, I still fuck my aunt and cousin every time we’re together and we enjoy both vaginal sex and anal sex all the time.

 

Ms. Governor Blackmailed To Screw

Brigit Astar on Forced Stories

Will Bates, one of Governor Sharp's aides, waited patiently in the antechamber. The secretary had told him the governor was in conference and it would be a little while before she would finish and could see him. 
 
He sat and fingered the file he held and smiled. Quite all right, he thought; some things are worth waiting for. 
 
He watched the governor's secretary as she sat at her desk, and he felt his prick tingle and began to stiffen. She was a hot-looking little piece, and he smiled and ran a thumb along the file in his hand. If she only knew what was in this file, he thoug
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ht. Well, she'll know soon enough, and so will her honor, the governor. 
 
His cock grew and began to throb as he pictured Governor Sheila Sharp. First woman governor in the state's history, supposedly won the governor's race because of her political savvy and skills, charisma and vivaciousness, and because the people wanted a change and liked her new ideas. All bull, Will thought. She won because she was a young attractive woman- a sexy fox. 
 
He smiled at the thought of what he was going to do with that young sexy fox when he showed her what he had on her in the file. 
 
"The governor will see you now," the secretary said. 
 
You're damned right she will, he thought. 
 
Governor Sheila Sharp stood in front of her long wide desk. She gave him a faint smile and nod. His dick jerked in his pants at the sight of her. She was a looker all right. Her wispy ash-blond hair fell past her shoulders, her eyes were ice-gray and her skin peachy. She wore a short tight skirt and a tight silk blouse. She had curves that wouldn't quit. 
 
"Madam Governor, I have something for you," Will said, approaching her. "Something I think you'll find of the utmost importance. It could affect your entire governorship." 
 
She gave him a quizzical little smile. "It must be important. What is it" 
 
"This," he opened the file and pulled out a picture and held it up. 
 
Her face blanched and her lower lip dropped when she saw the picture. She audibly gulped and looked at him. "Where- where did you- how did you- get that" 
 
Will gave her a little smile and looked at the picture and tapped it. "Quite a good likeness of you- and your sexy little secretary, engaged in some extracurricular activity on your couch in this office. There's no mistaking it's you and her. You've really got a look of ecstasy on your face as she gives you a lick-job. And then, there's this one." He pulled another picture from the file and held it up. It showed the governor with her face buried between the secretary's spread legs. 
 
The governor's eyes widened and her lips quivered. 
 
"Yes, no doubt at all, it's you and her," he said.  
 
"Where- how did you get- " 
 
"I took them a few days ago there at your door. It was quite easy. No one was around. I shot quite a few pictures. You know, you really should lock the doors around here before you engage in any, shall we say, salacious activities." 
 
She didn't say anything as her eyes appraised him, and Will smiled. It was as if he could read her mind. She's thinking, he thought, thinking: What options do I have How can I get out of this How can I get my hands on the pictures How much will it cost 
 
"Before you say anything, Madam Governor, I think you ought to know, I made copies of all these pictures. A lot of copies." 
 
A sigh came from her lips and her shoulders slumped. Then she straightened up, took a deep breath, and a look of determination and calculation came into her eyes. 
 
"Okay, Bates," she said. "What's the price How much do you want" 
 
He gave out a snort. "It's not a matter of price or how much I want. It's a matter of what I want." 
 
She gave him a blank stare. "I- I don't think- I understand." 
 
"You will," he said. "You know, Madam Governor, these pictures would be the ruin of you- the total ruin. They would destroy your governorship, you'd have to resign- in total disgrace, and any future political life would of course be out of the question. In short, you'd be finished- ruined- in every way." 
 
"So what is it you want" she asked. 
 
"I think you know," he said and rubbed his hand across his crotch. His prick stood up hard, bulging and poking at his pants. 
 
"You can't be serious," she said. 
 
"I've never been more serious in my life," he replied. He moved forward and pressed her back against the desk and pushed his crotch between her thighs. 
 
"I've got you over the old proverbial barrel- and you know it," he said as he raked her skirt up. "I'm going to fuck you, and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Just remember this: I've got a lot of copies of the pictures, and I won't hesitate to let them out. There's nothing you can do about it, I'm going to fuck you, and you dare not stop it."  
 
He tore her panties down and pushed her back on the desk, clutched her rump and pushed his crotch between her legs, burrowing between her thighs. He grabbed her legs and spread them back and jerked her ass forward. 
 
"Going to fuck you good and hard," he said. "I've thought about it for quite a while, thought about fucking your pretty blond pussy, and now it's going to happen." 
 
He tore at his pants, unbuckling them and pulling out his cock. It was rock-hard and throbbing. He heaved his crotch forward and pushed his stiff dick against her pussy-slit. 
 
She squirmed and struggled, trying to throw him off, but he was too firmly entrenched on top, his arms locked around her and his hard heavy prick pressed upon her cunt. 
 
He pushed and heaved forward. "Oh yeah," he huffed at the sensation as his cock slid into her pussy. 
 
She writhed and raked at him, still struggling and trying to keep him out of her cunt. 
 
He dug his hard aching dick in her quim, stuffing it up her channel in one continuous stroke. "Ah yeah- sweet fucking cunt," he groaned. 
 
He drove every inch of his prick in her pussy, and then he pulled back a few inches, and then thrust it forward again. Soon, he was screwing her with lusty jabs, sawng his cock back and forth. 
 
"Fucking you, Governor," he hissed. "Fucking your cunt." 
 
He pumped his prick in her pussy, rapping it hard and fast, pounding his meat deep in her. 
 
She moaned and whimpered as he frigged her. 
 
He pulled at her blouse, raking it up, tearing at her bra, uncovering her breasts. He grunted with lust at the sight of her superb tits, and went down on them. He sucked voraciously on her big knockers as he drilled his dick in her cunt. 
 
"Unh- unh- unh," he panted over and over as he rammed it in her. 
 
He heaved his crotch up, mashing and grinding his fat bloated balls against her ass and jamming his cock as far as it would go up her quim. "Oh yeah- ahh!" he gasped as the sperm gushed up his stalk. "Goddamn sweet fucking cunt!" 
 
He pissed a stream of semen deep in her pussy. 
 
"Hot fucking cum- deep in your cunt, Governor!" 
 
She groaned as he pumped gob after gob of thick creamy juice in her core. 
 
He finally slid his slick dick out of her pussy and stood up, breathing hard, but smiling. 
 
He zipped up his pants and looked at her and nodded his head. "You just remember this, Governor: I've got you over the barrel. I've got the goods on you." He turned and walked out of her office. 
 
He waited three days before he paid the governor another visit. He figured that was just the right amount of time. 
 
Governor Sharp stood by her desk. Her shoulders were slumped, but there was an expression of contemptuous defiance on her face. 
 
Will was amused. She is the governor after all, he thought. 
 
He swiped a hand over his crotch. His dick was half-stiff. 
 
"Okay, your honor, let's get the ball rolling. Call your secretary in here." 
 
She looked blankly at him, and then she said "What" 
 
"You heard me," he said and stroked his stiffening prick. "Call that sexy little piece in here." 
 
A look of recognition at what he meant came over her face. She slumped further down, but the contemptuous defiance remained in her eyes. She curtly punched a button on her desk and spoke into the com. "Tina, will you come in here, please." 
 
The secretary entered, and Will openly rubbed his cock. This is going to be fun, he thought. 
 
"Yes, ma'am" the secretary asked. 
 
"Come on over here and join the party, Tina," Will said. 
 
"Ma'am, what's- what is- " She saw Will stroking the big hard bulge in his pants and her eyes opened wide and mouth dropped. 
 
"Do what he says, Tina," Governor Sharp said in a clipped tone. "Come here." 
 
The secretary walked mincingly to the governor. Will unzipped his fly and pulled his dick out. 
 
"Okay, let's not waste any time playing games," he said. He clasped the governor's head "You know what I want. I want a good hot suck-job from both of you." 
 
He tugged down on her head and she went to her knees before him. Her secretary looked dumbfounded. 
 
"You too," Will said. "Down on your knees." 
 
"Get down, Tina," the governor said. "Come on." She pulled at her arm and the girl slowly knelt down. "Ma'am, what's going on" she asked in bafflement. 
 
"He's got me, Tina," the governor said. "He's got me and I have no choice." 
 
Will clutched the back of her head and moved up to her. He slid his prick on her face and rubbed his balls on her mouth. "Oh yeah," he crooned at the sensation. 
 
He clasped the secretary's head and went to her. He ran his cock over her lips and sighed with pleasure. 
 
"Open your mouths," he said. "Get those pretty lips around my prick." 
 
He pushed his dick on the governor's mouth and she slowly opened it and he slipped his cock between her lips. "Lick my dick, Governor. Lick it good." 
 
He slid his prick forward into her wet mouth. "Ahh- yes," he gasped. "Lick it with your tongue, lick it up and down." 
 
He panted as she slid her smooth slick tongue up and down his dick. "Lick my balls, flick your tongue on them. That's it; goddamn, you're a good cocklicker." 
 
He moved to the secretary and forced his prick in her mouth. "Suck my dick, you hot little sucker." 
 
Back and forth he went, sliding his prick in the governor's mouth and then pumping it in the secretary's. "Suck me, you hot fucking cocksuckers," he hissed. 
 
He slid his dick out and ordered the secretary to lie down on her back. 
 
"Okay, Governor, do your stuff," he said. "Lick your secretary. Lick her cunt." 
 
In resignation she pulled her secretary's panties off, spread her legs and drew them back. She lowered her head and buried her face on her secretary's quim and began licking it. 
 
Will slid the governor's skirt up and raked her panties down and off. His eyes blazed with lust when he saw her big soft blond butt stuck up.  
 
He moved up behind her, clasped her around the waist and pushed his prick between her assmounds. 
 
He groaned with pleasure as his dick dug into her rump. 
 
He heaved forward, stuffing his cock up her butt. "Ah, yes, up your ass, Governor," he grunted, "up your sweet-fucking ass." 
 
He grabbed her big jugs and squeezed them good and hard as he began frigging her rump. 
 
"Goddamn, it doesn't get any better than this!" he cried out as he screwed her tight minty ass and watched her lick her secretary's cunt. 
 
"Ahh- we're going to lick and suck and fuck a lot, Governor," he called out to her. "Oh, yes, you and me and your secretary, we're going to fuck a lot. This is what it's all about, Governor. Ain't politics wonderful."