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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

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

p class="MsoNormal">She walked out towards the kitchen and I heard her opening the fridge. Then I heard a pan clattering onto the stove. I turned the Xbox off and headed down to my room. I wanted to bathe, and soon. It didn’t feel great to do all that and then not bathe. I walked into my room to find Sophie getting off the bed and heading towards my bathroom. I paused and realized that the person in the guest room was Camilla.

 

Sophie hadn’t noticed me, and she didn’t seem to notice the mess on the bed. I turned straight around and walked out, then leant against the wall, waiting for her to start bathing. When she did, I headed in, stripped the bed, and then pulled off the plastic covering. I seriously didn’t know why my mom had set it there instead of the cloth one I preferred, but it shure saved my life. It meant that the mattress would be safe. I quickly went and put it all in the wash, making sure to add more soap and set it to “extra rinse”.

 

Then I went over to my shower and joined Sophie there.

“Hey Chris. By the way, what ever you did to me this morning was incredible.” She commented.

I glanced at her. “I don’t know. All it was was me fucking your ass.” I wasn’t used to using there types of words, but it was growing on me.

 

We soaped each other up and scrubbed each other. Then I commented, “You know, you kicked my balls when you orgasmed.” I felt a bit offended when Sophie fought a smile.

 

I simply got out of the shower before she could answer and I grabbed a towel. Then I pulled on some shorts and a rugby shirt. I walked up to the kitchen, following the scent of eggs and bacon. I walked in to find Roberta dressed and talking to Camilla, who seemed to be ok, other than she was keeping her legs apart. I hoped Roberta didn’t ask.

 

Over breakfast, we talked about things, or should I say, they talked about things, and I merely listened. I was feeling tired, and drinking a lot of water. Haha, I thought Charlie was joking when he told Alan that dehydration was the enemy in Two And A Half Men. Roberta was sitting next to me, her hand almost always on my leg. After breakfast, I washed the dishes and then walked out to the living room. They were sitting there, Sophie chatting with Camilla and Roberta had her eyes closed.

 

“So what do you girls want to do today?”

They glanced at each other, then Roberta said, “What do you want to do?”

 

“Well, The Cherry Bomb I ordered arrived yesterday. It’s a snare drum made by the Canadian company UDrum. Ive got to go pick it up. Maybe you people want to come?”

They all nodded. I then asked who could ride a bike.

 

 

A while later, I was headed to the Casa Veerkamp, a really good music store, on my pair of roller skates and Roberta on my bike, and Sophie on her own set of skates. Camilla had gone to get her own bike at her house. When we arrived at the store, I walked in and said hello, then asked about the drum. Sure, said the salesman, and he went into a backroom. He came out holding a largish box, which he set on the counter. I thanked him, tipped him and left. I couldn’t wait to get home. When I did, I tore the box open and pulled out the beautiful cherry red snare. You can look it up by going to Udrum.com. Its on the front page.

 

Roberta then begged me to play, and Sophie agreed. Camilla just went a long with it. She didn’t seem too comfortable, and I felt guilty. I gave them some ear plugs and played a few songs. Nothing too complex. Later we went out to the movies. Camilla wanted to see Inkheart, and since I had read the book in seventh, I backed her up.

It turned out to be a good movie, but it didn’t follow the book. Half way through Camilla said she needed to go to the bathroom. Roberta got up to go with her, but I told her I would go.

 

I followed Camilla to the bathroom and watched her go in. A few minutes later she hadn’t come out, and there was no one around, so I went in to see what was up. I walked in, and the fact that there were more stalls than in a men’s bathroom disoriented me. Camilla peered out of the third stall and I went towards her.

 

“What’s wrong? I was wondering when you would finish.”

 

“Yeah, well what took you so long?” She shot back. Then I understood.

“But are you ok? Aren’t you hurt?”

She shook her head, and I glanced around. Ok then, I thought. Then I walked in and she stripped her clothes off. I found the whole idea of being caught exciting. I eased up against her, and slowly slid in with difficulty. She winced, but did nothing else. I went in a little way, and then pulled out. I went in and out slowly, barely going in father than two inches. She shuddered beneath me as I started going in further slowly.

 

After about ten minutes I finally pushed her completely open. I had hit the far end of her vagina, where her womb started, but I wasn’t completely in. I began to push harder, pushed harder, forcing my way in further. I stopped then pulled out when Camilla complained. I started working faster, knowing that one of the girls might turn up. We were working up to climax when I heard Roberta calling, “CAMILLA! Are you in here?”

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So I asked out loud, "Yes What’s up"   

 

I felt her approaching me, her soft footsteps hardly making a sound as she walked towards me. I was suddenly conscious of Camilla showering in the background. Just then my mind went blank as I felt Roberta's hands land on my hips. I was sure she hadn't put on any clothes. Being the kind of guy who views girls as humans, I felt that I was somehow cheating on Sophie if I let this go on. Just then I lost my train of thought again as a slender leg wrapped itself around mine and tightened. My shorts rode up a little on my legs and I felt bare skin.  

 

"Yes, uh..." Roberta said softly in my ear, " I was wondering if you could... oh look, what’s this"  

 

Her hand had drifted down to my crotch. I closed my eyes, praying that it wasn't a dream, and yet hoping it was.   

 

"I see Sophie has already started with you."   

 

That was when I opened my eyes in surprise, "She has already what… How do you know?"

 

"Simple. When we told you to go get our stuff, we discussed it. Sophie and I decided we had to have you in us loads of times by Tuesday evening."  

 

There was a national holiday on Tuesday, and by law that meant we got Monday off too. My parents where gone till then, so where my sisters.  

 

Then I turned around, saying, "Wait, what about your—"   

 

My breath was cut short as Roberta pressed her lips against mine. She raised a leg, honed by being in the soccer team, over my legs, and pushed me against the wall. She let her tongue find mine, and I will spare you the next moments, as I am not quite sure as to what happened. Next I knew I was forced back down to earth when several things happened at once.  

 

I heard the shower switch off, and Roberta broke the kiss. Instead of hurrying to get dressed, she whispered in my ear," My dad will be in hospital till Thursday, and my mom told me to see if we could stay the weekend with you."  

 

Just then I heard my towel being pulled off the rack, and I leant down to pick Roberta up around the waist and pick up her PJ's. Then I tore out of the room, leaving just as I heard the bathroom door open.  I ran down the stairs with ease, and jumped off the third, landing using my legs as shock absorbers. Remember I said that I was the scrum half Well, it was no problem to sink almost to the ground and set off again. I found Sophie in the living room and pulled her along with my free hand. Time to have a serious talk.   

 

I walked into the study and slammed the door shut. I locked it, and then sat Roberta down on the couch. I don't know what Sophie thought this was, since she had already taken her top off and was un- buttoning her shorts.   

 

"Right," I said, trying not to look as Roberta spread her legs open, showing me a pussy I was sure was virgin. "What is going on here I mean, you and Roberta seem to be wanting me all weekend long. Why?"  

Sophie paused, and Roberta took a deep breath, and then spoke.

 

"We decided that it was time we had sex. I mean, Sophie is turning 18, and I’m turning 16, and it is about time we did."   

 

Before she could continue, I said, "Does Camilla know"  

 

"NO! she doesn't." Replied Sophie, with a sort of shocked look on her face.   

 

By now she was completely naked, and moving towards me slowly. Roberta got up too.  I slowly backed away. I was still a virgin, and I didn't really know what to do. I hit against the desk, and Sophie quickly... Tackled me, I guess, for the next thing I knew, my shorts were down and my 7-inch cock was right in Sophie's face. Both she and Roberta stopped in their tracks. It was three inches thick, and I'm not kidding. Just then Sophie leans forward and starts to lick the tip of it, then rolled the skin back to be able to lick the head.   

Roberta seemed to be lost at the moment, so she kind of paused, wondering what to do next. Then she decided that Sophie could have me first, or that’s what I thought. For, just as I was climaxing, Sophie stopped, got up, and they both got dressed. I just stood there, wondering what the hell was happening.   

 

"Well, we had better go get busy on something else" Said Sophie, in a cheerful manner.   

 

I couldn't believe this. She had being teasing me. By gaad, she was going to pay, allowing myself a smile. She was going to pay tonight.   

 

Just then, Camilla showed up and dressed in a pair of thongs and a long t-shirt that barely covered her panties, giving the impression that she had nothing on. We ordered pizza that night, and shared it. Camilla didn't seem to be worried about Roberta and Sophie sidling up to me and putting their hands on me and everything. Later, I dashed down to the blockbusters by my house and rented a movie. When I got back, no one but Camilla seemed to be around.   

 

Camilla by the way, seemed to have larger breasts than I had noticed before, and she lay herself across me, her stomach on my lap, and her body curving to give me a very exciting view of her crotch area. It seemed to just dip away out of sight. I began shifting around, wondering how to make sure my dick didn’t poke a hole in her back.

 

She noticed it and said, “Do you mind me being here?"   

 

"No of course not, don't worry."  

 

The menu had come on, and Roberta and Sophie arrived. Of course, Camilla was stretched out, making it impossible for the others to sit down, so they sat on the floor.   

 

About half an hour later, Camilla turn over, her T-shirt riding up as she did, and the hem somehow ended up at the top of her shoulder blades, giving me a view of a smooth tanned back. Then I noticed that her panties had no back part so to speak of. It has a slip of cloth going up between her ass cheeks and joining the side ones with a ring. I couldn’t help myself. I started giving her a massage. My hands were still a bit oily from the pizza, so it made it all the more comfortable. She seemed to purr as I got near her backside. I skipped it and went on to her legs.   

 

Just when someone in the movie screamed, Camilla said, "Do my ass, what are you thinking of, skipping it"   

 

I obediently went back to her ass, and she parted her legs so I could massage the inside of her thighs. Just then junior woke up, and began growing at an alarming rate. When Camilla noticed, she started pushing down with her stomach and then releasing the pressure, giving me a sort of a... belly job (?) I Moved up the sides of her thighs, noticing she was dripping wet. Then, right in front of her sisters, I slipped my hand into the heat.   

 

Camilla gasped, but luckily someone had just being shot that moment, so the other two also gasped. I slowly moved my fingers around until I felt what could only have being her love button. I rubbed it slowly, carefully, and Camilla bit into the sofa to stay quiet.   

 

Later, however, I stopped, when I felt her tensing up. I couldn't have her scream. Camilla seemed to understand.  

The end of the movie came along, and it was 1 in the morning. I said good night, and Roberta flashed a half smile at me, and Sophie touched her pussy through the jeans, signifying there would be more activity later. Neither had noticed Camilla, and she and me didn’t notice the other two.  

 

I threw myself into my bed, wondering what would happen next. Then I remembered my plan to get back at the teasers. It was perfect.  

  

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he thought. Two get A's, four get B's, eight get C's, and the rest get D's—or F's.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the class and the beginning of the lunch hour. There was a mad rush and scramble by the students, as they headed for the door.

Mr. Rocklin went to his desk and sat. He noticed that one of the students had not made a rush for the door. She had walked up to his desk instead and was standing there holding her test paper.

"Mr. Rocklin, I don't know what—uh—what I can do..." she trailed off.

He studied the student, looking her over. Sandy Coxon, sixteen—maybe seventeen, long sandy brown hair, hazel eyes, tight silk blouse, short tight skirt, pretty pink lips, curvy—nice body ... sexy. His cock stiffened and rose.

"About your test score?" he asked. "Your grade."

"Yes, sir. I'm failing, and I just don't know what to do about it. Is there anything I could do to... ?"

Mr. Rocklin stood and faced the student. "Anything you could do?"

"Yes, sir. You know, to raise my grade, to improve it."

He looked her over, and his prick stiffened still more. He now had a stiff throbbing hard-on. "Well, I don't know, Sandy," he said. "Your grades are low, you know, and at the rate you're going, you're going to fail."

His cock jutted out, hard and throbbing. She looked down at his crotch and saw his bulge.

"I'll do anything, Mr. Rocklin, to improve my grade."

"Anything?" he asked.

"Yes, sir, anything." She moved up close to him, and reached out her hand and cupped his crotch.

"Hmm, well, you can start by sucking me off," he said. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his dick, and pressed her shoulder down.

She went to her knees, grasped his prick, and opened her lips.

"Yeah, that's it," he said. "Suck my dick."

He clutched her head and drove his cock between her lips. "Yeah, suck it, that's the way—suck that dick."

He thrust his prick in her mouth, and began pumping it, fucking the pretty sixteen-year-old's mouth.

"Yes—keep sucking it, ah yes—I'm fucking your mouth now."

He heaved his dick in her mouth, down to her throat. "Here it comes," he gasped. "Keep sucking—suck the cum—yeah—suck it, swallow it, gulp it down."

He spewed sperm down her gullet, and she sucked it all.

"Ah, yes, your grade will go up, don't you worry about that," he huffed.

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Ms. Struthers sat at her desk in her office at the high school. One of her students sat beside her.

"Tommy,"  she said to the boy, "your grade is, as you know, low."

"I know, Ms. Struthers," Tommy sighed. "I just don't know what to do about it. I try, and I can't seem to improve it."

She looked at the boy. She saw he had a hard-on. She could see the bulge in his crotch poking up.

"I know you try, Tommy," she said. "I know."

She saw the imprint of his cock straining and thrusting against his pants.

She suddenly lowered her head to his crotch and started rubbing it with her lips. She unzipped his pants and opened her lips and took in his prick. She licked and sucked it down to the base.

He clutched her head and drove his dick into his teacher's mouth. He couldn't believe it—his sexy attractive teacher was sucking his cock and he was pumping it in her warm wet sucking mouth.

She sucked him for a few minutes and then slid her mouth off, tugged her skirt up and pulled her panties off. "Come here," she said, tugging on his prick. "Come here and give me a good licking."

He went down on his knees before her. She spread her legs and drew them back. "Lick me," she said.

She grasped his head and pulled him down. He clutched her ass and buried his face on her cunt and began licking it.

"Ah—umm yes," she panted, "ah—lick me, Tommy, lick my pussy."

He jammed his tongue into her cunt and began tongue-fucking her.

She reached down and clutched his prick and stroked it. "Give me that cock," she panted.

He slid up and she wrapped her arms and legs around him and he thrust his dick into her pussy.

"Umm yes—ooh yes—oh baby," she gasped. "Fuck me—oh yes—fuck your teacher."

He pumped his prick in her, fucking her good and strong.

"Oh, ah, you don't have to worry about your grade," she panted, "you'll get an A for this."

He gave a heave and thrust his cock up her pussy and squirted a gob of cum deep in his teacher's cunt.

"Ah—squirt it in me," she gasped. "Pour it in me—pump it in deep."

Her cunt squeezed on his dick, sucking up his cum.

"Ah yes—umm—oh, you sweet student," she cooed. "Ah, you sweet fucker—you A student."

nly mad because.. i wish it was me' they all stared at me. 'i know something that will make you feel better' said Sara. 'what?' i asked. with that she stumbled over to the bar and pulled out some whiskey 'now sara' i started but she pushed a button and it flipped and there were dildos and strap ons and a box of condoms. 'now thats what im talking about.' there was about an hour 30 mins until we got to the hotel and obviously id gotten them horny with my story about Ty's wonderful dick. 7 1/2 inches of solid fucking cock. i wonder how it would feel inside me... i groaned. 'mmhmm now that youre in the mood, strip. everyone strip' we did. i was still thinking about Ty and i grabbed a gold dildo and rammed it in my already wet pussy. i kept jamming it ther and i closed my eyes envisioning Ty ontop of me, fucking me as hard as hed fucked Jessica. i was reaching my climax and found myslef calling out to him 'ohh Ty fuck me baby! ohh mmm fuck me harder. im your bitch im your bitch Ty ohh fuckkkkk' and i came. i bucked and grunted and squealed and jerked until my orgasm ended. it never got time to end before Max jumped ontop of me with a strap-on and rammed into my pussy. 'close your eyes' she said in her Ty voice 'mhmm yeah ty fuck me ohh shit thats good.. oh ok right there right there ohh jesussssss!' my eyes rolled back into my head and i basically had a seizure. i squirted pussy juice all over my friends, all over the windows andall over the seats. still breathing heavy, i was hornier than ever. Trish flung herself on me and started making out with me and squeezing my nipples. i moaned in pain and ecstasy. someone was licking all the way from my cunt to my pussy and ramming their tounge inside my wet juicy hot pussy. i still saw Ty's face in my head. i imagined it in pain and frustration and concentration just as it would have to be if he were fucking me. i opened my eyes and he was there, fucking me. and then his head whipped back and i heard him grunt like the beast he had been when i saw him fucking that bitch. and i almost felt his cum in my pussy. almost. i blinked a couple times and i came back to the world. i was on the chairs, sweating heavily. 'ohh thank god shes alive' said Trish. ' we thought you were going to die! you were bucking and cumming and cumming adnyou wouldnt stop and then you started fingering yourself and orgasmed again then passed out.' i began to cry' i want Tyyy. thank you guys but it made me realize how much more i want Ty's dick. he has to be the one that takes me' Trish nodded and then pointed out the window' were at the hotel!'

. I rubbed my tits thinking of Eric and started to rub my clit. I moaned slightly. Then I hear a laugh. I looked over and Eric stood there grinning at me.

"What are you doing miss monica?" he asked while walking closer to me

"Umm...n-nothing" I didn't even know what to say. He walked over and turned the water off. I could feel his eyes all over my body.

"So I hear your the girl who gives amazing head right?" I smiled and nodded. "Well I haven't had some in awhile. You think you could...help me out?"

"I guess...." I smiled and grabbed his hand. We walked over to a bench and I sat him down. I got down on my knees quicker than I thought. I began rubbing his crotch through his shorts. He started to brush my hair with his fingers. I then pulled his shorts completely off and pulled the boxers with them. There it was. The biggest dick id ever seen.

It was at least 11 inches and so thick I couldn't grab it with just one hand. I began pumping his already hard cock in my hand. I looked up at him. He has his eyes closed and he was biting his lip. I began to lick his balls first then moved my way up to the head of his cock. I took in as much as I could sucking and pumping. He suddenly pulled my hair and I felt his body tense. Then a stream of cum shot down my throat. I gasped because it was so much. He pulled me up and violently kissed me.

Then he started rubbing my clit. I felt myself shiver.
"I can't Eric..." he continued rubbing it making me wetter

"Why not? You're a slut remember?" I felt him slide a finger into my pussy. I screamed it hurt so much. "Damn you're tight"

"Im a virgin please...I don't wanna fuck"

"Too bad slut" he pushed me onto the bench so my butt was to him. He then pulled my ass up and started smacking it. I felt like crying but wanted his dick. I felt him move his cock near my pussy. He grabbed my waist and held on really tight. Then all of a sudden he slammed all of his 11 inch cock into my pussy. I felt myself scream in pain. He quickly started fucking me hard. My tits swung around as he thrust in and out. My pussy screamed in pain but it felt so good.

"Please...uhh....stop....this uh! Oh...uhhh......it....ahh....uh...huurts. Ahh!" he slapped my ass and started ramming it in harder. My body ached as his cock thrust in even deeper.

He pulled it out and I gasped in relief. Then he flipped me over, grabbed my legs put them over his shoulders and slammed his cock back into my pussy.

I watched as his buff body rammed my tiny body. It was amazing. He was sweating so much.

"Shit monica....your pussy...is the tightest pussy my dick has ever had....fuck......fuck your mine now slut." I felt passion and pleasure.

"Im your ahh....slut!" he slapped my tits and rammed his cock in deeper.

"Say you want my cock bitch"

" I ahh! Want...uhh! Your...ahh...ahhh!!! Cock! Oh! Oh god! Yes! Yess!!!" he then started pulling it all the way out and ramming it back in. I gasped and screamed in pain.

"You like it bitch?! You like my cock?"

"Uhhh huuu!" he was slamming his cock in so hard I didn't even know what I was saying.

"Im cummin bitch..." he started fucking me with quick violent thrusts. I screamed and gasped. My pussy came and I felt my head spin.

"Harder! Yes....harder eric! Oooh....ooohhh! Ahhh!!! ERIC!!!! YES YES YESSSS! OH YEA I LOVE YOUR COCK! CUM IN ME BABY! CUM IN MY TIGHT PUSSY! YEA! YEA....OOH! OOOOH! UH! UH! UH! YEAAAA! OHHHHHH SHIIIITTTT!"
Suddenly he tensed up and shot so much cum in my pussy it ozed out. He pulled it out and smiled at me.

"Thanks slut" he walked out leaving me fucked and in pain

l down on the throw pillow. An unknown voice tells me to get comfortable and I maneuver myself so that I am kneeling on the pillow. Hands suddenly begin touching me, caressing my skin. At first I can count the number of hands caressing me, but then they seem to increase and all melt together. My skin tingles with a ripples of sensations.

If I concentrate I am able to discern one sense of touch from the others. Fingers comb through my hair. A finger traces along my cheek and then explores my lips. I part my lips and it slides inside my mouth making me groan. Hands and fingers explore my shoulders, my back.

Other hands travel up and down my skin, down to my ass, sliding between my cheeks and underneath to the wetness between my legs. I gasp in response. My nipples are hard and I can feel them being rolled underneath a palm. Someone lightly tweaks my left nipple and streak of sensation shoots through me. I ache for someone to take them between their lips but no one does. As suddenly as it started, the touching stops. I can still sense them around me, but no longer touching me.

I am left with a sensation of longing. A different unknown voice whispers they will leave my hands unbound, but only if I touch only myself and make no effort to touch them. I can feel the warmth of body heat directly in front of me. Something velvety, and then wet, touches my cheek. It is a familiar touch. It lightly traces up along my cheek, over the bridge over my nose and then down along the other cheek. With sudden need I turn my head toward it, my lips parting.

A hand firmly grips the top of my head and turns me so that I am again facing forward. Not a word was spoken but the message is clear. The light tracing continues slowly and sensually. I can feel small wet trails along my cheeks, my jaw, even under my chin. The ache I felt earlier of wanting my nipples suckled, has now turned into a need to suckle. With relief the tracing travels toward the center of my face, and I suddenly find my slightly parted lips being touched.

Slowly it traces along my upper lip, and then reverses along my bottom lip. The need to open my mouth and taste is overwhelming, but I know not to be even slightly aggressive. The best I am able to enjoy is a quick lick of my lips when contact is broken for a moment. My tongue recognizes the sensation, the slick wetness, coating my lips as my cheeks earlier recognized the velvety skin.

My right hand drops into my lap, quickly searching between my legs. My fingers are not surprised by what they find. My clit leaps with a tingle as my index finger rubs it in a circular motion. Only a quick touch of my clit, and then my middle finger slides easily into my wetness. The tracing sensation along my lips stops and pressure is felt between them. My lips part obediently and a perverse pleasure overwhelms me as it slides inside. Mmmmmm, yessssss, cock.

My lips instinctively lock behind the ridge as the head fully enters my mouth, not wanting it to escape now that it is where I want it. My tongue briefly explores, discovering little, yet pronounced, bumps lining the ridge of his cock. His cockhead is swollen until the skin is stretched very tight, velvety yet hard. A hand firmly grips the top of my head, limiting my movement.

Then his cock slowly pushes deeper inside and begins to slide in an out. My cheeks hollow as I suck lightly. My tongue explores rapidly, but taking the time to swirl around his cockhead at the end of each out-stroke. A familiar slickness begins to coat my tongue and I moan again. My middle finger slides out of my wetness. Joining my index finger, they trap my swollen clit between them. My fingers begin massaging my trapped clit as they move in a rhythmic circle.

I moan at the pleasure my fingers are creating. I briefly wonder who is in the room. My mind briefly escapes my body and I look down upon myself. Blindfolded, naked, a handful of men are watching as one man slides his cock in and out of my mouth, his hand still controlling my head. Do they see the enrapture I see upon my face? I feel deliciously helpless and controlled as he increases the speed of the thrusts of his cock into my mouth.

I can hear his breathing becoming ragged. My fingers match his pace as they continue to massage my clit in a circular motion. He begins going faster and faster, becoming slightly more aggressive, but knowing to stop just short of obstructing. I hear him groan, then myself. Then … erotic warmth floods my mouth. My senses are on overload as his taste and smell arouse me. Hungrily I swallow what is in my mouth, and I am not disappointed as his cock throbs and floods my mouth again. I hear moans from others around us, watching us. Are they just watching?

Are they stroking? Are they waiting? Do they know how much I am enjoying, that my mouth is awash with his slickness. And as I swallow again, it is too much and my fingers carry my body over the edge. I nurse hungrily on his cock, drawing out the last bits of his nectar.

His cock slides out of my mouth as I stay on my knees. My lips are parted as my middle finger again slides into the middle of my orgasm. My breathing is jagged; my body racked by small spastic convulsions as his taste and texture still permeates my mouth. Even as I slowly recover, I again feeling a sensation along my lips, followed by slight pressure. Ohgodyes … as my fingers return to my clit and another cock slides inside my mouth. … and as I wake, my last dreamlike thought … how many hands did I feel?

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Vi was delighted to know she will now have an escort everyday, and not only did she got a partner, most of her stalkers will have to think twice or thrice before they will try to approach her. “Are you done, lover boy?”

The lady instructor has been teasing the young lad since the start of the day. Most of her students think that he is indeed a boyfriend material. He got the height and the body which could drive a woman crazy. “Please stop calling me like that.”

Rael has been living for free in the past weeks so to pay back the kindness of Vi and Sheryl, he decided to accept the offer even if the pay is a bit low. “Surprise!!!”, a nicely fit body haggle Rael as both of them, including Vi, entered their room when they finally reach Mrs. Gran’s compound.

All three of them were merrily drinking when they heard someone knock at the door. “Hello…am I interrupting something?”, it’s Jun and it seems she not yet aware of the new job of Rael. The young lad is not actually proud to boast it on their neighborhood. “Yes, you are.”

Sheryl was more than just rude as she practically sneered at her presence. The young police officer knows that Jun is just using Rael so she can freely hook up with her boyfriend. She knows it but decided to hide it from everyone.

“Stop that…Rael is it okay if you can both talk outside instead.”

Rael has no problem doing that but his just disappointed because he was grabbing two gorgeous tits when Jun interrupted them. The lad locks the door behind him and pulled Jun behind the car. He told her why they are currently celebrating which made Jun’s eyes sparkle.

“Why won’t I give you a personal gift then…”

Before he could respond to her, she was already sitting below him grabbing his thick shaft. “Mmmmm…I love the taste of your cock.”, she quickly got his tube between her watery lips. Using swift motion of her head and with the assistance from her right hands groping his balls, Rael felt tremendously good as the young girl give him an on the spot blow job.

Then he heard some door opening slowly, he got his closed eyes widened as he took a glimpse of Alexis on the corner of his eye. He immediately decided to tease her this time as a pay back. “Wait…I can’t cum like this. Sit on the trunk.”

She’s definitely in no position to argue, sucking on his big, lively dick made her crotch juice up, making it easier for Rael to ram up his hard meat inside of her. “Oooohhh”, she whispered to his ear as if saying not to stop which is exactly what he did as she writhes in ecstasy with him pinching her nipples while kicking his way inside her hungry hole.

Her nectar is literally soaking the car’s trunk behind as Rael lifted her right leg so he can penetrate her even more. She can feel his rock-hard rod trying to break her womb. Rael can see Alexis rubbing her own breasts underneath her thin shirt.

“..mmoore…ahhh..”, Jun doesn’t know about the starving eyes of Alex stuck on them, all she cares about is how Rael’s drooling ram batter the inner walls of her hot luscious crack.

Slowly, Alex made it almost beside the two couple while kneading her supple big round breasts. She could not contain herself as she looked at Jun drooling all over her car while her other succulent lips drenched with warm pre-cum. The mayor’s daughter remains unaware of Mrs. Gran’s façade except for the lad whose eyes made contact with her.

Without any more remorse she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his lips, their spit mixing in and their tongue enjoying the other’s company. Even with Alex’s disturbance Rael’s soaking wet spear remain busy drilling its way inside Jun’s wet pussy. “..give it to me..yeah like that..”

“Ohhh…aahhh…I can’t take it anymore…”, while Jun fill the humid air with gasp and almost silent moan. Alex was trying not to shout as she felt Rael’s strong hands and fingers penetrating her womanhood. “Ooohhh…”, she groan almost in silence.

Blisters of sweat are forming on their forehead, down their smooth neck and sexy shoulders. Rael was almost at his limits beside him is a hot young and lonely housewife, Alex, whose tightening pussy almost pain his already soaking wet fingers. Right in front of him is a hot bode whose eighteen year old bust hasn’t ripen yet with her silky like skin and super midget hole, Rael can almost feel his monster load cumming.

“Oh..ohhh..this is it..Rael cum inside me…”

At that very instant, Alex is at the verge of her ecstasy as well and that almost at the same time both searing body of two women arc their back as the bliss of the moment came to them.

“Ahhhh…ahhahhh….”

“Oooohhh…”, as both women are catching their breath, Rael pulled the shirt of Jun and due to her weakening legs. She and Alex crumbled down with their face below Rael’s aching dick. He felt the thunder forming at his balls and as he release the nozzle. Threads of cum came landing to their pretty faces.

“..AHhhhhh..”, much to Jun’s surprised, Alex seems to be begging for more cum from Rael as she suck him dry with her warm hands caressing his still hot orbs.

“Mmmmm…” she tasted him like his some melting ice cream, while both of them are still in ecstasy almost in the mood for another round, Jun suddenly fall flat on the dirty floor. Alexis panicked a bit and asked Rael to bring the girl in her house, which the latter did without restraining.

“…please come immediately.”, those were the last words Rael heard as Mrs. Gran put the handle back on the phone. It seems that someone will be coming to take care of Jun, while help is on the way however, Rael took some necessary precaution and put some hot towel on her and even wiped her clean.

Soon a voice came out from the gate and when Alexis came back to Rael’s view, a beautiful hot asian babe came into his scrutiny.  She probably stands five feet and six inches tall, packed with marvelous thin waist and 38D tits which are almost as the same size as Alexis.

Rael didn’t notice that the girl behind her has awakened, “What are you doing here, Aunt Ela?”

“Please don’t speak, we will be taking you with us.”, she sound smart and elegant, and as she point her finger on Jun a five-foot flat tall Asian, probably a Filipina, came in the room and helped Jun up together with another maid which is probably from the same country as the last except for the fact that she looks much prettier than the other.

The maid uniform that she was wearing really covered her body but as she passes by Rael, he caught her gazing at him with a luscious smile. “Excuse me…thanks for taking good care of my loving daughter…I really appreciate it.”, our guy was forced to look at Ela. She is an exquisite Japanese beauty, her red lips and bombshell body made it hard for Rael to think that she’s already a mother of an 18-year old girl.

“She’s pretty isn’t she?”, the odd look on Rael’s face made Alexis rephrase her comment, “I’m talking about Jun’s aunt.”

A quick nod answered her, while rael’s eyes are focused on the beauties exiting Alexis’s door. “I need to go back.”, the young man stood up as he bid his farewell to Alexis. She was hoping if they could make it out on her bed but before she could say the word he’s already out her doorstep.

As expected, Sheryl and Vilma are no longer in the room when Rael returned. It’s Saturday but Sheryl has no holiday in her schedule, she’s a workaholic and thinks nothing but sex when she’s home. Vilma on the other hand has a meeting to attend to, he heard something about a PTA meeting.

Now he’s stuck in the room with nothing to do, he hoped he had stayed over to Alexis house and maybe something outrageous will happen eventually. But he doesn’t want to have his hopes up especially with a woman who loves teasing him.

Rael was almost at the middle of a movie when he heard someone knocking at the door. He thought it was Vilma, though it seems a bit too early, he opened the door and found the asian hot bod waiting outside with her skimpy uniform.

“Hi..uhmm…”

He grin at the sight of her, it doesn’t need an Einstein to guess what she’s thinking. Rael opened the door widely enough for her to fit the slim body of hers.

“uhmmm..”, she ravished him before he could even close the door behind the them. “..please fuck me quickly, I need to come back immediately.”

Quickly but carefully he opened her blouse revealing her huge round natural tits. It bounces through the air as he unraveled her bra. Like a hungry wolf he grabbed the see through panty she’s wearing and ate her juicy pussy. “slurrpp…shrrrruuuppp…shhlliiipp..”, the sound of his tongue as it flip her clit and her hungry hole echoed through Sheryl’s room.

She could not believe how experienced this young man is, each touches he made, made her back arc in ecstasy. Rael grabbed her big boobs with his strong hands while her tongue traveled along her brown and now lively areola. “uhhhmmm…shiirrrppp…”

“Put it in…please…”

Rael couldn’t wait as well; her moan and groan made his boner grew larger than ten inch. He can see the blisters of sweat forming on every pores of her body. She’s so hot and tasty, her perfectly tanned skin made the mood for Rael as he plunge his throbbing cock.

“Ooooohhh…ahhh..ah”, they can smell each other’s breath as he kissed him almost passionately. She’s so tight and every move Rael made could make him explode, and so he bit his lower lip while looking down at her succulent skin. “I’m comminnnggg…oooohhh”

Rael felt the pain of her finger nails behind him as she came. He couldn’t stop himself and so he bit her long neck living a mark of lust. He almost pulled his cock out but she did it herself and to his surprise, she put his still throbbing rod in her other hole.

“Now..fuck me up the ass..i love it up the ass..”

He was shocked but he couldn’t let this opportunity slide and so without  a word he ram his still slimy steel in her ass. “Yeahh…so good..”, each of her moan made Rael even stronger and wilder. He slapped and grabbed her ass as he pound his now eleven inch cock inside of her.

He can feel her inner walls trying to squeeze his rock-hard bone which made him even crazy. Rael caught her black long hair and to give her pain and pleasure at the same time. He pulled her hair soshe can’t get away.

She’s drooling wet, he can see her juicy wet lips dripping and with his free left hand he filled her. “Ahhhh…yesss….ooohhh..”

“fuck me..fuck me more…”

He lifted her up and fucked her dog style; her smooth luscious skin was slippery with their mixed sweat and so he clutches her hips and banged her as quickly as he could behind. Her breath has increased as Rael increased his pacing; with every pounding he can see a drop of her cum on the floor.

“I’m cumming…”

“Me..to—tooo…cum inside my ass..”

“No..i want your face…”

After four more banging action she arc her back as she came,”…yesshhhhh..ooooh”. He was about to come as well so he snatch her body and turn her around the bed.  I want to cum on your head, is what he’s been thinking. He didn’t know it himself that he had fetish for this stuff, not until now…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

s of your ears as I did so; but only the tips of your ears.  As I did this I would look deep into your eyes, and read every little secret you’ve ever had, I’d read your past, future and present. I would know everything about you, and not pass judgment. And as I looked deep into your eyes for what would seem like forever, I would slowly make my way to your ear, and softly whisper into your ear, making sure to tickle you with my words, something so profound, so remarkable, that your eyes would widen; your jaw would drop; you would start salivating; your breath would become short; your nipples would become harder than diamonds.

 

After tickling your ear with your whispers, I would slowly shift back and look at your reaction and smile, then wink. And you would break. In a hails storm of flying cloths you’d be naked, and on top of me wanting me to be inside of you more than life itself. Fortunately I’d wrestle you down, and whisper into your ear “Control yourself” which would do two things. It would turn you off long enough to realize what’s going on, and make you feel guilty enough for me to remove my hands from holding down your wrists.

 

As you lay there naked, near the warm fire, the fire light will play across your sexy naked body, making the air itself hot and heavy. I get real close and crawl over your body straddle you, I start at your fore head. I take my soft dry fingers and move your hair back behind your ears again, making sure to only touch the very rims of your ear slowly sending shivers down your back, because of first sensual contact.

 

From there I would kiss your forehead, and then run my dry soft index finger back and forth across your forehead. Back and forth, back and forth, and then down one cheek and then up again. Then back across the forehead and down the other cheek, and up again. Then across your forehead stopping in the middle and slowly dragging my finger down the bridge of your nose, then back up and across the rest of your forehead and down your cheek. This time not stopping but going down your cheek, under your chin, and up the other cheek.

 

I would then take my soft dry warm finger and trace down your cheek and down your neck and trace circles on your collar bone. From there I would make a V down toward your breasts and then back up to the other collar bone, tracing circles there as well.

I would then take my index finger, on both hands and slide them down your arms, then the inside of your arms and when I reached your wrists I would use all five fingers to trace out to the tips of your fingers, and then swiftly grip your hand and give you a deep long kiss. After nipping your lips to make them even more sensitive, and taking your breath away with your long awaited kiss. I would take my ring finger and softly drag it across your lips turning you on even more. After about five loops around your lips with my ring finger I would kiss you yet again, with deep passion, making endorphins in your head explode with passion.

 

After I was done blowing your mind with a kiss that could rival any gods, I would slide back down your body and kiss your collar bone, then the upper center of your chest, an inch down form where neck reaches bone. And from that kiss I would use my index finger to circle the kiss and then slowly softly, drag my finger down between your breasts.

 

I would then make large slow circles around your breasts with my soft dry fingers. Slowly I would make the circles smaller, and smaller inching in toward your erect nipples until I reached your areola. I would slowly and softly circle your areola five times each time, making sure my thumb gently touched your erect nipple each time. This would send shock after shock of sensations roaring through your body.

 

As you try to fight back insanity from sensation, and control your sexual urge to touch yourself – believe me that’s my job – I would work that same magic on the other breast. Slowly circling inward toward the areola and then circling it, slowly softly briefly touching your erect nipple. After I have done this with both breasts I would then take my index finger on each hand and bring them down from your breasts toward you belly, and trace spiral on your love handles and belly button.

 

While my fingers are busy doing the circles and spirals, on your stomach, I would take my tongue and slowly make counter clockwise circles around your erect nipples. Then I would take my tongue and slowly cross across your erect nipple then back again. And then I would suckle your nipple, getting the tip in my teeth. Not to hurt but to pinch softly and heightening pleasure. As my teeth hold your nipple my tongue would make small arcs on the lower part of your areola. I would then do the same on the other breast.

 

After the party I threw on your nipples, I would slowly kiss between your breasts and then an inch lower, and an inch lower, and then an inch lower than your belly button and then another inch lower, giving you hope that maybe I would let you release all your pent up sexual energy, however, there I would stop, and resume my finger wandering.   

 

-unfinished