“The little slut” he murmured.  “Your mother is far too lenient with you.”  He slipped out the front door and saw three young men jumping the back fence, two of them were black.  Carol should have been in school hours ago.  His assumptions changed to robbery.  Daren was no hero and had no thoughts of chasing them.  If anything was taken, the insurance companies would handle it.  He went back into the house.

 

In retrospect, he should have recognized the sounds of sobbing, despite the muffled nature.  It was not at all what he had expected when he opened the bedroom door.  In the center of the room with the sunlight highlighting her body she was naked on her knees and secured in a sort of restraint frame.  He should have rushed to her, covered her with a blanket from the bed, released her and held her and comforted her, but the scene was so strange, so erotic he froze and stared.

 

The frame that held her was a simple affair with small padded triangular pedestal forced up against pubic bone to keep her ass raised in position.  A wide strap around her waist held her in place.  She was sobbing almost silently. Another strap held her shoulders to a padded horizontal bar.  Her eyes were covered and her face was buried in a padded ring like one might see attached to a massage table.  Her shoulders were at least ten inches lower than her hips, but the face pad was tilted upward, holding her head back between her shoulder blades.  The arrangement forced her to keep her back arched.  Two more straps around her legs just above the knees pulled her legs forward and slightly apart.  The frame appeared to have been designed to keep its captive comfortable, and yet helpless.  With her back arched and knees forward, her pussy lips stood out proudly.  Like it or not, she was presenting herself.

 

He had not seen her naked since she was an infant.  Even changing her diapers her pussy had not caught his attention as it did now.  The smooth plump labia that the onset of puberty had not yet begun to cover with hair were parted slightly by the position of her legs.  They showed no signs of sexual arousal.  A stain on the carpet between he knees indicated that she had obviously been filled, probably several times.  He thought of the three boys he had seen running away when he had come home unexpectedly.  He tore his eyes away from his naked young daughter and looked around the room; a shirt, carelessly forgotten on the edge of the bed.  A tan ski mask and a bottle of Vaseline hand lotion and water standing on the hardwood floor leading from the bathroom. Slowly in his mind the events began to take shape.

 

He and his wife had both left for work early, leaving her alone to get ready for school.  It was the normal routine.  Somehow the boys had gotten in, probably set up their contraption and waited for her to step out of the shower.  They had grabbed her and drug her out of the bathroom.  She had probably struggled, but there were three of them, young men and much stronger than her.  They had forced her down onto the restraint frame.  With each strap that they secured her with, the fight had changed to pleading and sobbing.  Once they had her subdued, and her eyes covered they had stripped and gone to work on her.

 

Only now did he drop to his haunches and see the end of the rubber dildo sticking out of her mouth, held in place by a strap around the back of her head.  It had served two purposes:  It had silenced her screams and could be used during the intercourse to force a gag response.  Gagging, like coughing, sneezing or vomiting caused the vaginal muscles to spasm.  Forcing it into the back of her mouth possibly even down her throat would tighten her cunt enhancing their sensation during the intercourse.  It probably also caused her to buck violently against the straps that held her in position for fucking.  He had seen three of them.  Surely they had each used her at least once.  In this position, the semen could not have poured out of her.  The wetness on the floor was caused by overflow.

 

It was unlikely that they had intended to leave their equipment behind.  His unexpected arrival had interrupted their activities, but it was probable that they were almost finished with her anyway.  Most young boys can ejaculate twice.  A small young vagina would not hold sixty ccs of semen.

 

His attention turned again to the young body.  He noted the bruises on the budding breasts where the boys had been a little to rough with their groping.  He looked at her nipples that were still just candy kiss shaped cones and had not been sucked into shape by men attempting to arouse her and prepare her pussy.  Her hips were only slightly wider than her waist.  It had only been about seven mounts ago that his wife had told him that she had had her first period.  She was fertile, but obviously her body was not yet developed enough to handle pregnancy.  The thought caused him to wonder about the depth of her vagina.  They had appeared to be young boys, her age, possibly younger, certainly not much older.  Probably their penises had not done her any real damage.  He wondered if the first boy had even noticed when he ripped her hymen.

 

They had covered her eyes and strapped her down.  They had pumped the yellow liquid out of the bottle of hand lotion onto her lips; a reasonable substitute for a willing vagina.  Her hands were tied to the pedestal that held her knees a couple inches off the floor.  It was unnecessary.  In that position, her hands were of little use to prevent the penetrations, or free her self, but the restrains stopped her body from moving forward as they pumped her.

 

He could never have imagined himself doing it, but he unbuttoned his shirt and stepped around behind her.  He had been twenty two the first time he got his cock into a woman.  She had been several years older than him.  He had married at twenty seven.  He had never seen a piece of ass this young before.  If he had thought about it, he might have rationalized that it didn’t matter to her.  She had already been gang raped.  One penis more or less could hardly matter to her, but for him this was an opportunity that would never come again.  He didn’t think about it.  His penis had responded the instant he saw her.  He had known from the instant he walked into the room, what was an appropriate reaction for a father.  He didn’t think about that either.

 

She must have heard him undoing his belt, or perhaps the rustle of the denim as he pulled his pants down.  She began to struggle and her cries increased.  He smiled at what he was about to do.  His hands gripped her buttocks and spread them.

 

“Hmmm” she cried out as he moved one hand to the back of her neck and lined up his penis with the other.  She was struggling against the straps the held her hips, but she barely moved a half inch or so.

 

Slowly, deliberately, enjoying every movement, he pushed against her and felt the soft young lips part and engulf his rod.  Semen that the others had left in her squeezed out around his penis as went deeper.  God she was tight.  His wife hadn’t been this tight the first time he mounted her and after Carol was born, he had had to twist around insider to even get off.  His legs were trembling as he slowly began to pump his daughter.  He used her slowly deliberately, enjoying a sensation that he did not know could exist.

 

He bent over her and felt the tiny young breasts and the nipples that were so soft they surprised him.  He wanted to begin bucking violently, but he knew it would be over in seconds if he did and he wanted this to last.

 

The intensity of his arousal robbed him of any control he had left and his hand moved from her breast to her throat and then to the smooth round end of the rubber dong in her mouth.  Her reaction showed that she knew what was coming.  He pushed the full length of his cock into her and then gripping her by the hair with one hand and pushing on the vibrator with the other he forced it down her throat.

 

Her toes slipped across the carpet as she desperately tried to get leverage and her back slammed against the strap that held her.  Her whole body was trembling and her cunt gripped his cock like vice.  The contractions shot semen and cunt juice out all over his thighs. 

 

Her hands were shaking when he pulled the dildo out of her throat.  She was panting trying to make up for the lack of breath that she had missed and from the terror that he was not finished.  He kept his finger in her hair and his hand on the tool and but went back to fucking her.  He didn’t wait for her to completely return to normal respiration before he again made her swallow the large rubber cock shaped toy.

 

After the fourth session, the fight was gone out of her.  The gagging and lack of oxygen still had the desired effect on her cunt, but now she only sobbed between breaths.  He released her head and slowly pulled his cock out of her cunt.  It slapped hard against his abdomen, standing hard and angry for not being allowed to finish.  He reached across the floor for the bottle of hand lotion and unscrewed the pump top.  They had ruptured her hymen, but there are many forms of virginity.

 

She lay there relaxed, probably assuming he was finished, when she felt the cold hard threads of the plastic bottle pressed against her asshole.  A new wave of pain and fear washed over her as he twisted the bottle, literally screwing the opening into her.  It hurt, and when he squeezed the bottle, the thick greasy enema felt cold in her. He finished by pulling the bottle out of her and pouring the last of it contents between her cheeks.  There was no way a well lubricated hole could stop his hard rod.

 

She tried to flex her butt muscles to prevent him, but her legs were tied to far apart to be effective.  He bent over her positioning himself and forced his rock hard penis through her cheeks up to the tiny hole that had never had any larger than a rectal thermometer in it.  He pushed and he strained to force her open.  She fought him, but from the beginning she knew it was no use.

 

He had never sodomized a woman before.  He had seen it on videos, and they made it look easy.  The first woman he had ever fucked had told him that she had done it, but that his cock was too thick and had never opened her cheeks for him.  He had tried to broach the subject with his wife, but she would not consider it.  He knew it could be painful for the woman if the man did not move slowly.  He knew that he should apply a modest pressure, and then wait for the woman to relax her sphincter and allow him in.  Knowledge often gets swept away in the heat of passion.  Besides, he didn’t think that Carol was going to relax and open her asshole willingly.  His hands gripped her cheeks and forced them apart and slowly he felt the head of his penis winning the battle.

 

As the head cleared the gateway, the resistance vanished and he pushed four inches up her before he stopped.  She was screaming into the dildo that filled her mouth, but there was very little sound.  He knew he had hurt her, but that was noting compared to what he had planned.  Slowly he twisted and changed the angle of his penis until he found the path through her rectum into her bowels and then he pushed the rest of the way up.

 

Once deep inside of her, he bent over her, using his elbows to steady her hips and gripping her breasts with his hands.  He held her young body still and began to pump her hard.  He had not thoughts of gentleness he pistonned in and out of her violently.  He tried to stall his orgasm, but when he knew it was over he jammed himself as deeply into her as he could.  His cock throbbed and he emptied himself into her and then collapsed against her back.

 

Now that it was over, the guilt washed over him like a tidal wave.  He was not a stranger to the feeling.  He had been raised in a strict religious household and he had had the feeling every time he had masturbated beginning when he was ten.  He knew the shame and he knew its course.  He knew in time it would burn away and he would be left with an experience that he would cherish.

 

He pushed himself up off her and yanked his softening penis out of her.  He stared down at the gaping hole he had left between her cheeks.  He stared at her until finally the muscles that had been forced to submit again took charge and closed her ass.

 

He stood and pulled up his pants and retrieved his shirt.  Mentally he went through the logistics of what had just happened.  His daughter had been raped and sodomized by a gang of young thugs.  She probably had not seen and could not identify any of them.  He hadn’t said anything out loud.  There was no way she guess that one of them was her father.  He would slip away now and come back in an hour or so.  He hated leaving her strapped down like that, but she would survive for another hour.  Then he would arrive and go through all of the comforting things that he had expected himself to do when he first saw her.  She would have to live with the memory of being raped, but his actions could not affect that.  His comforting her would be a positive thing in her life and their relationship.  That much he could offer.

 

***********

 

“Oh my God” he cried.  “What happened?”  She was still shaking from the sobs though her eyes had run out of tears.  He rushed to her and knelt beside her.  She cringed when his hands touched her shoulder.  “It’s alright baby.  It’s me; I’ll get you out of this.”  He reached for the bed and with a firm motion pulled the comforter free to cover her.  Slowly he fumbled with the straps that held her, making a show of not being familiar with the mechanism and seemingly accidentally touching her intimately.

 

When he finally got her hands free and the straps across her back and hips undone, she rolled off the frame twisting her legs in the restraints that still held her thighs.  Daren pulled the blanket aside to release the remaining buckles.  It gave him a last good look at her pussy.  She didn’t seem to care that her loving daddy saw her.  He wrapped her in the blanket and lifted her off the floor and laid her on the bed and stepped back, not certain what to do next.

 

“Please don’t go.”  Her voice was weak; hoarse from crying and having a horse sized rubber penis shoved down between her vocal cords.  “Please don’t leave me alone.”  He sat on the bed next to her and reached for her hand.  She threw her arms around his neck and crawled into his lap like a small child.  “Hold me please; just hold me.”

 

“It’s alright baby” he said.  “It’s over.”  He held her and smoothed her hair.  He said nothing, just held her and petted her head.

 

“I need to take a shower” she begged, “but I don’t want to be in the bathroom alone.”

 

“I think we should call the police before you wash up” he offered.  He was almost certain what her reaction would be, but he added.  “They will want to examine you…”

 

“NO” she almost screamed.  “No, and you can’t tell anybody.”  He forced his face to remain solid and not show the smile that welling up in his chest.

 

“We have to report this” he said.  “You were assaulted…”

 

“I was raped” she shot back, “Gang raped and nobody must ever find out.”  He looked shocked at the vehemence of her response.  “What do you think they will think of me a school if they knew?  They will either think I made it up, or that I wanted it, or worse they will feel pity for me.  You think any boy will ever want to go out with me once he knows what they did to me.  You think any of my friends will still want to hang out with me?  Promise me you won’t ever tell anybody.  Anybody and that includes mom; please daddy please.”  She leaned back and looked him in the eyes waiting for his promise.  Slowly he nodded.

 

He held her as she limped slowly toward the bathroom.  The violent penetration of her asshole would take a few days to heal.  He sat on the toilet lid and watched through the glass shower door while she scrubbed herself.  She pressed the hand held shower nozzle against her pussy and spread her lips with her fingers, trying to wash away the last trace of what they had left in her.

 

That night he pressed his wife for intercourse.  She was tired and not in the mood, but eventually she realized that the shortest path to sleep involved submitting to his advances.  He kissed her he petted her and fingered her until her cunt was ready, and then he rolled her onto her stomach and told her get on her knees.  She got up on all fours, but shortly after he had his cock deep inside her he leaned forward pressing down on her shoulders.  Eventually she submitted and lay her breasts down against the mattress and arched her back presenting her pussy.

 

His hands gripped his wife’s ass and he closed his eyes and pretended he was using another younger, smaller, tighter cunt and he filled Carol’s mother.

 

He spent a lot of time alone with Carol after that.  He had convinced her that they needed to talk about what had happened.  That she needed time to process it.  That it was not healthy to pretend it didn’t happen.  At first she was reluctant.  He told her she should see a counselor.  Finally she was able to see the wisdom in his advice, but professional counselors were out.  She didn’t want her friends asking what they talked about or worse, just thinking she must be crazy.  Instead she turned to the one person who already knew her secret and slowly she began to open up to him.  She talked about what it was like, the fear, the humiliation.

 

After his private talks with his daughter, he used his wife.  He used her hard, and he started fingering her asshole while he pumped her cunt.  She said she didn’t like it but he argued that he needed to tighten her pussy or it took him longer to cum.  She was his wife and had been raised that it was her duty to submit to her husband.  If this is what he needed to control his desires… In reality he was masturbating to a fantasy, a memory, but he was using his wife’s body as receptacle.

 

“The last one was the worst” Carol said.  “I thought it was over.  I thought they had all gone.  I guess he came back, or maybe he was there all the time waiting for the others to, you know…  He was a lot bigger than them… his penis I mean, and he didn’t just shove it up me and do it.  I think he was older.  He shoved that thing all the way down my throat while he was fucking me.  I thought he was going to kill me.  I thought maybe he sent the other boys away so he could kill me so I couldn’t talk, but he didn’t.  Again, just when I thought it was over.  I thought he was done.  I mean he got out of me…”  She hesitated.  They had covered this before, and never gotten beyond this point.  “I thought he was done with me, but then he spread my ass cheeks and shoved his penis into… you know… in the back up my anus.”

 

Daren wrapped his arm around his little girl.  “I am so very proud of you” he said.  “Takes a lot of courage to shine the light on something like this; I love you.”  He held her and they walked in silence for a while.  “I want you to consider something” he suggested.  “I think you should start having sex.”  He held up his hand to silence her protests.  “Sex is a beautiful and pleasant thing for both men and women.  I am afraid your one bad experience will affect you for a long time if you don’t have good experiences to out weigh it.  You’re a healthy young girl, and yet, you still don’t even masturbate.”  She reddened at the thought.  “Do you?”  She looked down and shook her head.

 

“I used to” she admitted.  “Well, not really, but a little.  I mean, I touched… you know.  I just don’t feel like it any more.”

 

“That really worries me” he said.  “Think about it.”

 

“I can’t” she countered.  “I mean, what do I do, find a boy and tell him I want him to mount me to help me get over being raped?  You think that wouldn’t get all over school? Even if I did find someone, what if I freak out the first time he drops his pants.  Trust me, there aren’t any boys that are going to keep a bad episode a secret, and of course, I can’t just tell them that I was raped and they need to take it slow.  There’s only one man in the world that I trust, and you’re my father.”

 

“We’ll figure out something” he said and hugged her again as they walked.

 

 

I started to feel her up from top to bottom.First i started to kiss her lips then her neck then my hands started to make there way to her perfect set of tits about a D cup not too being and not too small just right. I started squeezing them and playing with them. about a minuite later i took off her bra and lifted up her shirt to reveal thos tits. then i started to suck them and play with her nipples till they go rock hard and let me tell you her nipples werent the only thing to go rock hard... then i made my way down.. i unbuttoned her tight little jeans ( which i might ass showed her tight little ass perfectly) and taking them right off just leaving her panties on.. then i started to play with her little pussy which was extreemly wet and had her panties soaked in no time. then took thoes off and sniffed her sweet juices.

I took my cock out and started to wank in front of her as i played with her pussy. then i went down to lick her little cunt. it was soo sweet I nearly came when my tounge touched her lips. i licked her for a good 5 minuites. every now and then i stopped to make sure she was still asleep. then after a good licking i decided it was time to fuck her.. but in order for me to remember this momentus occation i had to film it. so i got out my phone and set it to video. i Spread her legs wide open and i positioned my self in front of her pussy. then i began to push my cock inside her wet little hole. and to my Extreem surprise there was no hymen blocking my way which turned me on. because it gave me the impresstion that shes had a cock before. i started pumping her faster and faster making sure i got everything on camera and making sure she was still asleep. i fucked her for a good 10 minuites then i felt my load coming. i pulled my cock out and used her hand to wank my cock. then i came all over her Hands and all over  her perfect little tits.

i wiped her clean and put her clothes back on and went to sleep myself.... the next morning i woke up to see her next to me already awake and sitting up on the bed.. she turned to me and said .

" Mornin cuz..."

" Good Morining" I said back

" how did you sleep" she asked

" ohh like a baby" I replied

" yea mee to but i had the weirdest dream" She said

" ohh yea what" i said

" I dreamt that i was being Fucked by you but the funny thing is it didnt feel like a dream" she said

" hmm that is weird" i said trying not to laugh

" but you know what the funny thing is? "

" No what?" i asked

" I'll tell you but you have to promise me you wont tell anyone.."

" ok I Promise" i stated

" it was a real Turn on having you Fuck me.. seriously!!"

" Really!!" I said looking Shocked..

" yea i mean i know its wrong and stuff but i cant help being turned on by it"

" Hmmm well then may be we should try it out some time aye" i said

She didnt reply. she got up and walked to the door but before she went out she turned around and winked at me and then said

" How Bout Tonight"

" No better time.." i replied

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I sat facing uncle for most of this night and really enjoyed it. We were face to face all the time, my arms wrapped round his neck, he with one hand on my bottom, the other free to move up and down my back or to stroke my hair. At one point I was looking down between us and uncle caught me looking. “Yes Sarah, you have excited me again this night” he said. He then took one of my arms from round his neck before holding my hand and moving it down to the front of his pants. Placing my hand on his bulge he then let go of it. “Can you feel what you have done to me Sarah?” I was still looking down at my hand and whispered “Yes”. It was exciting to have my hand there and I could feel the firmness beneath the pants material. I moved my hand around a little exploring and uncle seemed to get even harder as I did this. After a few minutes uncle kissed me again and suggested that it was time to get ready for bed. I didn’t want to go but more kisses and convincing followed before uncle stood up, me still wrapped round him. He carried me and kissed me all the way to my bedroom, before putting me down and leaving me to get changed. When I returned, uncle was outside having a cigarette and I went out to see him there. It was of course dark outside but uncle still looked round to make sure no one was watching before bending to kiss me once more. He put his free arm about me and held me to his side while he finished his smoke. I know I had imaginings of seeing uncles’ penis that night and of us being naked together so I have to admit to being a bit disappointed that neither of those things occurred but despite that I still felt happy with the evening and looked forward to our next time together.

To be continued ......

Suddenly the expression on her face turned into a cheeky look of lust, she smiled and asked "Do you want a hand with that?" I was speechless and just barely managed to get out a "yes". She walked over to me sitting on my chair and she got on her knees infront of me. She grabbed my hard penis into her palm and started rubbing up na ddown, i was in immense pleasure as i felt her place her lips over the head of my penis and start to suck, after a few minutes i felt my balls start to well up and i moaned as i grew to climax and blew my load all over her face and down her throat.

She then sttod up and i got down to my knees, i pulled her up to me and pushed my face hard into her crotch, i then pulled down her snoopy pajama bottoms and started licking at her already wet pussy which was now bare infront of me. Her sweet sent hit me and i grew instantly hard again, after about five minutes of me licking her wet cunt and fingering her she began to moan as she entered orgasm. Once she finished, i stood up and our lippes presses hard against one anothers, she pushed me down onto the chair and then she sat just so that the head of my dick was pressing lightly against the lips of her pussy. Slowly she lowered herself onto my penis, and then she stated to move her weight back and forth lifting herself 3" uo in every motion, after 5 minutes of this pumping action, she lifted herself off my and pulled me by my arm over to the bed, she lay down and i got ontop of her, i entered her agian with one hard thrust, i then rappidly moved in and out of her sweet warm cunt. 10 minutes later i felt her pussy tighten around my dick as she entered the first stages of climax, my fast pumping motions turned to slow hard thrusts as i released myself deep into her womb. I lay inside her for what seemed like ages before we smoked a fag and started all over again.

We went to the basement to the lab and it had totally changed and now there was a new section for the primates (Chimps and all related). We got inside the lab section and Joyce still had the lights on dim since it was the sleep period for them. We went in and she turned me around and kissed me and said, "Oh you look so good, maybe I will keep you for myself tonight." I kissed her back and told her, "Well, it is up to you but you have me all excited now." She undressed me and put my jeans, panties and bra blouse on a hook in the chenging room. Instead of a smock she went to her locker and took out a leather collar and came to me with it and put it aound my neck. It fit snog but not too tight. She looked at me and stil she had not undessed but then the took the lead (leach) and hooked it to the colloar then led me to a corner and hooked the lead to a latch on the wall. "Sit there." she said and I did, juices coming from between my legs. She knew I liked some bondgae and was really playing it nicely.

She came back in her lab smock but I could see she stil had clothes on under it. She stood in front of me and began something like an orientation. "Now, as the new animal in the lab you will do as you are told at all times, if not you will be punished." she said with a small stick or kind of whip in her hand. "Do you understand?" she asked me. "Yes, I do." I said and she smiled. "Good, now come with me, I think you are going to be surprised." We went in and she brought the lights up some and then turned on a camera she had there. We went to a cage and she reached in and scratched the chimp there, the chimp woke up and turned and it was easy to see she had down this before. "This is Gaga, she is your first partner tonight." she said and open the door and let me in and took off the lead. "But" I began and the whip came across my ass and stung. "You will do as you are told. You two gils have fun." and she moved away. I reclined on some pads in the corner and Gaga came to me and fondled my breasts and then pulled them and the juices were really flowing. She pushed me back and was on top of me, grabbing my tits and pulling them leaving nail marks in them but making me all the hotter. Sudenly Joyce said, "Gaga, lay down." She did and spread her legs apart. "Now Teresa, be a good primate and eat her Hunny." I went to her and found her pussy, hairy more tha any human I had ever seen. I found it and began licking and sucking and fingering the chimp pussy and she responded a lot like a human. It seemed like a long time but her liquids were all over my face when I had finished and Joyce told me I was a good primate and to lay donw and spread my legs.

I was ready for it by now and soon Gaga was licking me and her long tongue felt like a cock that had a tongue on it. It went inside me further than any tongue ever had and I was moaned and groaning and soon my orgasm squirted all over Gaga's face. She climbed up on me and hugged me as we lay there and the hair on her body made me hot again. I have always loved hairy men and she was taking ones place really well.Joyce petted her and moved her back to her cusion to sleep. "Now you are ready I think." she said and led me to another rom. There were only two gages there and there were huge apes in each one. One ape was awake and sitting as if he was waiting. He let Joyce scratch his face and carress him. All the time he looked at me too. Suddenly I noticed something growing from between his legs and he knew that I was here for him. Joyce turned me to her, "Now Teresa, George is very much like a human, he may want you do do things for him and the problem is he puts you where he wants you and does what he wants to do, understand?" she said. "So, what he wants to do, just do it." she said and opened the gage. She took me in and took off the lead and ke kissed her mouth, not her face and I noticed it was like human to human, Joyce bringing her man someone to play with.

Well, she put me on the cusion and George came over to me and began playing around with my 42EEE tits. Pulling, grabbing and sometimes streaching them till they made me moan from the pain. Once he took one into his mouth and began sucking then biting on it. The pain shot through my body all the way to my pussy and my pussy now was soaked. I moaned and made sure to let him know it all felt great. It was then I looked down and saw the huge cock that was there. It was thick and long and he saw me looking and grunted loud as if to tell me that it would soon be in me. I decided to lay back and spread my legs and invite him but he looked at me and reached down, pulling me up by my tits to in front of him then pushing me to his crotch and waving his huge cock in front of my face. "He likes it all the way Hun, hope you have not forgotten how to deepthroat." Joyce said and I began sucking it into my throat. It did go in, past the back of the throat and down. I felt it streaching the walls of my throat and it was at least down to past my apple. I was feeling it grow at the same time. I reached and began massaging his balls to distract him and so he would let me off to breathe. He did and finaly laid back and let me do the work. I took in all the way in with each stroke and he mode nice sounds and enjoyed my throat and tongue and how wet I was making his cock with my mouth. Finally he grabbed my hair and began really pulling my head up and down on his cock, "He is ready to unload baby, hope you are hungry." Joyce saidand sure enough, George began filling me up with his cum. It seemed like gallons and finally just before the lights went out he let my head go and laid there.

I was swallowing the last of it when he lifted me and tunred me on my stomach and his cock slipped into my hot pussy and now I began having almost non-stop orgasms as he rammed me hard, so hard that I began to cry from the pain and the pleasure all mixed into one. He filled me and then turned his attention to my ass and plunged into it again making me cry out and again bringing me orgasm after orgasm. I don't know how long it was but I finally felt him slip out of me. Loads of his cum pouring out as he slipped out. Joyce was there with the camera on just me, "Eat his cum dear, scoop it from pussy and eat it all up." she said and I did. It took a long time but most of it was now in my mouth and swallowed to my tummy.

She kissed George again and took me out and led me to another room. "Now we have a couple guys here that have now had any pussy in a long time so you need to take care of them too, maybe we can give you an ape baby, who knows." she said and I was slipped into a cage. With no preliminaried the ape (altthough smaller than George, he was heavier) was on me and driving his cock into my pussy, deep and hard, he was screaming as if winning a SuperBowl or something but he filed me at least twice. Joyce took me and my legs were so weak she told me to crawl to the other cage and the greeting was the same, Hard cock, hairy ape and lots of fucking. I was switched back and forth between these two for hours. It seemed as soon as one was finhed I was given back to the other and I really lost track to everything. All I knew was I was being fucked and I had stopped enjoying it and even with orgasms I was worn out.

Joyce came in and got me and I stumbled to her and she held me up. She bent down and whispered and said, "Geoge has a hard cock again and has asked for you dear." I smiled and said, "Why the hell not." and she took me to him again and laying my bacl wth legs spread he streached me again. I know he fucked me at least twice there and maybe more but I was in condition to resist and really did not want to. I heard voices and Joyce said, "Clean his cock off Hun," and I licked the cum from it and it swelled again and again he slipped into my ass after turning me over and laying me on the cusion. It was now numb and even through I felt him deep in me and just laid there letting him use me to dump his cum. Joyce took me out and then to the changing room. There were 5 men there and she said, Okay guys, do as you will with her, she has just been fucked my George so she will never know the difference." It was true these men fucked me and mostly they complained that my ass and cunt were too big for hem to feel anything. As for me, I was numb and could not tell they were doing anything anyway.

Joyce took me to the showers and we showered or rather, she cleaned me up and dressed me and then she took me home. Steve came out and got me and put me to bed and I woke up last night. I am still sore but I will be able to do without cock for a few days. Enjoy folks.

Love ya

Teresa

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I was not fully forewarned of Tagin’Don’s power though. I was never prepared for his hypnotic influence in the time that I finally caught up with him Had he stopped running from me? Most likely. He made no attempt to flee when I brandished my sword of fire in his direction.

‘Bow down and accept your fate demon!’ I commanded. ‘No one has defeated the sword of Michael!’

‘Then it pleases me to be the first,’ he sneered as the righteous fire engulfing my sword’s blade extinguished.

It did not matter though. It wasn’t the fire that made this sword so destructive.

‘You angel, should bow before me. Renounce your lord and let me truly save you!’

‘Never!’ I shouted against the rising winds, but already I could feel my control faltering. His power was having its effect on me, the fire was what had kept me safe before. Without it I could not withstand Tagin’Don.

His dark body slipped closer to me.

‘Put down the sword.’

My mind shouted at me to ignore his command, but it may as well have commanded me to stop breathing. I dropped the sword, my hands falling to my side. Tagin’Don stepped closer still. I could feel his hot breath as he moved towards my neck. I knew of his bite, the one that had taken a thousand mortals to their death.

‘No,’ I mouthed.

Tagin’Don hesitated. Could he have actually stopped simply because I wanted him to? No. He had suddenly formed a better plan.

The darkened demon cut through my armour with his claws. The flimsy metal fell to the ground, my dress beneath falling with it. I was naked and defenseless afore him. And clearly he was pleased. He stepped closer still, his twitching member rubbing against me.

Silently commanded, my body fell backwards into the soft earth. Tagin’Don’s weight came down upon me. I was frightened, and dismayed, but he overpowered me.

‘Don’t resist,’ he said calmly. And I didn’t. Even though I was on the verge of losing everything, part of me didn’t care. I was here, and it felt, falling in love. ‘Embrace me.’ Those words bore my final doom.

My delicate, white skinned arms wrapped around Tagin’Don’s neck. I kissed him with the passion of a millions lives. My soft tongue danced with his rough forked tongue. Our bodies felt the same lust building within us. For both of us such a union was forbidden, but we never stopped.

Our kisses turned deeper. Our hands bushing the lengths of our mismatched bodies. My pussy glistened in anticipation of its first time, Tagin’Don’s cock was growing, but not rigid like mortal cocks, his was more like a tentacle, and it rubbed itself over me while the two of us kissed.

Tagin’Don’s kisses lowered, descending to my supple breasts, licking and sucking on my nipples. His roving cock moved to get beneath me. He rubbed along my back, working towards my petite ass. The skin on his cock was smoother than the rest of him, and I wanted to feel it working inside me; which apparently it knew as it rubbed along my crack to find my tiny anus.

‘Take me!’ I moaned, Tagin’Don had just chewed on my nipple, but he acted not in a rough way, he wasn’t even controlling me now. He was loving me as I was him.

Slowly, his flexible member worked its way inside my tight little hole. Drawing itself out, inch by painful inch, teasing me. Tagin’Don’s body didn’t move as his cock thrust inside me, extending and retracting itself. I was in heaven on earth. I ran my fingers through Tagin’Don’s thick black hair.

His breath was coming in shorter, sharper gasps. His time was coming. Then he stopped. His cock sliding back out of my little asshole. I squirmed down, trying to keep him in, But I needn’t have. Out of ass hole, his cock lifted itself to my pussy, rubbing its tip along my pink folds. I moaned lightly, and gasped as it pushed inside me, stretching my virgin pussy as it had my ass.

He pushed against my hymen, threatening to break it. He could fuck me now without even touching it, I knew from having him in my ass so comfortably, but it came down to Tagin’Don and his sensational tool.

Tagin’Don was a mind reader, that much of his power I had known. And he was clearly reading my thoughts as he continued sucking on my breasts, growing in intensity. His cocked snaked deeper, he seemed to be coiling himself inside me. The thrusting felt amazing, my juices flooded his shaft, soaking his deep set balls.

I screamed as Tagin’Don’s cock pushed itself fully into me, his balls slapped against my ass as his hips took up a thrusting pattern. I felt some pain as his now wide cock broke through my delicate hymen. My virginity was gone, And Tagin’Don was almost spent. I wanted his cum deep inside.

I wrapped my long white legs around Tagin’Don’s ass, pulling him deeper with every thrust. His cock bashed against my cervix, threatening to push deeper, and I wanted him to. I clutched him tighter, as I felt his first shot of cum splash inside me. He continued his thrusting, pushing more and more of himself inside. He was getting thicker. I could feel him really stretching me. Spurt after spurt he shot inside me.

In that instant, a light glowed nearby. An archangel had arrived to sentence us. He reached out his hand as Tagin’Don and I fulfilled our loving act. A white flame passed between us. The archangel spoke.

‘You have sinned Ariana. Now the two of you shall share your gifts and have them as curses!’

My demon lover and I were too wrapped up in what we had done to listen to the archangel.

Later though I found myself hungry in a way I had never been before. Hungry in a way I knew was bad. I craved for blood. This was the curse I had been granted, and my only gift was immortality. Suddenly, it dawned on me what had happened. I had become a demon, and Tagin’Don had been granted the eternal life of the angels. We would hate each other for what we had become… Vampires. Two breeds. One bestial, the other angelic. A world apart.

Sal picked up the wall phone on the second ring and tucked it under her chin.

 

“Hello.” Her hands were covered in flour and a stray lock of hair got pushed back with her wrist.

 

“I know what you did last summer.” The heavily disguised voice announced through the earpiece.

 

“Josh! Hi how are you? Where are you?” Her pleasure at hearing his voice was evident in the immediate flush to her cheeks and breathlessness he always caused.

 

“Hi-ya Sal; I’m downtown and around for a few days; Just wondered if you fancied a meet sometime over the next day or two. I still know what you did last summer though.” He laughed in his easy manner; oblivious of the effect he had on her.

 

“Well you should, it was your fault and you were there, you bastard!” She laughed a little nervously and felt a thrill travel the length of her spine in a shiver as the memory flooded back.

 

“I’d love to see you; Tomorrow?” She suddenly knew a desperation that he would say yes.

 

“I’ll pick you up at seven. Keep it moist until then babe.” He dropped the receiver and the line went dead with a brrrrrr.

 

Sal replaced the handset and returned to pressing out the ginger bread men and placing them on a baking tray. Her concentration was shattered after the call, but somehow, she managed to bake the cookies for her charges at Kindergarten where she taught the four to five year olds.

 

Later that same night, she trawled through her wardrobe, tossing clothing over the bed in dismissive piles. After almost emptying the cupboard and rejecting everything, she sat back on her haunches and sighed. A long overdue shopping trip was going to have to ensue if she was to make the impression she hoped. Since his call earlier in the evening, she had flitted and flapped, unable to settle on anything. She blamed his not saying where they would go for her inability to do very much constructively, but in truth, her heart was fluttering in her chest and it was likely she would wear out the batteries in her vibe tonight, but before she could relax with her pacifier, she had to think of what to wear.

 

If they were going out to dinner, then she could wear a simple black cocktail dress with a matching shoe and bag set. It could be a downtown joint, in which case jeans and a shirt would be ideal. It occurred to her that she could call him, but then she remembered that he wasn’t at home, he was in town and staying at any one of the hundreds of hotels. She got as far as dialling the number recall on her phone, but the only information it gave was number withheld.

 

“Shit!” She spat the word out like it was a particularly unsavoury chewing gum. “Shit! Shit! Shit and damn that man.” She at last, settled on a black cocktail dress, cut to the knee with a little lace trimming around the hem. Critically, she held up a pair of silver sling backs and matched them to a small purse.

 

She knew the dress fitted and accentuated her hourglass figure. The neckline was loose enough to hint at her beasts and show enough cleavage to attract a man’s attention.

 

“Let’s face it girl, she muttered to herself, you need a man and all’s fair blah blah.”

 

It had been eight years since Sal graduated from College. Eight years in her apartment and eight years looking for a man to rock her boat sufficiently to become something of a partner. She had had lovers, temporary boyfriends, but none seriously. These guys had varying sized egos and equipment; it seemed the larger the dick, the bigger the ego, the more of a pain in the ass, a proven equation. Sal had even dated guys of other races, but only one guy had lit her fuse and he had called this evening to make a date. Some of her conquests had managed to make her come, managed even, to get her to orgasm, those that could be bothered, but Josh had knocked her right off her feet. They had fucked like wild animals last summer and her body had responded in a way she hadn’t known was possible. What they had done could not be called making love, it was far too intense for that. It had in truth, been rutting, in the purest sense; fucking themselves to a standstill. They hadn’t even really messed around with foreplay or the niceties of sex, it had just been groin-to-groin screwing in every conceivable position, all the way, like his cock was an umbilical chord; that suited her desperate need at the time.

 

Afterwards though, when the holiday was over, he had left her behind, she had been devastated, the overwhelming sexual charge was replaced by a feeling of bereavement. She had thought that this was it, her life partner had arrived, never to leave; she couldn’t understand why it hadn’t been the same for him.

 

Time to worry about the hair and of course the make-up if she was to make the impression she hoped to. The rummage though her bag of collected hues and colours left her wanting, but it would have to do.

 

Sal showered and flopped into bed, her thoughts crowding one on another and preventing sleep, until her fingers found her sex and then the buzz of her vibe did the rest. She slept with her drying hair in rollers.

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Josh put down the phone and lay back against the headboard of hotel bed. His room was like any other of the millions of hotel rooms, comfortable enough, clean, but lacking soul. He clicked off the TV with the remote, the sound had been down anyway and he had no interest in the soap running on channel 10.

 

His laptop running on the top of a sideboard announced that he had mail with a chirrup. It was nothing important and was quickly read then deleted. He checked his web site and answered a few enquiries about his newly launched software package. When would it be on the market, was it upgradeable, what did it do. Those kinds of enquiries all easily answered and killed.

 

He thought about Sal and wondered if she had changed in anyway. His mind’s eye recalled her body and, with difficulty, her face. He recalled the small brown moles on her right shoulder and the downy skin of her flattish stomach. Her smell would always be with him he thought and the way her body reacted to his touch was indelibly etched into his memory, but better yet was the memory of how she would come in a gushing torrent, screaming the place down while her sex ejaculated it’s golden stream.

 

They first met when he had been taking an enforced break. Two weeks by the sea, rest and recuperation from overworking and stress. Getting his baby over the final hurdle of marketing and completion had taken almost two years of incredibly hard work, after which, he was completely burned out. The soft ware package to revolutionise the accounting industry had nearly done for him, the money didn’t seem worth the chunks of his life he had invested into it. Now it was out there against the opposition, the users who bought the licence didn’t seem to have the intelligence or aptitude to really make the programme sing as he had designed it to do. It left him feeling somewhat deflated or disappointed in the end result, but knowing fundamentally, that it was the customer who failed to grasp the nuances of his work; Their loss.

 

During the latter stages of completion, Josh had become quite ill, his Doctor referred him on to a psychiatric consultant who had warned him; vacation for a couple of weeks or a permanent rest from a complete breakdown; his choice.

 

He had collided into Sal on the second or third day of his enforced break, literally knocking her off her feet as he blundered around a street corner. Her touch as she took his proffered hand to help her up, was electric and he instantly knew that he wanted to know her, body and soul.

 

Their first date had been okay, McDonalds and a drive in movie, and then they sat and watched the moon slide across the water of the bay, talking about their lives and introducing each other. She had a self-depreciating manner of telling her life history, it was infectious; Josh found himself playing down his accomplishments in sympathetic accordance.

 

He had taken her home to her rented apartment, drank the coffee and then, by mutual agreement, screwed both their brains out with little or no preamble. He remembered wondering how it hadn’t happened on the street corner or the drive through movie. The attraction and sexual chemistry between them was undeniable, neither of them denied the other. Thank God she had been taking the pill, because he would have knocked her up several times over, during the rest of their inseparable holiday.

 

Josh fell to sleeping, but had his hands tucked into his groin as he curled in a foetal position and dreamt of her. The sheets in the morning told of his restlessness and a familiar stain reported the rest.

 

Her day at Kindergarten dragged. Perhaps the kids picked up on her jittery inability to concentrate, or they sensed something in the wind, but even the normally quiet kids joined in the riot and cacophony of noise. It passed over her and she didn’t really notice until Anne from the next classroom popped her head in and asked if she could keep the noise down a bit.

 

“Sorry.” She said distractedly. “I’ll just kill them and have them for dinner.”

 

“Ha ha! See you at lunch.” Anne was just removing her head and shutting the door when she stopped and asked Sal.

 

“You okay?”

 

“Hmm? Oh! Yeah, I’m fine.” She waved in a shooing motion and Anne pulled the glass door to with a frown on her face.

 

The frown turned to total absorption when Sal told her about Josh and their holiday romance of last year. A little jealousy was also in evidence and when Sal brushed over the sexual episodes, more than a little flush crept into Anne’s features.

 

Anne had a husband, or rather, her husband owned Anne. Her devotion was misplaced, because he used her as a doormat. Sal and she had had several heart to heart conversations during their meal breaks; it was always Anne who ended up crying in misery. The irony wasn’t lost on Sal, she was the one without a man, but it was Anne who was the more miserable of the two friends.

 

“So what you gonna wear?” The question was an abrupt change of direction in the flow of conversation.

 

Sal described the cocktail dress she had planned on, but her very description and her lack of enthusiasm told her she would be out shopping on her way home; the cocktail dress was confined to the wardrobe until further notice. Anne offered to help her with the retail assault, but she wouldn’t be able to stay out long.

 

“Trevor will want his dinner and he gets grumpy if I’m late.” It was apparent that Anne dearly wanted to go with Sal to hit the shops by the animated way she used her hands to enforce her words.

 

“Screw that! No man is going to own me. I ain’t a feminist, but I am a person in my own right, not an extension of Mister Partner.” Her vehemence spat the words out. Sal’s recollection of how her father had ruled her mother sprang to the forefront of her mind

 

“Your man, Trevor, needs to get a job and start looking out for himself a bit. One day Anne, you are going to wake up and it will be the last day of your marriage.” She continued.

 

“I guess.” The shrug of her shoulders indicated her acceptance of her lot, at least for now.

 

After school, they hit the town and walked the Mall, stopping in several shops until they settled on a small independent store that sold exclusives. Anne suggested an off the shoulder printed chiffon that looked like oil on water, but Sal chose a plain, dusty pink silk A line dress, with a square cut dropped neck. It cost a small fortune, but when she tried it on and looked appraisingly in the mirror of the changing cubicle, decided it was worth every penny.

 

They coffee’d at one of the many new outlets that littered the mall, then went their separately ways to their respective homes. Anne, hurrying to prepare her husband’s dinner, hurrying because she was likely to be late, Trevor hated her being late; Sal, to pretty herself up and create a vision. She had every intention of knocking Josh off of his feet. Both of them hurried to satisfy the hungers of a man, but in very different ways.

 

She was ready by six thirty and spent the nervous minutes waiting by preening and touching up her make up. Her heart was fluttering in her breast and it felt like the butterflies in her stomach had hobnail boots on.

 

He was fashionably late; Ten minutes past seven; blaming the delay on traffic and the scarcity of a decent cab. Sal made him wait for a little while longer, ostensibly just finishing up, but in reality, sitting on her bed and shaking from head to toe in nervous anticipation of her evening ahead.

 

She had melted when the door chime announced his visit and then, almost jumped into his arms when she opened the door. He looked tanned and totally at ease. A complete contrast to what she was going through.

 

“Where do you want to eat?” His laconic question filtered into the bedroom. It got her moving and she joined him in the living room.

 

“I’m easy.”

 

“Well, looking like that, I guess we should find some class.” His compliment struck a chord in her privately egotistic home. They left her apartment arm in arm, down the quasi-ornate stair well to the street.

 

He hailed a cab and they ended up at an Italian restaurant that had been recommended by the driver. Luigi’s was far better then the name or the outside appearance suggested. After a very good meal and a couple of hours later, they emerged with handshakes and cheek kisses from Luigi, on to a damp pavement and cool air.

 

Conversation during dinner had flitted from subject to subject and had, for the most part, remained light. Until he mentioned the summer holiday and then, the whole evening became a prelude to the sex they knew was inevitable, the mood of the evening changed at that point, recharging the sexual energy passing between them.

 

“Shall we walk for a little while?” He asked and offered his arm like an old fashion gentleman might have to a crinoline dressed lady.

 

“Sal…” He started, but then stopped.

 

“Spit it out Josh. What’s on your mind?”

 

“When I first met you, I was knocked out by the way we fit together. It was like we knew each other for ever and the um… well you know, was out of this world. But, when the holiday was over and I had to finish getting my project out, I thought I would never see you again. I kinda thought that you would look at it as a holiday romance and nothing else. I couldn’t get you out of my mind for a long time.” He had stopped walking and turned to face her, see what her reaction would be.

 

She looked up into his eyes and smiled, then kissed his lips gently.

 

“You were more than a holiday romance and you know it.” She breathed between his lips. “Shall we go home?”

 

“I like the sound of that.” He stressed the word like.

 

“What?”

 

“I like the sound of that word when associated with you; Home, It has a ring to it.” Her already fluttering pulse quickened.

 

They caught a cab and arrived at her door some twenty minutes later.

 

“Drink?” She called from the sanctuary of her bedroom.

 

“I’m okay.” His disembodied voice filtered through the door.

 

Sal undressed quickly, carefully hanging the new dress on its hanger and throwing a robe over her semi-nakedness. Josh had obviously found the hi-fi, music; she could hear something soft playing.

 

He was sitting, relaxed and at ease on the cream leather settee when she came back into the room. Her mouth was dry and she was still shivering a little from nerves. Sal fixed herself a watered Scotch and offered one to Josh. Then, she at last sat down opposite him and studied his face for the millionth time that night.

 

Sal...” He started “There is something you should know about me.”

 

“You’re married!” Fucking typical she thought in a nano-second, I meet the guy of my dreams and some bitch has already got her claws into him. It didn’t occur to her that she might be considered the bitch in the triangle.

 

“Ha! No Sal. It’s a bit weird, well a lot weird really, but you should know before this goes very much further.” He looked at her, spitting her eyes with an intensity that made her feel like she might if impaled on a spike.

 

“You’re gay then, or bi-sexual or a woman. Come on Josh, spit it out.” She felt a dread at the suspense and wasn’t at all sure she really wanted to know, especially if it meant they would not go any further than there were at tonight.

 

“No baby, it’s nothing that normal, it’s…well kinda difficult to explain really, but I um…”

 

“For Pete’s sake, will you just come out and say it. That is of course if it isn’t you’re a monk and sworn to celibacy or have had it cut off.” She laughed nervously; trying to lighten to mood and alleviate the tension his difficulty to articulate was creating.

 

“I change a bit.” His statement couldn’t have been any vaguer.

 

“So you cross dress? Is that it?” Sal was getting a little alarmed at what her imagination was offering as possible answers.

 

“I…I mean…I change physically…sort of when the moon is full; that kinda thing.” He glanced at her to see if she would cringe or run screaming.

 

“Ha ha ha! So you’re a fucking werewolf are you then?” The laugh carried no mirth.

 

“Well…yes as a matter of fact...” Dread flooded him and he wanted to cry suddenly. It wasn’t his fault that the slaver girl had ravaged him, all those years ago. It wasn’t like she looked strange or anything, just a black girl who was offering to screw his head off. Fuck it; he hadn’t even felt the bite at first until she started to suck him dry. He had a choice, drink from her or die. At the time, he was still inside her and pinned under her hips with little strength left. It hadn’t really mattered very much until he had met Sal, but now he wanted to be like any other man with a normal relationship and a life.

 

“…As a matter of fact, that is exactly what I am; A werewolf. I have never told anyone before Sal and if you want me to leave, well, I will understand and never come anywhere near you again.”

 

“You’re serious aren’t you…?” She knew the answer from the angle of his shoulders and the way he was studying his feet to avoid looking at her.

 

“…So, why me Josh? Why are you telling me?”

 

“I have never wanted to get near to anyone before Sal. But, then I met you and something clicked inside, like a light being turned on for the first time. Don’t get me wrong, I have had several lovers before you, but none I wanted to really get to know, none I wanted to be more than casual lovers with. Until you, there has been nobody I wanted to watch grow old and grieve for when they die.” He sat bonelessly in a settee opposite her like a condemned man, waiting for the Priest to offer prayers for his soul as he made his way to the gallows.

 

“What do you mean, watch them grow old?” Sal was some way off of getting a handle on what Josh was trying in his fractured way, to tell her.

 

“I was born in eighteen ninety two Sal. My parents had a sugar plantation in Jamaica.”

 

“That means you’re…” Her mental arithmetic wasn’t up to the sum.

 

“I’m a hundred and sixteen, give or take a month or two. A young black girl turned me from the slave workers on the plantation. She turned me and then disappeared soon afterwards. No one knew where she went, but her family didn’t seem to mind that she had gone. She bit me and then gave me the option of either drinking from her or dying right there and then. Ever since, I have had to move around, never staying in one place more than a few years. I have seen most of the world, been in the wars and seen the worst that man can do. By comparison, what I am is nothing. I am considered a horror, but what this world has to offer is pure evil; by comparison, I’m a minor offence.”  He picked up his forgotten scotch and hid behind the sanctuary of the glass.

 

“Well…” Sal puffed out her cheeks while she struggled to sort through the jumble of thoughts.

 

“…So does this mean you will rip me apart and eat me?” She knew it was a stupid question and regretted asking it immediately.

 

“I would never hurt you Sal. I could never hurt you, you see, after last summer and meeting you; I couldn’t get you out of my head. I found myself wondering what you were doing and I must have dialled your number a hundred times, but I didn’t know what you would say when I told you, Oh, by the way Sal, I grow four legs and a full coat of fur during the full moon and eat live food, but don’t let it worry you. But, you wouldn’t get out of my head. Sal, God help me, I love you and have, ever since we first met when I knocked you on your ass. You cannot know what it took to come here.”

 

“Every guy I’ve dated seems to have a problem or carry a shit load of baggage, but this one takes the prize.” She said dryly. “It’s going to take me a while to get a handle on it Josh. I need some thinking time here.” Her thoughts jumbled and swirled in a maelstrom that had no hope of order.

 

“Do you want me to leave?” He rose from the settee, placing his half drunk scotch on the table between them.

 

“I want you to take me to bed Josh. I want you to fuck me until I pass out. The rest… I can think about later...” She lifted her eyes to search his face.

 

“…But I swear, you bite me and I will haunt you forever and I make a bad enemy, believe me.”

 

He laughed and felt the tension slide off of his shoulders. At last, he could relax for the time being, but knew that he would be facing an inquisition some time soon, if she didn’t throw him out. Josh reached down, taking her hand that she had lifted for him to pull her up by, then, he circled her waist and took her off her feet in an easy, fluid motion and carried her into the bedroom. Her Chanel No 5 perfume faintly caressed his sinuses; she steadied her self with an arm draped around his neck.

 

“I really trust you Josh; don’t hurt me.” She whispered to him as he pushed the door with his foot.

 

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Josh gently placed her, standing, on a sheepskin rug she had on the floor, at the bottom of the bed. Then, with consummate care, he slid the robe from her shoulders, allowing it to fall from her arms by her side. He placed in as neatly as possible on the back of a chair she used to sit on at her dresser. With a dextrous twist of one hand, he undid the clasp of her bra as he faced her and looked into the bottomless liquid pools of her eyes. With much care, he slipped the straps off her freckled shoulders and that too, was allowed to fall from her still arms and placed on top of the robe. She was almost naked now, with only her lacy panties and her dignity covering her. Sal shivered a little and he noticed a slight nervous tic at the corner of her mouth.

 

He took her chin in his hands that seemed huge by comparison to her smallness; he lifted her face to meet his lips. His kiss was almost chaste in its touch on her forehead. Sal made to move into him, but without words and just a little pressure, he made her stand exactly as she was.

 

He kissed her nose and felt it wrinkle as it does when she laughed. Then his lips and the tip of his tongue brushed her glossed mouth before passing to her chin. He bent his knees a little and kissed her throat, noticing the sudden stiffness in her as she realised what he was capable of. But, he didn’t tarry and continued the travels of his lips and exploration. His mouth traced her chest bone and passed between her breasts. Her heart bounced against her ribs, he was gratified by the steady thump.

 

Bending now, almost into a kneeling position, Josh kissed her body just above her belly button and flicked his tongue out to taste her. His thumbs hooked into the elasticated waistband of her panties and pulled them over her hips at the same rate that his tongue and lips gradually travelled to her sex.

 

He stopped at her pubic line and lifted one foot so that she could step out of the panties, then he lifted her other foot and placed the garment with the bra and robe. Josh sat back on his heels and looked her perfection. She had taken to shaving most of her hair away, leaving just a line of black, short fuzz to point to her stomach or her secret places, depending on which way you were going.

 

Her reddened nipples had hardened slightly, not enough to be painful or uncomfortable, but just enough to define their existence and stand away from her dark tan coloured aureoles. He could hear her blood coursing through her veins and watched as her heartbeat made her chest palpitate slightly. Veins faintly tracked in a blue maze across her breasts, it was here that the slight whoosh of pressurized and oxygenated platelets could be heard the clearest.

 

He knelt back up and placed a hand on either hip and lifted still in a standing position as if she were no more than a feather. He continued to lift her, raising her above his head and then, parted her legs with his forehead. Sal lifted one foot at a time and draped them behind his neck. He lowered her, still in an upright position, pushing her legs apart as his face got nearer to her wanting body.

 

She could feel the slight stubble of his cheeks as he brought her down into a sitting position with her weight on his shoulders. His hands caressed her buttocks and supported her back. Then, a flicked tongue parted her labia and found her clit. Sal was totally helpless as he drew her musk-scented lips into his mouth and suckled on her nub of desire.

 

This was so different from their previous sexploits. Before, they would have been connected and fucking at a furious rate by now, but Josh hadn’t even got his clothes off yet and already she was feeling light-headed from the attention her nerve centre was getting.

 

His tongue parted her slickened lips and darted into her deeper recesses. It was like a light bulb had exploded in her brain and Sal rewarded him with her come as she orgasmed. He drank her in and savoured each drop as it passed into his throat to be swallowed and ingested.

 

Still supporting her back, he lent forward and laid her on the bed. His nose was rubbing against her clit as his tongue darted in and out of her wetness. He was driving her to another climax and she needed to feel the rush again as if she hadn’t been there before.

 

Her fingers grasped his hair and she pulled him into her, delighting in the sensations of his nose and tongue. Josh kept a rhythm going, breathing through the side of his mouth so that he didn’t lose contact with her swelling lips. He gauged her climax and as she gripped his hair with claw like fingers, plunged his whole tongue as deeply as he could at the point of her release. It drove her over the edge and she wailed as her body shot her essence into his waiting mouth. 

 

Her legs jerked uncontrollably and her abdominal muscles spasmed as he drained her of her come. Sal had never reached such a place before and almost collapsed from the sheer delight and over stimulation her nerve endings were experiencing.

 

Eventually, when she had subsided, Josh extracted himself from her legs and stood up. Deliberately and slowly, he removed his shirt and pants, all the time looking at her and drinking her beauty in with his luminous eyes. Even this simple act caused Sal to quicken and want him inside her and a desperate need rose within her loins. She had to have him thrusting into her, driving her to distraction and another climax.

 

He stood naked at the foot of the bed between her parted knees that hung over the edge. Sal marvelled at his proportions, at the well-defined musculature of his body. The thought came unbidden, not bad for a body over a hundred years old. She almost giggled at the quip.

 

Then he leant forward and placed his knees on the edge of the bed, balancing on the mattress, before completing the movement and placing his weight on her body.

 

“Let me return the favour.” She whispered, but Josh shook his head and pushed himself into her willing body. She could not deny his entry and in truth, wanted and desperately needed him to fuck her.

 

Josh wasn’t build like a stud stallion, he had an average cock and he wasn’t any kind of sexual athlete, but what he had, he knew how to use. In a short while, Josh had settled on a satisfying pace that would not bring him to climax too soon, but would not last for hours either.

 

It was Sal’s desperate need that drove the coitus and her thrusting up of hips to meet him that set the pace. He adjusted and buried his cock within her depths. Deftly, Sal flipped him over, relieving her stomach of his weight and sat astride him. She felt impaled and rode his member with pelvic rocks and thrusts that had little to do with lovemaking. She wanted his seed to spill inside her and she needed to feel him stiffen and sigh his release. In her need, sensory perceptions were put aside, if he had entered her womb, she would not have known, just the need to have him explode was all she craved. Her pelvic thrusts were happily rubbing her clit on the coarse hair of his genitals, this she could feel, it was an undeniable extra sensation and was taking her to another summit of orgasm.

 

Her need was answered as Josh grasped her hips suddenly and lifted his torso to kiss her lips as he came. His pulling on her lower half drove him deeper and Sal’s own body responded with her third orgasm, which felt almost like a period cramp in her lower abdomen. She fell forward, hair slicked with sweat; her breath short as mini waves pulsed through her body and gradually receded. She was sated and hoped against hope, that Josh was as satisfied as she was.

 

Josh’s own climax reverberated and spasmed as his desire and need retreated. He clung to her waist, gripping her tightly, as if never to release her again. Then he cried in wracking sobs against her breasts. His emotions spilled out in a torrent of saline tears and mucus. She held him to her and gently rocked to and fro. Neither of them felt his cock shrivel and exit her body. It didn’t matter. His soul was bare to her; he was lost.

 

It took him several minutes to calm sufficiently for them to lie side by side. Neither knew who fell asleep first, but for Sal, it was the first time in too long that she had slept the sleep of a fully sated woman.

 

For Josh, it was the first time in his long life that he could sleep safe and warm in the arms of someone who wasn’t to be afraid of, someone whom he could love without reserve or secrets.

 

Her dreams were violent and woke Sal at four in the morning with a start. She was covered with a fine sheen of sweat, even though they had lain over the bed covers, it wasn’t particularly warm. The details of her dream quickly dissipated like water between fingers, but the gist of the dream was blood. Hers or someone else’s she couldn’t remember, but blood had been a major factor.

 

Josh was snoring softly, lying on his back with his legs still dangling over the edge of the bed and an arm slung out where she had rested her head through the night.

 

A wane, early morning light came through the chintzy curtains, enough for her to study his features in repose. Sal knew that she loved this man, knew it with all her heart and the realisation hurt like a brand. What was she to do? It had broken her, last summer, to think that she might have merely been a romance for the brief few holiday weeks. The pain of believing that they would never see each other again came flooding back in all its acuteness. She could not lose this man again, not for a second. But, he wasn’t a man was he? Not like an ordinary regular nine to five guy. He had another life, a separate part of him that didn’t include her. Almost like an illicit affair.

 

She could no more lose him than exist as a part time lover. Either they were to be a partnership for life, her life, she reminded herself, or they would not be anything other than far apart and totally separate. Josh had taken a huge risk in telling her she knew; now it was for her to decide what the future held for them.

 

While most people were still in the loving arms of Morpheus, Sal was sitting up with a coffee, rationalising what her and Josh’s life could be like. Could she allow that other life to co-exist with their erstwhile normal affair? Could she even admit that it would happen, time and time over; she did the math, twelve times per year for what… fifty years if she was lucky enough to live that long. Five times twelve equals sixty add a zero for the multiplication of tens; six hundred times he would be away from her.

 

And then there was the nature of his time separate from her, what would he be doing then? She of course knew the answer, but the enormity of killing to satisfy an animalistic need was, by far, too vast and horrendous for her to touch upon too deeply.

 

She was still pondering when Josh woke. She watched as his eyelids fluttered and then, one by one, opened. He turned towards her and a beautific smile lit up his eyes. Sal’s mind was made up there and then in that instant between sleep and recognition.

 

“Hello.” He croaked, his throat parched from laying on his back and air being sucked over his tongue. “You okay?” He raised himself, to lie on his side his head set on one hand while the other reached for her.

 

She smiled back at him and wordlessly, got up to refresh her coffee and pour one for him.

 

By the time she returned to the bedroom, Josh had been to the toilet and pulled on his pants.

 

She set the coffee down on the dresser and watched to see what would happen next, not knowing what to expect.

 

“Sal…” He began. “…We need to talk I guess.” But, she held her hand up palm out to quash that particular line.

 

“I need to know one thing Josh, that’s all. The rest we can work through some other time, okay?”

 

“Well, what is it you want to know?” She saw the fear of the unknown question in his eyes and the fear that it might be critical to their lives.

 

“Josh. Are you around for good and all, or are you going to leave me like you did last summer?” She thought she knew the answer, but had to hear it from his mouth, rather than assume it.

 

“Sal, I took a risk telling you…”

 

“I know that.” She butted in.

 

“…But you don’t know how much of a risk. For everything, there is an opposite. Heaven only exists because of hell, evil because of goodness, light as opposed to darkness; in my case, werewolf and slayer.”

 

“Buffy strikes again.” She laughed mirthlessly.

 

“It isn’t funny. I know my slayer, I know them and I know where they are, and they are the scariest person I have ever known. I am frightened beyond belief of them Sal.”

 

“So who is this person?”

 

“My nemesis is you. I knew it when I first touched you last year. I knew it from the very first second, it was like an electric shock, but I also knew I had to know you, the real you. Sal, if you so desired, it is you who could destroy me, not the other way around. So you see; I took a huge risk to my very existence last night.” He watched her intently, waiting for some reaction.

 

Her voice softened.

 

“I know you did Josh. I know you did” He reached for her, grasping at her waist to pull her to him, but she twisted away, flapping at his hands.

 

“I got work Buster and I need a shower.”

 

Sal went to work, but not before he had made her dirty again and made a mess of the sheets.

 

It was two and a half weeks later that the eve of the full moon occurred.

 

Josh prowled the apartment restlessly, unable to settle, his senses heightened and a nervous tension tightened him into a coiled spring.

 

Sal couldn’t fail but to notice Josh’s unease and wondered what was to come. She knew it would happen and had even romantised about Josh’s change from human male to male wolf. She had seen the movies and it was those images that she transposed into what for her was likely going to be real life.

 

But, Sal wasn’t to see Josh’s transformation. Instead, he told her he had to be away and excused himself long before nightfall. She couldn’t help the feeling of exclusion. A certain desperate loneliness crept in after he had closed the front door. She knew this was the first time, had even anticipated the awkwardness of the situation, but she thought that he would trust her enough to allow her to be a part of his alternative life, even if it was only his transference.

 

Sal went to bed, dejectedly and fretted sleeplessly. Their lives over the few short weeks had settled into a routine of sorts. She worked during the day, he looked after his business interests, they ate, either in our out and then fucked each other senseless at night.

 

But, tonight, she was not part of the equation and it hurt in an acute stab to her vitals.

 

It all changed though a few hours before dawn. For some, probably maternal based, reason, Sal had placed a candle in the window facing the street and got up to check that it hadn’t burned down or was setting fire to the curtain.

 

She turned once satisfied that the candle was still burning and the curtains still fluttered in the slight breeze with out scorching, but a shadow caught the corner of her eye, a darker space than the pitch blackness, passed the window and beyond view in a blink. Sal paused on her way back to bed and turned to see the huge grey wolf crouching on the cill. The window was open and there was nothing but empty space between her and it.

 

Neither of them moved, just stared at each other wordlessly, sightlessly in her case, she hadn’t the capability to discern from what meagre light there was. The space between them was a barrier of difference; two separate worlds entirely. It was Sal who broke the trance and turned back to her bedroom, leaving the animal alone.

 

She closed the door, but didn’t latch it and soon after she had settled into the warm spot where she had lain, she heard soft pad falls approach the door and then cross the carpeted floor.

 

Sal turned to her side towards the side of the bed nearest the door. At first, he was beyond her spectrum of colour, blending into the darkness of the room, and then she saw the darkness of his bulk as he closed the space between them. She held her breath, believing, trusting that he wouldn’t hurt her, but at the same time, knowing she was in the presence of a wild thing and there was no protective barrier to save her. No silver cross or bullet or what ever it was that gave protection from such an otherworldly thing.

 

He smelled of earth, of dew and of blood. The cloying smell of blood was the worst and she thought the hardest to ignore. She opened her mouth to speak some words, perhaps of welcome, but his tongue passed her lips and found her own tongue in a caress so surprising and instantly erotic that she didn’t respond in any way for a few seconds, transfixed to the spot.

 

Almost as an automotive action as most people do with a pet, she reached out and scratched him behind his ears and stroked the coarse fur on his neck. She felt the weight of his paws on the edge of the bed and then a further depression as his hindquarters followed his front.

 

He lay alongside her, still kissing her mouth, licking her lips to part them and then, passing his tongue into her mouth in an ever frenetic and insistent demand for response. It was working; Sal’s own mating instincts were being fostered into urgency. Pheromones exuded from her very pores, her heart rate doubled, then tripled, adrenalin coursed through her veins and the pressure of desire mounted within her breast.

 

Breathlessly, she broke the umbilical contact of tongue and mouth, but only momentarily to shift her position, embracing the huge wolf’s torso with encircling arms.  They kissed again; Sal sucked his tongue into her mouth and tasted blood. It excited her in a feral way, she found it strangely exhilarating and stimulating, knowing that he had the wildness to kill, was ruthless enough to be indiscriminate in his choice of prey, but he was here and they were about to mate and he had eaten his fill somewhere.

 

Her fingers massaged his back, feeling the muscle under the coarse fur. She found that place just above the tail; that when rubbed the wrong way, sends dogs into a delirium. He responded with involuntary humps of his pelvis, she felt him bump against her stomach and then could feel his growing hardness probing at her pubic bone.

 

Sal reached down and found his cock, already unsheathed and passing precum as a lubricant, which slicked her palm. Gently, she circled his thrusting and throbbing cock and guided it to her labia. In this position, he would not be able to enter her, but his thrusting would rub his pointed shaft over her waiting clit. From the first touch, she felt a fire being stoked in her guts; the subsequent friction of cock and clit fanned the flames as they thrust against each other until her body was a raging inferno of need and animalistic desire.

 

Sal broke contact; unable to stand the torment her body was suffering any longer. She slid down and enveloped his shaft in her warm mouth, tasting his precum as it slide over her tongue. At first, it was okay and a very pleasant experience for both of them, but her sucking and bobbing were taking him to a point of no return and she was in danger of getting all of his pointed cock into her gullet with his seed at the same time. He could not control the urge to hump and, although she tried to control the depth by circling him with her fist, it was getting to the point that neither of them would be able to handle.

 

She rolled away from him and spun over to her hands and knees in an open invitation for him to mount her and consummate their union.

 

The wolf approached her, using his sensory perceptions to gauge how ready she in fact, was for him. An exploratory lick over her labia and anus brought an immediate torrent of heated come from her. It gushed in a short blast, catching him in surprise as it flooded his nose and mouth. He sneezed and then went back for more. Her pheromone charged aroma was diving him wild with need. He mounted her, forelegs wrapping in a vicelike grip with locked forepaws around her waist. His hindquarters pistoning of their own volition. He was missing her entrance by some margin, but the friction of her fur covered mound against the delicate skin of his nerve packed shaft was almost as good.

 

She reached back and helped him home in on her vagina. In a blur of motion, he was buried inside her before either of them knew much about it. An adjustment of his hold and stance allowed for a greater depth and he sunk the entire length of his cock into her warm and willing recesses.

 

Sal gasped as his pointed head nudged her womb entrance and keep up an assault on her reproductive organs. His point entered and she was being fucked into her own delirium. She was past coming, past orgasm, both of which had been rapid and frequent since he had started this. Now it was a question of surviving and getting him to climax before passing out.

 

His knot was deep inside her and growing at a rapid rate. The pressure on her bladder and inner walls increased as his tempo started to diminish. His strokes decreased in rapidity, but lengthened. Her own natural reaction was to tighten her vaginal muscles and successfully lock him in. It was this action of her subconscious mating instinct that triggered his release.

 

Sal screamed as the first spurts of hot semen flooded her womb. It didn’t burn, but filled her with immediate warmth that seemed to radiate from her depths in a glow of triumphant success. He kept pumping spurt after spurt, filling her body with his seed.

 

They stayed locked, Sal with her sweat soaked hair-hanging limp from her head. He was now turned ass-to-ass and panting hard from the exertion. His panting caused him to move slightly and the movement was keeping Sal over the edge in small orgasms that had all the hallmarks of epileptic seizure.

 

The first light of dawn touched him and, still in a kneeling position, his now flaccid cock dribbled from her body. Somehow, he managed to find the strength to turn around and flop almost in a dead feint, flat out on the bed. Sal fell beside him; they slept in each other’s arms as his seed seeped from her body and slowly dried on the sheets and their skin.

 

The same thing occurred the next month when he returned from his hunt. It occurred to Sal that she was adjusting to his nightlife and sleeping in daylight on that night/day of the month. No big problem except when she was teaching.

 

Once or twice over the next few months, she had to call in sick, saying that she had a bad period, not strictly untrue in a sense, but she felt guilty about it. She was also missing her friends. Making plans to see them and then, cancelling at the last minute.

 

They were settling into a routine of life partnership. But, their lovemaking during the days between full moons was waning a little into purely functional sex, a mechanism for cementing their relationship and gratification when the need arose.

 

The time for a decision was fast approaching; Sal knew it, could feel the impending moment approach and had no answer prepared.

 

She waited until he returned from his nighttime excursions and had fucked her in a frenzy of lust until the morning light returned him to human form.

 

“Josh…” She began, having thought it through, agonised and then made her choice.

 

“…I want to be like you. I want to hunt with you, run alongside you and I want your children, if that’s possible.”  She was surprised at his lack of reaction and thought he hadn’t heard her, so she repeated it closer to his sweat soaked ear.

 

“I hear you Sal.” Was all he had to say before he either fell into a deep sleep, or feigned oblivion, so her question might not need to be answered.

 

She was badly hurt that such a momentous decision should be treated so lightly, and instead of sleeping along side him, got up, dressed and went into the street where her anonymity would help her grieve for his lack of interest. She walked the freshly washed streets, observing the early morning people, ones she never saw normally. She savoured the smells of the new day and found a coffee at an all nightstand. She had to fend off an advance from a couple of drunken kids who were obviously returning from a party. Her head cleared and she resolved to corner Josh into telling her his true feelings.

 

She let herself back into the apartment and found him sitting on a chair in the window box with his feet propped up on the railing.

 

Neither spoke, waiting for the other to make the first sortie. It was Josh who gave in first.

 

“Sal, have you really thought about what you have asked?”

 

“Of course I bloody have.” She exploded. “I mean, it ain’t like getting married is it?”

 

“Yes, but do you understand the full consequences?”

 

“What like you and I would be together forever? No I hadn’t thought about it much.” Her derisive words smacked into him and she saw his wince, but he rallied and looked at her as he spoke.

 

“If you were the same as me, there will be two new slayers in the world, one for each of us, they will be driven into finding us and killing us, because we are different, an abhoration to the norm. You will become an outcast Sal, all of your previous life will alter, everything. We will not be able to stay here, but move and then move again and again. Is that what you want? Can you give up your life? It isn’t just for the moon once a month, but for the rest of your life. It fills every day; it is a whole life change. Do you…can you love me enough?”

 

Sal looked at him straight into his eyes, and then rushed at him as if to attack and hurt him. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his lips before breathing into his mouth.

 

“Yes you fool, I want it. I want you and you had better not ever forget it.

 

The next full moon found two werewolves prowling the fields for prey. One huge, almost black, male and his lifelong companion, a sliver grey female in the first flush of pregnancy.

Finally after being drug for what seemed like forever she was lifted up off the ground and thrown down on what felt like a smooth stone slab. Her head was spinning and it hurt from being banged around so much. She felt metal chaines wrap around her arms and legs locking tightly around her body, she could also hear the creatures thick heavy breaths.

"Don't worry little pet, it will only hurt for a moment... then you won't care anymore." The voice growled at her as her clothes started to be ripped off her body. She trembled as she layed there, being exposed to the sweltering heat and the horrid smell of sulfer. "Soon it won't matter anymore, soon you will be in sexual bliss and torment. You are mine." He continued to explain as the world around her started to take some sort of form.

She could see the blackish red stone walls, that seemed to bleed. The ground was sharp obsidian stone, it must have been what was cutting into her body as she was being dragged across the floor, and the stone slab she was on, looked to be a high table. The outside edges had a two to three inch wide channel around it.

She got her first site of the demon creature, he had huge thick horns that came out the side of his head like a angus bull. His face was more feline though, with large black smoldering eyes and sharp jagged teeth in his maw. His neck was thick, and his skin was an off red, almost like a burned charcole red. He was very muscular, far more then any normal man could ever be. His chest was hairless, thick and tight skin stretched over hard muscles. He narrowed a bit at the hips, then had thick muscular goat legs and a tail.

She trembled as she saw his smoldering eyes looking down at her naked form, it both scared her to death, but excited her body. Her nipples pressed up so hard right away, even with the blood dripping down her teenage body. "One more time little Kathy.. one more..." He growled as his hands smoothed over her breasts.

He moved her arms to the sides of the slab, pulling the chains so it forced her arms to remain wide open, and not at hersides. Her wrists were hanging over the space between the edge of the table, and the center where she was tied to. He then spread her legs wide, to the point her ankles were also over the trench in the slab. The move ment not only exposed her womanhood, but it stretched her legs out so wide she thought her hips would break.

He then pushed down on the foot of the center slab, it pushed down slightly, tilting her hips upwards and forcing her back to bend unconfertably. This movement forced her knees to bend so she was spread wide and forced open for him to probe and invade.

He then moved back down to her head, taking a hold of her chin in his hands. "Now I am going to make you mine." He growled as he licked his lizard like tongue down the side of her cheek. "I will brand and pierce you like a cow... fuck you until you can't handle it anymore. When you go back to your family you will have my seed growing inside your womb."

He then pryed her mouth open, sliding a metal gag down inside. It forced her to keep her mouth wide open for him, almost like some nighmareish dentist's wet dream.  He then reached in with a set of tongs, small ones and forced her to stick her tongue out. She layed there in that vunerable open pisition with her tongue forced out. He took up a needle, a curved one that was thick and then slowly forced it into her tongue. She screamed and tried to pull back her tongue, but the tong was so tight she couldn't pull it back. He laced the needle all the way through, she could taste blood running over her mouth as she squirmed. He pulled the needle out, still holding her tongue in the tongs and slowly, very carefully slid a hot metal ring into it. Once it was clamped shut, he looked down into her eyes watching the tears stream down the side of her face as she screamed in agony.

"It will only hurt a moment little slave... little cow." He purred at her almost lovingly. She slow badly wanted to shut her mouth and let her saliva sooth the burning from the metal but the gag forced it to remain open. He moved down to her breasts, lifting a rag to clean them up, wiping the blood away. "Now we'll peirce your breasts my little pet, because when I call to you I want them to tremble." He reached down and pinched her nipples hard, making sure they were as erect as they were ever going to get. He then lifted the needle again, and peirced the skin of her breasts, making her scream even more in agony. Her head was spinning again but the pulling and peircing was soon over. He clamped a ring through her brest, and then lifted hot metal pointed thing. She couldn't quiet tell what it was, but she felt it get touched to the ring he just pushed into her body, sealing the crease of the metal so they couldn't be taken out. She felt the metal heat up, and burn the inside of her nipples so bad this time making her pass out.

Kathy didn't know how long she was out of it, but when she woke up both of her breasts ached and hurt so bad. She could feel a thin chain laying cross her breasts and belly connecting the two nipple rings together. She looked around and saw the creature standing back, patiently waiting for her to wake up. "Good your awake..." he murmered, his demonic like features had slowly faded away, until he was nothing more then a dark skinned bulky man. But she knew what he really was. "I was waiting for you to wake up before I went on... " he mused, his voice sounded more masculine and less demonic. He had black slicked hair, dark eyes and a long angular face. He wore what looked like a mad doctors uniform, long white lab coat with gathered sleeves, back from the fifties or fourties mental hospitals.

He stepped down to her lower portions, jutted up and exposed like that. His hands reached out as he stroke a finger through her lips. She couldn't help but shudder, and moan as his finger rubbed her sensitive skin so seductively. "We have to get you nice wet... your clit swollen. " He explaned as he leaned forward and slid that snake like tongue over her folds.

She shuddered and closed her eyes, her mouth still forced open as he licked and teased her skin. His tongue curled around her clit, pressing up against it, then rolling it around as his mouth latched on for a good long time. She found herself trying to rock into his mouth, trying to get more of him as she felt herself getting so wet down between her legs.

When he pulled away she wimpered, though his finger rose up and pinched her clit tightly, causing her whole body to quake. She couldn't see what he was doing at this point, all she knew was her clit was on fire, she wanted to be fucked again. Though she couldn't say anything at all, the gag in her mouth preventing anything more then grunts, screams and wimpers.

Suddenly pain shot through her clit as something sharp pierced right through it. She screamed and pulled trying to sit up and pull away from him. The world started growing black again as she just lost it.

When she awoke again she had been moved around. She was laying on her stomach, the lower half of the slab had been turned up to make her hips open wide and raised for him. Her chest was pressed into the stone, her breasts hurting and aching so badly and the gag was still in her mouth. She felt a breeze against her head and pussy, realizing he'd shaved off all her hair.. so she was completely smooth. And a collar was fastened around her neck.

She let out several breaths and tried to call out which of course got the attention of her captor. "Well your awake again... good.." he mused as his hands glided over her hips and back. "You look so pretty now.." He continued as he came around. "Don't worry the pain will go away." He explained to her as he came to her side, moving to side his hand in the trench that was now filled with blood. "In a moment, you will have my seed growing in you.." He mused as he came around to her mouth. "But first I am going to test your mouth." He pulled away the white lab coat exposing his huge hard cock to her, taking it in one hand. She squirmed and closed her eyes as he forced it into her mouth, pressing it down against her sore tongue. She so badly wanted to bite down on it, but the gag was preventing her from doing so.

His hands came around her head, holding it still as he started to forcefully fuck her mouth over and over. He'd pull his cock almost out, letting the ridged skin drag across the metal ball wedged in her tongue, making her wimper and cry in pain as it pulled against the skin. He paused once the metal ball was at the very tip of his penis, then gripped the sides of her head hard as he rammed his cock right back into her mouth until her lips pressed against the furry thick base. The head of his penis hit the back of her throat forcing her muscles to gag.

He pulled back from her mouth completley, which let her breath for a second, until his hand flew out as he backhanded her across the face. "Damnit... your going to eat my cock, all of it and your not going to do that again."

She felt her face sting and burn from his slap, then he gripped her head again and shove his cock right back down her throat. She wanted to gag so bad, the friction he was placing on the piercing was causing her to get dizzy again but she didn't dare let herself gag, or he might just hurt her worce.

His cock continued to plunge in and out of her mouth, dragging over the piercing, she could swear it was getting bigger to the point it was so tight against the metal of the gag and her lips. He grunted and pound until finally he pushed all the way back again and let his seed flood her throat. He held himself there until his cock stopped jumping around, shooting out his sperm.

When he pulled out he was panting heavy, but still hard. "Good girl..." he said softly as his hand rubbed over the top of her head, petting her as if she were a dog.

He then walked around her, coming up onto the slab between her legs. She shuddered as she felt him press forward, his cock rubbing over her sore aching clit as his hands moved to undo the gag in her mouth.

She wimpered as the metal fell free onto the floor, finally relieved that it was out of her mouth. She closed her jaw several times, it was sore, and her tongue hurt so bad now.

The next thing she felt was his hands gripping her hips, and his cock pushing right into her body. It stretched her like never before, and painfully so as it caused her lips to split open, and press against her aching burning clit.

The demon paused as soon as all of him was shoved into her cunt, he was reviling in her pain as her tight muscles tried to force him back out. He then gripped her hips so tight as he started to ram into her with such force.

She screamed and begged him to stop, she told him how much it was hurting her, but he didn't give up his heavy hard pounds. He'd pull back until he was almost out of her body, then slam right back in as far as his cock would go. She jerked, pulling on the chaines that held her down, her stomach getting shoved into the raised part of the stone slab, forcing the air from her lungs.

His hands moved down to her legs, gribbing her thighs tightly as he started to pull her back into his shoves, grunting the whole time. The burning started to fade, as the rising desire started to cause her cunt to tingle. She moaned, and stopped fighting all together, just letting him fuck her as if she were a rag doll.

He continued to plow into her body, thrusting with the same force over and over again as her juices started to leak down her thighs. As she started to revil in the pleasure he was pounding into her body he started to put forth more effort. She could feel him get thicker and more excited as his speed doubled then trippled to the point she couldn't tell if he was pulling out or pushing in.

She found herself exploding inside, her whole cunt was spasming against his cock. She could feel each muscle go off, squeezing and spasming, causing her clit to burn even more, which to her felt so good. She felt dizzy, and she couldn't breath her eyes going black again as she passed out.

Kathy couldn't tell how long she was unconsious this time, but when she woke she was laying on her back again spread eagle. Her breasts were throbbing, so was her tongue and clit. She felt sore all over. She felt pressure against her vaginal walls, something was plugged up there. Her stomach felt huge and swollen, she could see her belly sticking up as if it were a round ripe watermellon.

"Oh good your awake my little cow." The man's voice appeared again. "Your belly is full of my baby, and I am going to send you home." He carerfully locked her arms, and then lifted her up off the stone slab. Her hair was still shaved off, and the silver chain connecting her breasts now hung down stretched over her stomach to her clit.

He walked her down the dark hallway of blackness until she saw the outside of the mirror again, only her room was empty, nothing inside it at all. No bed, no desk no nothing, just bare carpet floor.

He glided out of the mirror, the only thing left in the room, and walked her right out of the house into the dark street. She was placed on her feet as he turned her around to face him. "I will come back for you soon." He growled as his thumbs them pressed deep into her eyes, punturing her and causing her to bleed. She couldn't see anymore, and she was in so much pain she started screaming.

Her screams were answered by at first dog barking, then the shouts of neighbors coming out of their houses. She felt a blanket wrap around her shoulders as she could hear people crowding around her. Even though she couldn't see anymore, the sounds of the world around her started getting fuzzy as she felt like she was falling backwards.

_____________Templeton Gauzette___________________

Kathy Franklen was found last night in the middle of the street after having been missing for seven and a half months. She was rumored to have run away, a troubled teenage girl who isolated herself after her parents had moved to Templeton.

It's now suspected that Kathy was abducted from her bedroom by occult worshipers. Evedence shows that she was raped and beaten for the time she was missing, and returned pregnant, with her eyes injured....

*This is the end of the third chapter, if you wish me to continue onwards let me know through feedback*

Her name was Eileen and Father Murphy had brought her back to St. Sebastiens that summer to be his personal secretary.  Sister Eileen replaced a sweet woman who was to retire that year, and fit in brilliantly immediately upon her arrival.  She was very intelligent and knowledgable in the Church, although somewhat too shy to take an educating role.  She was very beautiful, with long red hair, pale skin and bright green eyes.  She was always smiling and cheerful and loved being around the students.

Sister Eileen was also a nymphomaniac, as Father Murphy discovered that first night he met her, in Dublin.

Father Murphy had finished the last of his correspondences and called for Sister Eileen.  She entered his small office and accepted his documents, to be mailed with the next day's train.  He admired her as she turned and left.  Even under her heavy habit, he could see the outline of the 24 year-old woman he craved for.

He stood behind his desk and noticed her move towards the small water-closet adjacent to the secretarial office.  Many of the lesser administrators of St. Sebastiens had their offices along this primary secretarial corridor, with the eight secretarial nuns working at their desks here.  Father Murphy and Sister Eileen were the last to leave that night, and he took advantage of their privacy.

Father Murphy entered the small water-closet and shut the door behind him.  Sister Eileen was seated on the toilet with her habit robes gathered in her lap.  She was not surprized to see him, nor when he stepped up in front of her and quickly unfastened his trousers.  The hiss of her urine echoed in the bowl as he stepped closer and pulled his thickening cock free.

Eileen's mouth opened and she leaned forward to take nearly the entire eight inches of hardened cock into her throat in a single lunge.  The 43 year-old priest moaned in pleasant desire as the nun gulped and slurped on his manhood.  She was a natural cock-sucker from the very first time she'd done him in Ireland, and to that day he craved her talented mouth and tongue.  Eileen loved Father Murphy and loved to give him these great pleasures whenever he wanted or needed them.  She was his for the taking.

Eileen sucked his cock lovingly, bobbing her head the length of it smoothly, until her urine stream abated.  She released his cock from her mouth and stood.  She turned around, reached back to take hold of the beautifully veined shaft, and aimed it at her sexual center.  He thrust into her waiting, piss-damp pussy with a solid push.  His full length returned to the warmth of her body, drawing a gasp of abandon from the young nun.  She leaned forward over the toilet and allowed him to fuck her with his strong, demanding strokes, as he had so many times before.

"Oohh, aaahhh, uummm!" she moaned loud enough to be heard easily within the office, had anyone been around to hear.

Father Murphy's need was strong, and although he had quite a few Sisters that he could call upon for release, Sister Eileen was by far his favorite fuck.  Her pussy seemed to know exactly how to squeeze and stroke his cock until he could not take it any more.  He found his loins boiling well before he wanted that night, and with a series of ever forceful thrusts high into Sister Eileen's vagina, he erupted with a wail.

"Aaagghhhh!  I'm cumminnggg!  Yes, yes!" he grunted and pounded even harder into her.

"Oooooo, fuck me, Father!  I feel you cumminggg!" she responded.  His cock pulsed with every shot of hot semen.  His load coated her womb and flowed down her tunnel until it gushed out with his thrusts to dribble down the insides of her thighs.  She began to tremble a moment later as her own orgasm washed over her.

Eileen tossed her head back and cried, "Cuuummminngggg!"  He held his cock high and deep within her spasming cunt for long minutes until at last she collapsed onto the seat once more with a deflating sigh.  He stumbled back when her pussy finally relaxed and released him.  Together, they gasped for breath.  The sounds of his heavy load of cum dripping into the toilet water from her well-fucked pussy the only other noise in the water-closet.

Father Murphy leaned in and kissed Sister Eileen warmly then, before tucking his flacid cock away and leaving for his private chamber.  A few moments passed before the cum dripping from her subsided and she too was able to straighten herself up.

Eileen O'Riordan was an orphan in Dublin and had lived in the Catholic orphanage for five years before Father Murphy visited from Canada.  She was seventeen then, and devoted to following a life of service in and to the Church.  When she had first met him, she felt a craving deep within her that could only be described as lust.  She had never in her life been in love, yet she had known lust, and she lusted for the older, handsome priest immediately.  That night, her dreams were filled with sexual images, all including Father Murphy.

After three more nights of the same desirous dreams, she felt that the only thing she could do to end them was to confess them to Father Murphy.  She wanted to confess her sinful lust, and beg for forgiveness.  She was given much more.

That afternoon, Eileen was able to ask for a moment alone with him.  He agreed to meet her, and she told him of an unused room on the third floor of the orphanage.  Once secure inside, she began to confess her sinful dreams to him.  She continued with admitions of masturbation, imagining not only men, but women having sex with her also.  Father Murphy was very attentive and reassured her that these thoughts were quite nomal for girls her age.  She relaxed then, and listened as he described in detail events that he had been witness to, and even participated in.

Soon Eileen was under his spell, and when he asked her to stand and remove her uniform, she did so without hesitation.

"You are a very beautiful young woman, Eileen," he complimented when she stood nude before him.  Her young breasts were firm and proud on her chest, capped with strawberry-shaped and colored nipples.  Her flat belly led down to a tangle of pubic hair the same color as her long red hair.  The dark line of her vaginal valley was easily distinguished.  She felt suddenly shy, and started to cover herself.

"No, don't my dear," he said, and stood.  "If it makes you feel more comfortable," he began, and then started removing his our clothing.  Within minutes he stood as naked before her as she did before him.

Eileen stared in awe at the first man she had ever seen fully in the nude.  Father Murphy's body was firm and strong, with dark hair on his chest leading down to the dark tangle at his groin.  From that heavy bush of hair stood an eight-inch shaft aimed directly at her, with a large, purple spear-point head.  She was facinated by the sight before her and her heart raced in anticipation of what could be next.

Eileen felt her knees buckle and Father Murphy took hold of her upper arms to steady her.  Instead, she lowered herself to kneel before him, the sight of his strong manhood before her.  It seemed only natural for her to lean forward and deliver a kiss upon the head of his cock.

For the next hour, Father Murphy instructed Eileen on how to use her lust to bring pleasure to both herself and her companion.  He had her lick his cock, from base to tip, paying particular attention to the crown with her tongue.  She was shown how to cup his balls and stroke his cock while sucking.  She learned to take as much cock into her mouth and hold it as deep as she could before releasing.  He lay her down and straddled her head, giving her a taste of being face-fucked.  He then turned around and began to lick at her creamy pussy while gently thrusting his cock down her throat.  She gagged often, but soon learned to open her throat for him.  With his balls resting on her nose, he cried out into her crotch and emptied his aching balls into her throat.

Eileen felt the cock in her throat pulse and a warmth filling her belly, but it wasn't until Father Murphy backed out a little did she taste the salty flavor of him cum.  She gulped and swallowed quickly as his load filled her mouth time and again.

Meanwhile, his tongue lashed and thrust into her young, sweet pussy.  He savored her flavor and dug his tongue deep to release more.  The wall of her hyman prevented him from getting too deep, however.  Father Murphy grunted and groaned as his cum gushed into her sucking mouth, muffled by her humping groin.

He rolled off of her, pulling his cock from her suckling mouth with a pop.  He wanted to very much to take that young woman's virginity that night, but the hour was late and he knew she would be missed soon. 

He explained, "You must not tell your classmates or any of the faculty of our meeting, Eileen," as he began to pull on his clothing.

"I won't, Father,"  she replied.  "I want so very dearly to learn everything I can about lust, and sex, and I want you to teach me, Father."

He leaned down and kissed her deeply.  "I accept your request, Eileen.  I will teach you to use your body in such a way you can only dream of.  You will make many men very happy, as well as myself, in the coming years.  I promise."

Well I sort of fell for her then and there.  She made me feel really good about myself and she was truly a sweet person, not to mention she was hot.  She may have been plump but hey it was just more to have fun with.  When I got to the point of explosion and I started to cum, she yelped out, “Oh baby, do it to me again and again.  Take me and use me.”

I thought it was just passionate words until afterwards.

We got off the floor and stayed naked while she served dinner to us.  It was really odd eating like that, but very sexy.  I sat there eating the steak she made and smiling at her, I said, “So were you serious about wanting me?”

“Joe, I was totally honest.  I will do anything you want me to when ever you want me to and where ever and to who ever you say.  You tell me and I obey,” she said as we finished our meal.

I looked over at the ear of corn that was left over and said, “Yeah right.”

She smiled and her eyes sparkled as she asked, “What can I do for you to prove it?”

Thinking I would test her limits and prove she was just being a tease I replied, “Hannah take the ear of corn left over and screw yourself with it and then eat it.”

As soon as the words faded she did just as I said, she slid it in her hand licked it and buttered it more then shoved it up her hot pussy while I sat back watching it.  She fucked her pussy for at least ten minutes with it and then while her eyes were fluttering and she was pulsing, she took it and began to gnaw across the corn eating it.  I watched her devour the whole thing and then smiling at me asked, “Now what can I do to please you?”

I smiled and said, “That was pretty exciting there.  I really liked that.  Come here and give me a kiss.”

We kissed and then made love again.  Before I left that night I fell madly in love with her and two months later we married.  I moved in her place which freaked my family and friends out, as she kept me up.  She wanted to work and take care of me but I got a job to while I planned for college. 

Then about a month after we were married we went hiking in the mountains.  She was wearing a tube top and shorts along with her hiking boots and she made me horny normally but extremely hot that day.  As we rested by a stream, I causally said, “I wish you would strip naked and let me eat your pussy while you suck my cock.”

Less than one minute passed before my pants were off, her clothes were on the trail and her mouth was devouring my cock while her pussy went to my lips.  I was amazed as I made her cum and then fed her mouth a full load.

Then I told her “Now don’t put your clothes on until we get down the trail to the car, and while we walk, finger yourself and feed it to both of us.”

Well the hike was three miles up and then back and the entire way we ate her juicy cream.  It was so erotic that I got harder by the second on the way back and just as we neared the car, I bent her over the nearest tree stump and fucked her madly until I came in her like a horse.”  We dressed her at the car and drove home but I was so aroused by her act, that all I really wanted was to see her do it again.

A few days later we went back and did it again, but this time we ran into a couple of young women.  They were so surprised that stopped gasped and started playing with their own pussy’s as we lay on the ground having a great 69 of a time.  Hannah noticed them and as she slurped up my cream, she asked me, “What should I do?”

I was pulling up my pants as these two stood drooling over us and said, “Why don’t you offer to eat them out?”

Hannah walked over and as her chubby body came close she presented it to them and then asked if she could eat them.  They quickly said yes and as these two redheaded women sat back on the tree my lovely wife ate them out.  Then I told her as she made them both cum, “Hannah, now offer my cock to suck while you finger fuck them both.”

These two ever so horny girls agreed and soon I had two mouths on my cock while my little chubby girl fingered them to another climax.  When I came in their mouths Hannah helped to lick it off their lips and faces.

That night when we got home I started having all kinds of dreams and impulses of what was next.  So a day later I invited a friend from the mill to dinner.  He was nice looking and sort of sexy looking even to me.  As soon as he walked in I had Hannah kneel and suck his nine inch whopper.  Then after dinner I said, “Hannah, strip naked and let Jeff fuck any part of you he likes.”

She did just that and turned and presented herself.  He smiled and quickly made a B-Line to her asshole.  He butt fucked her like crazy until she was begging me to fuck her pussy too, so I did.  Then after a few more minutes we both came in her.  As she was still panting on the floor, I asked Jeff, “Why her asshole, you like that better than a hot pussy?”

“Oh yeah, I like a tight asshole better than a sloppy pussy any day,” Jeff said then asked Hannah, “Would you like to see me fuck Jeff up the ass woman?”

She smiled big and wide and replied, “Hell yeah I would.”

So after he got himself hard with the help of Hannah’s mouth, I spun around and bent over the sofa arm and let him fuck me.  I had always wanted to try it anyway and with the excitement of it I said why not.  He butt fucked me got and hard and while it was painful at first I sort of liked it.  Hannah went wild; she started to squirt and cream right away, as she watched it. 

A few days later and I asked Hannah what she wanted for her birthday.  Her reply made me hard as a rock.  She sweetly said, “I want to be gang banged by some really horny women and then watch them do you afterwards.  Most of all I want to see some man fuck you again or maybe even two men fuck you.”

So I agreed to all of it quickly and had her to set it up.  The night of her birthday, she had four women, older and erotic looking to come over to our house and do her first in the floor while I watched it all.  They took no mercy on her and ate her and fed her their bodies until she bite marks on both boobs and a red throbbing pussy.  Then they each one took turns sucking my cock until I chose one of them for my fuck toy.  Hannah was so hot that she ate her out afterwards and then gave the woman me for the night to sleep with while she went to bed in the spare room with the other three.  The next morning after they left she urged me to take the day off so I did.  Along about noon two men came in. 

They were big brown men with huge cocks and I know this as she stripped them naked as soon as they arrived.  She led them to me and then stripped me and sat back and watched, took pictures and came as they double fucked me.  The biggest one used my mouth as his pussy and the other rammed my ass until I thought I would bust.  They fucked me twice before they finished with me and then raped Hannah as I watched.  She wasn’t expecting it but after a few minutes she was enjoying it.  Something happened then, I am not sure how, but I wanted to watch her get done like this more.

I begged them to stay a little longer and after we showered and played in the hot tub on the deck, I sat up the video equipment and had them take Hannah in our backyard for the entire world to see.  They fucked her twice each and then being exhausted left for home.  I took the video and posted it on the net and two days later I had lined up eight men to fuck her.

I began to invite men home just to fuck her and by the time we celebrated our second anniversary she had been screwed by over a hundred different old men, young men and a few teenagers.  She loved it and so did I but what she liked most was me being willing to share her and then be shared with her men. 

We plan on having a triple gang bang for her next birthday.  That’s three sets of lovers in a row.  I hope she can handle it, I know I can’t wait to see it.

Now for me… Well, Megan likes to tease me because I look like a girl. My face is very feminine, and I have a curvy waist like hers, not quite so pronounced, but nevertheless it’s there. I let my hair grow longer, and she keeps puling it back into a pony tail saying it made me look very pretty. I kept the hair like it, any excuse to have her close. But all this teasing awakened something within me. Something I had once thought was sordid.

* * * *

One day during the summer, Megan received a phone call from her agent. It was obviously some kind of job. I did my best to listen in, wondering how long the job would last. Her agent had one of those dainty voices that you wouldn’t hear if the T.V. was on too, so I never caught a word.

Although, I know I didn’t really need to. As soon as her agent was off the phone, Megan plonked herself down next to me, gave me a hug and told me everything.

‘That was Elise,’ which I already knew because I had answered the phone. ‘She says Cosmopolitan wants me specifically for this shoot down at the beach. Could get very hot!’ she said. ‘Want to come?’

Yes, actually I thought, but then a voice I had heard more and more over the past weeks cropped up again.

‘I would… but I have to go online and get some work done. I’ve neglected it a bit,’ I lied.

Megan pouted slightly in that oh so sexy way she did. How I wanted to kiss her gorgeous full red lips right then!

‘Okay then,’ she said sadly. ‘That’s important. I’ll see you when I get back.’

‘Okay gorgeous,’ I flirted. ‘I’ll be here when you get back!’

Megan slipped me a quick half smile as she scooped up her keys and made for the door. I followed her out to say goodbye. And once I saw her slinky convertible pull out of the garage and round the corner I was straight back inside, but I didn’t go to my computer.

Less than a minute later I was rooting through Megan’s wardrobe, pulling out dresses, pulling them against myself and then slipping them back in as they were. I felt bad going through her clothes, but I couldn’t help myself. Part of me just felt that I should be in them.

I decided finally on a pink ruffled knee length skirt and short white strapped vest top - very sexy. Next was underwear. Fortunately, in size Megan and I were a similar size, as I noticed time to time from her strutting around in my clothes. I pulled out a lacy pair of black panties and matching bra. A hint of naughtiness underneath an innocent wrappings.

Delicately, I pulled the panties up my legs, fixing my cock between my legs, and holding it in place with Megan’s panties. The bra was no trouble either, thanks to many hours practice with the one she had “lost” from the dryer. She wasn’t a small breasted girl, but I was still able to mostly fill out her moderate bra without any additions. Over the panties, I pulled the sensuous ruffled skirt on. It felt great against my legs, and the slight breeze from Megan’s open window was amazing too; especially when it circled up under the skirt and blew against my tucked away surprise.

I had just pulled the white top on when I spotted Megan standing in the doorway. I freaked out all of a sudden. I thought about running, but my legs wouldn’t move. I could feel my stomach rising into my throat. Was certain she’d flip out, but she just smiled at me.

Even though I was terrified, and humiliated, I found myself feeling highly aroused to. The tuck job I had done was slipping loose.

‘Hmm,’ she said. ‘So this is what goes on when I go out?’ I wasn’t really sure this was a question. Though the smile never left her face. ‘Do you feel like a woman now, or do you need more?’ That was definitely a question.

I couldn’t speak.

‘Do you have a name?’ she asked, stepping closer to me.

‘Ra… Rachel,’ I stammered. ‘My name is Rachel.’

‘Well Rachel,’ she was still smiling. ‘I think you look very sexy in that outfit!’ I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. She didn’t mind me dressing in her clothes. In fact, she seemed to like it. ‘And are you a woman?’

‘I… I think so,’ I said, being honest with her for the first time in weeks.

‘Doesn’t look like it to me!’ she teased. My erection had lifted the front of the skirt a little, she could see the protrusion.

She had come close enough to hold me. But she didn’t. I was going mad being this close and feeling this sexy in her clothes. I wanted to reach out and take her in my arms, but I still didn’t move. Then she spied my clothes on the floor.

‘Okay, Rach,’ she said, giving me a kiss. ‘Stay here. I’ll be right back.’ She left the room with my clothes. I was still frozen to the spot.

A few minutes later, Megan returned from wherever she had gone dressed head to toe in my clothes. She wasn’t masculine, but in my clothes with her hair tied back she could have played the part well… she even walked like a man. She adjusted the crotch of my jeans just as I did when I felt aroused.

She sat me on the end of her bed, pulling her make up kit from her dresser.

‘Now to complete the look,’ she told me.

We started off with a basic foundation to bring out my natural color, and accented it with a little blush. She applied a little blue eye shadow to my eyelids, tell me it enhanced my deep blue eyes, and stretched my lashes with a good dose of mascara. She finished this combo off with a hint of lipstick.

Looking in her mirror, even I had to admit I was pretty in a girly way. She stood behind me and tied my hair back with one of her scrunches. She left me with two short bangs too.

‘There we go,’ she commented. ‘Perfect!’

I had to agree. I looked pretty, and dare I say it… sexy. If I had met myself, I would have tried to pull me.

‘Now what?’ I asked her nervously.

Megan pulled her old camera out of her cupboard. It was one of those expensive ones that all the big name photographers were using. She clipped the roll of film in the back and stood ready to shoot.

‘You know what I want,’ she told me.

Having been to many of Megan’s modelling jobs I had seen the sorts of things the photographers wanted. And during previous excursions in Megan’s clothes I had practiced a few of them.

One by one I struck each pose. Megan was clearly surprised by how model like I was as she was snapping away with her camera. Quickly, that first roll of film was used up. She pulled a shoebox from under her bed and spilled a load more onto her luscious pink covers. She loaded up a second roll and told me to undress… slowly. I was more than willing to oblige, she had that twinkle in her eye.

As she began clicking away again, I pulled the skirt down, letting it slip past my thighs to the floor. I could see Megan’s wetness seeping through my jeans. This made my cock stand out more in her black panties.

‘Now for the top!’ she commanded.

Sexily, I pulled the top up, revealing the bottom of my lacy bra. As I pulled the vest top higher, Megan saw how my own chest filled her bra. She leant forward slightly, snapping more pictures.

‘Damn it!’ Another new roll of film. She couldn’t take her eye’s off my breasts as she fumbled the new roll into the camera.

Once ready again, I unclipped the bra and pulled it forward, letting my humble breasts fall free. My nipples were hard, and from Megan’s flicking tongue, I could tell she wanted to be sucking on them.

‘Lay down,’ she said seductively. ‘And give me some real money shots!’

Doing as I was told, I went over to her bed, I stared down my back at her, my hand rubbing at an imaginary pussy between my legs. Megan’s hips bucked. I flipped over onto my back and kept rubbing between my legs. The wetness in my jeans had become a patch. I was really exciting this woman. And that made me harder than I’d ever felt.

Megan couldn’t take it anymore. She threw her camera to the side and lay down on top of me, her tongue pushing its way inside my mouth. I kissed her back, letting my hands run over her back to her perfectly shaped ass. She pressed her groin against me, I felt her moisture, she felt my twitch.

Still kissing I pulled my shirt up over her head, pulling out the band she had tying her hair in place. Her hair fell forward and curtained my view. My god, we had kissed before but I would never have guessed she could be this passionate.

Anxiously the two of us undid the jeans and I pulled them down her legs, kissing down her beautifully tanned body as I went. She quivered with every kiss. There was no wonder she had made my jeans so wet, she had gone commando in them. She returned the feeling I gave her, kissing down my body as she pulled her panties away from my crotch.

Laying her down, I rested between her glorious legs. My cock was just inches away from her glistening pussy, and he twitched every second that he was there. Insisting on being pushed in.

‘Not yet!’ Megan snapped. ‘First I want your breasts. And then I’m going to fuck you!’

She gave me a light smack across my ass. My cock twitched again.

Megan flipped me over, sliding her body up against me, she descended her kisses to my breast, lightly kissing and sucking towards my tiny nipple. I let out a moan as she took my erect flesh in her mouth, running her tongue around it. I couldn’t help myself, my hand dove at her pussy, forcing its way inside her delicate folds.

Megan rewarded my touch with a gentle bite. I never knew how much pleasure I could feel just from my nipple, and Megan seemed intent on showing me just how pleasurable it could be. If I wasn’t careful I might have come just with that.

As my breathing became shallow, Megan eased the pressure on my nipple. Her mouth worked its way back to my lips, her tongue finding mine again. She brought her groin fully against my leg, her juices mingling with my almost invisible hair.

Her breathing was the same as mine, short and shallow, filled with desperation. I wasn’t the only one who had been lusting. Megan had wanted me too.

I whispered my need into her ear. She nuzzled hard into my neck, lifting her groin from my leg and sliding across me. I felt the brush of her tender flesh as she rested her legs on either side of mine, her pussy pressing against my now desperate member.

‘Be gentle,’ I teased as she guided my twitching cock inside her very wet hole.

Ignoring me, Megan drove herself hard onto me. She pushed herself upright and took even more of me up inside her.

‘Like that bitch!’ she said slapping me across my face. I wasn’t going to deny her, being submissive like this was really getting me going. I was loving it, and clearly so was Megan.

She lifted herself up, almost pulling me out, then drove back down again, taking all of me back inside. We both groaned loudly. She carried on driving. And I just couldn’t get enough, even when she slapped me for pushing with my hips.

‘You’re a woman! Now act like one!’ she shouted, thrusting me deeper inside.

That was it for me… woman or not, I had the cock and I was in control. Megan screamed as I threw us over. We rolled off the bed, slamming my back into the floor, but I wasn’t done. I rolled her again and used my weight to hold her down.

‘You may be the man,’ I told her. ‘But even you can be fucked!’

Her only response was a loud moan that sounded like “see if I care” as my cock pounded her perfect pink hole with its red inner lining, her wetness splashing over my balls. I could feel her pussy clamping down onto me, holding me in place. I could only move a little inside, Megan knew what she was doing, and she enjoyed every second of it. As did I.

The extra friction from her tighter pussy brought the final squeeze we both wanted so badly. Megan never released her grip, she wanted my cum inside her warm pussy, and I was in no position to deny her. Nor did I want to.

I pushed in harder, forcing her pussy muscles to relax. She groaned, still trying to keep herself tight for me. I pushed harder, again forcing her to loosen. My cock slammed against her deepest insides, pushing. She flexed her hips too, matching me thrust for thrust, parting her legs as wide as she can, making it so easy for me to get deeper.

I let out a deep groan as I shot my load deep inside her gushing pussy. Our juices mingling together inside Megan’s love basket. She pulled me into a hug, not letting me off of her. Our ragged breathing slowed in sync as our breasts rubbed together. Already, I felt myself going soft inside Megan’s sweet pussy, the smell of sex filling the air around us, adding fuel to the loving kiss she gave me. When I climbed out of her, I lay back down beside her and we feel asleep in each other’s arms.

* * * *

Later that day, when she woke me with another deep kiss, I saw more beauty than I had ever seen before within her features. I guessed that was the effect of the love I knew was growing in her heart and soul, the love that my own was fast matching. Staring into her eyes, a question suddenly occurred to me, one I should have asked hours ago.

‘How come you came back so early?’ I asked. Megan smiled.

‘I never went away. I drove around the block and then came back to watch you!’

I’d been set up, but you know what… I didn’t care cause I had just made love to the sexiest, most gorgeous woman on the planet. And she loved me back!

Bridget was great in bed. He wasn't expecting so much.

Her pussy was a lot deeper than he had expected. She could just about take the full length of his huge cock. But it was her blowjobs that reeled him in to stay. Bridget could suck the paint off a car if she wanted to.

Besides that, she was a good person. She was fun to by around. Physical attractions were easy to come by, but finding the right mental match up was like looking for a needle in a hay stack.

The problem was that they really hated the stares that they got from people. That's when Bridget suggested Nick pack her up in a suitcase and carry her around with him.

She was joking, but Nick took the joke a little further. He actually got a suitcase, put it on the floor, and waited for her to get in.

Not wanting to be outdone, Bridget got in and curled up in a fetal position. Nick zipped it up and walked out the door with it.

Bridget was a lot heavier in the suitcase. He could easily lift her up normally. She was so small it was like lifting a kid.

But she was heavy as hell with all her weight piled up in a suitcase with him trying to carry it all on one side of his body. He was sweating up a storm by the time he got down the street.

He wasn't sure exactly where he was taking her. He was just fascinated by the fact that he could carry his girlfriend around in a suitcase. It amazed him and he was sure Bridget was probably smiling from inside.

But there was a hotel right down the street from them and Nick had just about walked all the way to it. He figured he might as well keep going and make something fun out this little joke.

The cashier commented on how heavy the bag looked as he was getting signed in. He asked what in the world could be so heavy.

"I'd tell you but you wouldn't believe if I did," said Nick as he walked towards his room.

Once inside, he mustered all of his strength, hoisted the bag off the floor, and dropped it on the bed. It bounced a few times before coming to a halt.

Nick unzipped it, and out stepped Bridget's sexy little ass wearing a sexy black panty outfit that left her pierced tits exposed. Jokingly, she started jumping around on the bed like a happy little kid when she saw Nick getting his cock from his pants. She was surprised he still had energy to have sex after carrying her so long.

He pulled it free of his underpants and started stroking it. It was almost fully erect when he got it out. Bridget ran up to him and started gulping mouthfuls of his meat into her mouth. His cock was hard as a brick seconds later.

It felt good getting his cock sucked after such a hard workout. He was standing in front of the bed and Bridget—because of her height—was standing up on the bed as she blew him.

They liked oral sex in that position. It amused both of them that she could suck his cock standing up.

"Ohh. That's good," moaned Nick.

He loved the way Bridget sucked cock. Her mouth wasn't that deep so all she could do was go a little past the cock head. Her hands were what made it so spectacular.

She massaged the hell out of it with both hands. She knew how to stroke his cock in different directions in a cork-screwing motion.

Her lips were extremely soft. They worked wonders with the head. It left him feeling so good that he could cum in her mouth at any time, and if she kept going the way she was, that's exactly what was going to happen.

He grabbed her and threw her on the bed. She was on her back.

He lay with his head between her legs. The scent of hot pussy met his nose as he was sliding his tongue inside of her.

She smiled. Her breathing deepened. Her legs were high and wide.

Nick lapped at her sweet juices and used his tongue to stimulate her clit. He loved eating pussy as much as Bridget enjoyed sucking dick.

Once he'd gotten it nice and wet, he came up stroking his cock back to full erection. Bridget moaned and grinned when she saw what he had for her.

They both moaned as he entered. There were traces of pubic hair around her hole that tickled Nick's cock head.

Bridget's juices spilled all over his cock as he went in. It was super tight as always, but her pussy could fit the bulk of his massive cock with no problem.

He screwed her slowly at first. There was something about the sex today that made it better than normal. Maybe it was the hotel or the kinky way they'd arrived there.

Whatever it was, it had Bridget's pussy extra goopy. They could hear every movement Nick made because it caused a loud swishing sound in Bridget's wet cunt.

Nick lay on his side after a while. He thrust slowly into Bridget until his cock was all the way flush. Then he slowly pulled out and shoved it back in.

That was one of things that fascinated Nick about dwarfs in general, not just Bridget. Their bodies were smaller than normal, but their genitals grew to normal size.

Another thing he liked about them was the way it was so easy to manhandle them. When he wanted to switch positions, he didn't have to say anything or motion for Bridget to move. He simply rolled on his back, lifted her up, and dropped her on his prick.

She started riding him. He was thrusting into her so hard that even his own body was lifting off the bed.

"Ohhh," she moaned.

Nick cupped her tits. He kneaded them and caressed the nipple piercings.

Nick wanted her from behind. They usually put something on the bed so Bridget would have something to lean against. Otherwise, because of her height, she'd have to lean all the way over and blood would rush to her head.

Nick found a small stool on the other end of the room. He put it on the bed, Bridget assumed the position, and he was hard-fucking her from the rear.

"Uh-huh. Ohhh! Ohh!" Bridget moaned.

Nick grew more violent as time went on. Her pussy was so deep. It was so hot. The tingles, so fierce. He had her fat, round ass jiggling along with the bed squeaking.

His cock started burning. He fucked faster. It burned some more.

He pulled out and lay on his back. His cock was jumping and pulsing.

Bridget knelt beside him, her mouth agape and panting. She took his cock in her mouth and started sucking and twisting her head from side to side like an attack dog. She slobbered all over it, slurped on it, and stroked his cock and balls with her hands.

It got so good that poor Nick couldn't keep still. He was fidgeting around. He was moaning and his eyes were rolled back into his head.

He grabbed her head to force guide it up and down on his shaft, but the suction was so strong that he lost control of his limbs and his hands fell to her shoulders.

The burning in his cock was getting out of hand. An orgasm was coming soon. He couldn't control himself.

He started thrusting into her mouth. She started sucking him deeper. His cock was almost totally down Bridget's throat.

At one point, his cock went so deep that Nick could feel it bending down the back of her throat. That's when he lost it.

His legs shook violently. "Auurghhh!!!" he screamed as juices streamed up his throbbing shaft.

Bridget continued sucking, but not as deep. She wanted to taste his seed. She kept the head at the tip of her tongue.

"Mmmm," she said cheerfully as it spilled into her mouth. She'd always loved Nick's taste.

She kept stroking him until the last drop was in her mouth. She let cum spill out of her mouth back onto his cock. Then she stroked it into his cock, making it more slippery and wet.

When she was done playing with sperm, Nick got up and put the suitcase back on the bed next to Bridget, who was busy trying to clean cum off her hands (she liked cum when it was coming out of a dick, but after that, it was just an annoying mess).

Nick jumped onto the bed, lifted Bridget up, and zipped her back up in the suitcase. He dragged her out the door, checked out of the hotel, and started walking back home.

As he was walking home, for the first time, Nick realized that he and Bridget had just done some seriously strange shit. He couldn't help but smile about it. It was definitely weird, but who gave a fuck. It was fun.

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Your hand caresses my balls, feel the skin soften even more, my cock still slowly growing harder and harder in your mouth until you know that the only thing that can make it just that little bigger is me cumming. You continue sucking on my cock very gently, making me enjoy it without it being too intrusive on my learning. Every now and then a drop of pre-cum lands on your tongue, you taste the saltines, making you want more.

 

You gently massage my balls while your warm soft mouth moisturizes my cock. Your tongue moves constantly over the head of my cock, stimulating it, creating a familiar tingling down my shaft. I read and turn page after page while you pleasure me, loving the feeling of my cock in your mouth, the taste of my pre-cum, sucking out some of the stress of studying.

 

After a long time you finally feel the familiar little extra growth, you continue what you are doing, just a bit slower, wanting to make it last as long as possible for both of us. The tip of your tongue pries the little hole as if begging for the things soon to come. You feel the first pulse in my cock and gently suck on, mimicking the rhythm of the pulsing of my cock as it fills your mouth with my cum. because it has taken such a long time for me to orgasm, and also because it had been a while since the last time, you have quite a mouthful.

 

Finally you feel the pulsing subside and the squirts come to a stop. You still have my hard cock in your mouth, as well as my cum. I can feel the head of my cock coated in a mixture of your saliva and my sperm, I know you won't swallow it for a while to come. You sit and wait until my cock has softened in your mouth, slowing it down by the minimal sucking you still do and the feeling of your tongue against the sensitive tip. Then you withdraw your mouth from my cock, making sure he is left as clean as you found him.

 

Quietly you leave the room again, satisfied and knowing you didn't interrupt my learning. I hear you leave the house a while later, and greet you when you come back in 30 minutes after. You smile and I know you still have my cum in your mouth...

     It was a Friday night.  My best friend, Jake, and his girlfriend, Brittany, were going to come over to hang out.  I remember that Jake was wearing a black band t-shirt with a studded belt and nice jeans.  Brittany was wearing her usual slut-wear, a revealing shirt and a short mini-skirt.

     She must've been a size two, three sizes smaller than me.  Her breast were huge, too!  Word had gotten around school that they were fake.  And let me tell you what I found out later, they're not!

     "Hey Lina."  Jake said to me.  Brittany timidly said the same.  She doesn't like me very much.

     "Hey Jake, Brittany."  I smiled, letting them in through the door.  The night was going slow, thanks to Brittany making it quite awkward, not ever wanting to join in on the conversation.  I had an idea to lighten it up.  It was about ten o'clock.

     "What do you guys say about going night swimming?"  I asked.  I have a fantastic in ground swimming pool, and my parents weren't home to supervise us. 

     "Sounds good to me."  Jake said.  "Britt?"

     "Well, I didn't bring a suit.."  She blushed.

     "It's okay, you can borr-"  I started to say, but I was cut off by Jake's hand going over my mouth and his voice.

     "Why don't you just go naked?  It will be dark.  Celina will turn off the lights inside the pool, right Lina?"  He said.

     Confused, I nodded my head.

     "Um.  I don't know.."  Brittany said.

     Now I was beginning to grow eager over seeing her naked body in the moonlight.  "How about we go naked too?"  I said with a smile on my face, making the idea sound fun.

     Finally, Jake and I were able to get Brittany to agree to swim naked.  I pulled off my clothes, right in front of them, until I was naked.  Then I wrapped a towel around my body.  "C'mon.  Let's go."  I said, watching them strip their clothes also.

     Outside, though there were no lights on, you could still see very clearly.  I could see Brittany's breast.  Her nipples were hard.  Jake's penis was slightly aroused.  I noticed my nipples were hard also.

     I jumped into the pool.  "Woo!  It's cold!"  I announced.  The others followed.

     I took a the blow up beach ball in the pool and laid on top of it.  Jake abruptly pulled it from under me.  "Hey!"  I yelled, feeling a slight tap on my breast as he swam away.  We were laughing, chasing eachother to get the ball.  Brittany joined in also.  I felt a hand rub mt virgin vagina, and I gasped.

     "Oh, I'm sorry!"  I was shocked when I heard that this voice came from Brittany.  Had she rubbed me on purpose?  I wondered.

     "It's okay.  It felt good."  I said.  All chaos had stopped.  Jake was wondering what the hell we were talking about.

     "I've been thinking about doing that since I saw you."  Brittany laughed.  Jake kept his confused expression on.

     A gave Brittany a soft kiss on the lips.  "What the hell?"  Jake said, but his voice sounded giddy as Brittany and I began making out in front of him.

     Brittany used one of her hands to rub my clit and I did likewise to her.  We slowly eased ourselves from the pool steps and onto the cold, hard concrete.  She laid me down and began licking my clit until I was wet, not with pool water, but my own juices.  She stuck three fingers into me, causing me to gasp.  Brittany laughed.  "I can't believe your a virgin."  She said.

     Jake came out of the pool, looking rather pleased.  He sat over my face, his erect dick looking lucious.  "Suck me."  He said as he some how stuck his dick in my mouth.  I sucked him as I was told.  I knew I must've been bad, but he was moaning anyway.  Brittany was still licking me.

     "I think I'm going to come!"  I announced after a while.

     "Me too!"  Jake said.

     "Hurry, fuck her!"  Brittany left my pussy to let Jake have it.  Brittany stuck her own pussy in my face.  She had a finger in her ass.  I lifted my hand up and started to finger her with three of my fingers and I began to lick as much as her pussy as I could.

    Jake grunted as he pushed himself into me.  I had to stop licking Brittany, but my fingers were still in her.  I screamed as Jake popped my cherry.  I couldn't believe I was deflowered.

     I began moaning and shouting as Jake fucked me slowly.  It hurt at first, but since he was going so slow, I started to get pleasure.  "I can't hold it much longer!"  He yelled.

     "Me either!"  I screamed.  "Fuck me harder, Jake!  Yeah, come on!"

     He came inside of me, with out even a condom.  I came with him, our juices colliding.  Jake exited, moving his dick with leftover come on it into my mouth so I could clean him off.  I did this gladly.

     Brittany began to clean up the rest with her tongue in my pussy again. 

     Best night ever.. so far.

Basically, she worked at a hospital just like every other nurse. Then on her off days, she would make extra money by making herself available for house calls for patients who were too busy to spend all day sitting in an emergency room for minor injuries and colds.

It just so happens, the main reason these people didn’t have time was because they had great-paying jobs that required all of their time. Therefore, money wasn’t an issue. She could charge top dollar and they’d never bat an eyelash. It was a win-win situation.

Today she had to journey to one of the richest suburbs on the other end of the city. There was a young man named Mark who lived there. He looked like he was in his mid-twenties, but he was already the CEO of his own construction company.

He was always getting bruised. Whenever he could, he called Carrie to come to his house and treat him so he could plan his business and take care of paperwork while he waited for her to get there.

Business had gotten so good that Carrie had to hire an assistant. Her name was Cindy. Both women were blonde and slender with very sexy figures. They wore their nurses’ uniforms on every call.

They sat with Mark on his couch. They talked to him, found out what happened to him, and examined his arm and hand. He had minor bruises, but nothing appeared to be broken. She just wrapped the finger and put the arm in a sling to hold it still.

She said, “You’ll be fine. Just keep it in a sling for about a week.”

“Well, uh, that’s gonna be a problem,” said Mark.

“You’ll get used to it,” said Carrie. “It’s only a week.”

“Yeah, well, a week’s an awful long time and I, uh…”

“Ohhh,” said Carrie. She was fighting back a smile. “Are you left handed?” she asked.

“Yep,” said Mark as if he was thanking her for figuring it out so he wouldn’t have to say it out loud. “That’s the problem.”

“I see. That could be a problem. I’m left handed too,” she said.

Carrie noticed the seductive wry smirk on Cindy’s face. They’d been working together long enough to know what the other was thinking. Cindy was having naughty thoughts.

Carrie was too. Mark was a handsome man with a lot going for him. What woman wouldn’t want to cuddle up with him?

Because the ladies were blonde and very attractive in their uniforms, they were constantly getting hit on by their patients. They rarely did anything more than flirt back, and that was only because they wanted to retain business, but once in a while, they’d meet someone who turned them on just as much they turned him on.

That’s when sparks would fly. That’s when they’d get a feeling of euphoria mixed with an adrenaline rush that only the two of them could ever appreciate. That’s when there would be magic.

The both raised their skirts simultaneously. They slid their panties to the side and started stroking their cunts.

“Oh,” said Mark.

“See what I mean?” said Carrie. Then, to Cindy, she said, “I could give this man a couple of aspirins, but what he really needs is a couple of these.”

She pulled her blouse open and showed him two of the most perfect tits that he’d ever seen. Both women were watching Mark as she did it. His eyes grew wide and the bulge in his pants was rising quickly.

The girls leaned in close to him. They started kissing him while he used his one good arm to feel all over Cindy’s tight, round ass.

They were rubbing all over his cock. They could feel it getting harder beneath the jean material. They felt tingles rushing through their entire bodies getting them hotter by the second.

Carrie slid off the couch as Cindy undid the belt on Mark’s pants. She walked around behind them and bent over him, putting her breasts in his face.

He started sucking them, and then he felt a hand force into his pants and take hold of his dick. The hands were warm, the AC made his prick cool once she pulled it out, and the cavern of Cindy’s wet mouth made it warm again.

He was moaning passionately as Carrie helped him out of his shirt and then started taking her own clothes off.

“Oh, yeah,” whispered Mark.

He looked down for the first time. He saw his cock rapidly disappearing into the mouth of the beautiful blonde and damn near lost it right there.

“Ohh, it’s such a big cock. She can barely put it in her mouth,” said Carrie.

She was right. Cindy was sucking the top and using her hand to masturbate the lower half. Sometimes she would go lower as her hand was coming up and she’d try to force feed some more down her throat.

It was the slut in Cindy coming out. She wanted it all in her mouth even if it choked her to death.

Meanwhile, Carrie wasn’t going to be the only one left out of the action. She had climbed on the couch, taken a seat on Mark’s chest, and put her pussy right in his face where he could happily suck and slurp her sweet juices from it.

“Yeah, you like her sucking your hard cock while you lick my pussy?”

His tongue was busy probing her pussy, so all he could do was give a muffled “uh-huh” as an answer.

“Oh, god,” Carrie moaned. She licked her lips and grit her teeth. Mark was excellent with his mouth. The way he licked, sucked, nibbled, and slurped her clit was giving her the fits.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s right. You’re gonna have my cum all over your face.”

After a few more minutes of bellowing in pleasure, Carrie climbed off and Cindy stood up. Carrie helped her get naked.

“Look at this,” she said to Mark.

Cindy was a knockout. She was tall and blonde with a tight, round ass and perky tits.

She sat next to Mark as he squeezed her breasts, but then Carrie took hold of them and started sucking them herself. Mark tried to join in, but Carrie pushed him back, stood up, straddled him, and eased her soaking wet cunt on his throbbing prick.

Carrie started grinding her teeth. His dick hurt so good going into her. She could feel her juices coating his dick, giving it the lube it needed to slide in and out of her hole.

By now, Mark had removed the sling. His arm still hurt, but he needed to use it to fully enjoy the women. He cupped both ass cheeks and guided Carrie’s supple ass up and down.

Everybody had a hand on something. Mark had a handful of ass; Carrie was fondling Cindy’s tits, which happened to be her favorite part of Cindy’s body; and Cindy was busy pleasuring herself as she watched her boss and her patient getting nasty beside her.

She was bouncing really hard now. They fucked harder and louder as time went on.

“Oh, yeah, I’m gonna fucking cum on your cock!” screamed Carrie. “Oh fuck!”

Mark started slowing down. He was still fucking, but now it was a slow grind. He closed his eyes. He savored the way Carrie’s pussy felt, how warm and snug it was.

Cindy had slid onto the floor. She was licking her boss’s ass and Mark’s cock. She mainly focused on licking the pussy juice off Mark’s shaft every time Carrie rose up.

Carrie said, “Mmmm, that’s it. Eat my cum off of his cock. Lap it all up. Ooh, she’s so nasty. Look at her.”

But Mark was in no position to see what Cindy was doing. Carrie’s body was blocking his view, but that made it more erotic. He had to go entirely on touch, and it felt so damn good.

“Come grab some of this cock,” said Carrie as she got up.

“Hurry up,” commanded Mark.

She did, but instead of mounting him, Cindy lay beside him and raised her legs wide and high. Mark was on his feet and cock-deep in her in seconds.

Cindy’s eyes grew wide as he entered her. “Oh, my god,” she said, and Mark was thinking the same thing. Cindy’s pussy was too tight and too wet to be real. It had a tight, constricting feel, but she was so wet that it slipped right in and hot juices flooded his shaft right away. Mark was humping her slowly as Carrie started sucking her tits.

“Come on, fuck her,” said Carrie. “She likes to be fucked hard.”

Mark obeyed by ramming into her with as much energy as he could muster.

“Yeah, make her cum.”

“Oh, god, don’t stop. Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” cried Cindy as she stroked her swollen clit.

“Cum all over his cock.”

Cindy started shaking and trashing for about a minute straight as her tight nest convulsed and spit her sweet nectar on Mark’s enormous dick.

“Yeah, said Carrie. “Cum all over his big cock.”

When her orgasm subsided, Cindy hooked one of her legs next to her head. It left her wide open for Mark to pound her. It looked so sexy and inviting that it drove Carrie crazy wishing it could be her.

She waited as long as she could. She even let Cindy ride him reverse-cowgirl style while she fingered her, but she grew impatient and needy for a cock to be in her, so she made Cindy get the hell out of the way.

She motioned for Mark to stand. Then she stepped in front of him, separated her legs about shoulder width apart, looked at him over her shoulder, and slowly leaned forward until there was nothing but pouty, wet, cunt lips and a juicy ass visible.

It was an erotic vision, believe me. It literally took Mark’s breath away. He felt a rush of tingles fill his body, and then his cock began jumping and throbbing and tingling.

For a second, he thought he would cum without touching her, but he didn’t want that to happen. He put it inside and started thrusting into her.

“Ohhh…god!!!” she screamed.

Since Cindy was laying on the couch, she was in a good spot to return the favor to her boss by fingering her clit while Mark drilled her from the back.

“Oh, yeah. oh, god. Oh, god. Oh… ohh… ohhhhhhhh… OOHHHHH!!!!”

Carrie’s pussy was creaming like mad. She felt his rod hitting every ridge and soft spot, making her cum repeatedly like never before. She could barely breathe because she was screaming and thrashing uncontrollably. Her legs felt wobbly and shaken. The only part of her body that still seemed to have fire in it was her pussy, which was still spasming around Mark’s cock.

Just when it seemed like she couldn’t take anymore, she felt Mark’s hands tighten around her waist. He paused, cried out, and then started slowly humping her again as he continued hissing and sucking air.

Both the girls got on their knees and opened their mouths like this was an everyday routine. Now that Mark thought of it, it wouldn’t surprise him if they did do this every day.

His mind went blank except for one thing. There was a super load of spunk coming up his shaft.

He stroked it and cried out as the first gooey load popped free and landed square in Carrie’s face. The next hit Cindy’s eyes and cheeks. The cum kept flying until their faces were good and wet with his code.

When it was over, the girls did exactly what he expected. They kissed and swapped sperm for a moment, and then wiped their faces and got back to business while they flirted with him.

They put his arm back in the sling and gave him some pain medicine for his aching arm. They made an appointment to come back later and check up on him.

They winked at him as they were walking out the door. Mark was excited. He knew they weren’t coming back to look at his arm. They were coming back to look at his leg…his third leg, that is.

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She was overtaken by the limited side of love. In it’s earliest stage, she finally determined, it was lust. That was the starting point to it all. The feelings one has towards another, or a thought, or a feeling, that a person somehow obtains in the beginning. Where it leads is up to the actions and meanings of that person. It can lead to something wonderful, she thought, or to something destructive. But to whatever end, she became devoured by its draw.

And so young, that was the real travesty. She was only thirteen when she began her journey. It was only thoughts and feelings at first. Ideas that were theory and only theory. Ideas that would last many months before acted upon. She was young and naive. Stupid at least in the matter. But it was her. She began innocently enough at first. Simple clitoris masturbation that led to little more than sensation and mild amusement. Then to penetration, self-induced of course, first with the fingers and then with larger and more stimulating objects. A carrot from the cupboard, then a banana from the counter top, then to larger items like lamp posts and eggplants. Perverse and right for her plight. It couldn’t be ignored. The stretching sensation, the pain, was all part of the process. Even her own fist eventually probed her vagina and her study. All continued until she felt she could learn no more from herself. The next logical step in her determined and obscene obsession was a man. Only then could she go deeper that she has already. Her virginity was really only a word by then. Her pussy had been stretched and probed more than many women twice her age. Her hymen long since gone. And by sixteen, she was only starting her walk toward sexual womanhood.

She began in the barrooms of the big city. Her home town and a focal point of horniness to be found in the country. Any man in any pub in the city would love nothing more in their drunken state, no matter how severe, than to "fuck" a young sixteen year old girl. An attractive girl to boot. She was well figured in appearance and cute as a button. Her stature was only a few inches over five foot but her proportions were nothing short of perfect. She had flowing brown hair and the votes of her peers as the most beautiful in her prep school. But she valued none of the praise or passes. The boys and girls of her classes could teach her nothing of her real pursuits. She was on a different sort of mission. She knew the task would be easy, even though her first attempt was filled with nervousness nonetheless. She was still a perfect little lady in appearance. No one knew of her innermost desires but her, and she was now about to throw that away, even though most who cared wouldn’t know.

She entered the bar to little affair, though a few patrons stole a glance. She knew her message would be short and sweet to whomever she decided. It was simple. Nothing more than study. This first time would be with a man of at least some attraction. Someone with something to offer her own amusements. She spotted the man perfect for the part only minutes after arriving and parking by the bar. He was young and unassuming. Seemingly as naive as she. He barely looked about as he seemed new at even ordering a beer. He couldn’t have been more than twenty-two, and handsome. A good build and a wonderful demeanor. Even at first glance, Tiffany knew she had found her man. She walked right up and began her new chapter in her quest.

"Excuse me sir." She said.

"Yes ma’am." The boy replied.

"This will seem forward, but I was wondering if you might like to fuck me?" She said matter-of-fact, never taking her eyes off him.

"Ma’am?" He nervously replied.

She could tell he was thrown by the question and she was a little taken herself. She had gone over it many times in her head how it would all play out, but it now seemed very different as she said it. Very whorish.

"I mean to say if you are horny and you like me, I would like to spend the evening with you in some nearby boarding room. I have a few things I need to discover." She said, as if it would make it more comfortable.

The boy excused himself after a few seconds and left. Tiffany was awed. She hadn’t expected a turn away from her proposal. But it seemed that was the case. She waited a few more minutes and was about to leave, being overcome with sudden embarrassment. Then as she was turning to walk to the door, she saw the boy approaching.

"Sorry about that. I had to use the facilities, and I admit I was overwhelmed with your offer initially. I didn’t know what to say. I have thought about your proposal and would like to take you up on it if you still would offer." The boy said.

Tiffany smiled and grabbed the boy by the hand. She had pre-arranged a room only a block from the pub and led the boy there without a word. After arriving, she told the boy to make himself comfortable on the bed as she would be right back. She stepped into the bathroom and stripped away all of her clothing to the floor. She looked at herself a long time in the mirror and reassured herself that this was the right thing. She pushed her middle finger into her pussy and gave a few rough thrusts as if the reassure herself of her purpose and then walked naked back into the room. The boy had done as much in at least undressing and was sitting on the bed with only a smile.

Time was a factor to Tiffany. She was not there for fun necessarily. She was not there for him. She was there for herself and her study. He was only a new devise. A means to knowledge. She didn’t say a word as she walked up to the boy and to her knees. His hard cock was in her mouth before words could be spoken. It was enough to make the boy tense and raise off the bed with lust, though she kept his cock secure in her mouth. She began to suck as hard as she could, wanting his first orgasm in her mouth soon. It was one of the lessons she needed. To know what the male ejaculate tasted like. She hoped it would be as sweet as she had imagined. Moments later she knew. He began to moan louder, telling her he was about to come as if she needed the warning. She became only more eager as she quickened the pace. She tasted his first blast barely, feeling it hit roughly at the base of her throat gagging her ever so slightly. She would not relent however, and slowed only after the last spurt had long since left. She held him in her mouth sucking all she could before removing his penis and savoring the seed. She rolled his load around her tongue to get full flavor before swallowing his load. Though the taste was not what she expected, she did love it. More than she had thought and smile up at him, opening her mouth to show him she was satisfied.

The boy was in a lustful fit as he needed to cum again. His demeanor was changing. To Tiffany’s surprise, he roughly pulled her up to her feet and threw her onto the bed. She was taken by his aggression, but offered no resistence. If she was to learn she figure she must learn it all, even the more vigorous and possibly undesired ends of sex. She felt him jam his fingers hard into her pussy. It was painful at first but she still made no resistence. He then positioned himself on top of her with his free hand on her throat, his other still pushing into her pussy.

"I’m going to fuck you hard now you little slut. No one has fucked you before. Not like this anyway." the boy yelled, gritting his teeth.

Tiffany only turned her head in distaste of his statements, showing no emotion but a squint of pain from the first thrust of his large cock into her pussy. He never slowed down as he thrusted harder and faster into her pussy. She gripped hard at the sheets and bit her lip not to scream. She secretly was beginning to love the feel and this new object was the best she had received into her snatch. He then began to suck and bite at her nipples roughly as she began to lose control. She finally screamed out and dug her nails into his back as she begged him to fuck her harder. The boy was now taken by the situation, realizing she like what he was doing despite his misunderstanding of it. He then decided it was time for the next step in his plan. He rose and harshly flipped Tiffany over onto her stomach. Before she knew his intent, his cock was digging into her asshole. She had though it would be unpleasant at first, as she had never had anything in her ass in all her self-studies, but soon began to relax and allow his cock entrance. He pushed even harder then, and did not stop until his cock was fully inside her ass. She had screamed out many times during the act but never to stop, only to go faster and harder. She wondered then why she had resisted this pleasure before. He pumped vigorously at her anus, raising himself up to allow for harder thrusts. He then pulled out, straddled the backside of her head and wiped his cock off in her long hair as he masturbated. His cum filled her hair as he matted it in with his hand after he was through. Tiffany lay motionless as he got dressed and left, saying only "Thank you slut" as he shut the door behind him. Tiffany lay motionless, breathing hard for several minutes. A smile of satisfaction was on her face. She knew her next move now and she though on it as she showered in the motel and got dressed to leave. The boy had taken her a few steps farther than she had planned and she was pleased by it all. Her next step was a big one, but one she knew she was ready to try.

The biker bar had a nasty reputation. It was filled with undesirables and known by woman to be a place to avoid. A rough establishment to say the least. She knew she was going to get fucked hard by many men and might not even have to say a word. Her dress and demeanor would say it all. She also knew that if things became to unpleasant she probably would be unable to stop it. It was a risk she was willing to take. She had worn a trench coat for the drive to hide her attire. She stepped out of the car as she parked right next to the front door. She then took the coat off revealing only a garter belt with a leather thong, a leather bra, and fishnet stockings running from mid-thigh down to her spike-heeled pumps. She was in all black, almost naked and wore thick makeup to complete the disguise. She was ravishingly beautiful and with her appearance, could have convinced even a devout priest to fuck her in the ass.

She could hear the noises of drunken men and loud music even before she opened the door. As she entered, the bar almost came to a stop as everyone looked her way. She did a turn as the door closed behind her to give everyone a look. She raised her arms above her head with a smile and showed off her body to the crowd. There was no turning back now. Her bare ass attracted a few whistles as she finished her turn and put her hands on her hips with an attitude and a smirk. The games would now begin. A fat man with a long beard was the first to approach. He must have been in his 50s as his beard was mostly gray and his face was weathered. He had on faded and dirty blue jeans and a button up shirt with a black leather vest and a black leather hat. He definitely looked the part of your classic biker as his steel pointed boots clanked on the floor as he approached.

"Little girl, have you lost your mind?" he asked.

She only looked at him with a smile and then crouched in the floor in front of him. He looked down at her as she placed her hand on his crotch, feeling his cock grow in her palm. She then unzipped his jeans and reached in, pulling his semi-hard cock free. He never said a word as she opened her mouth and took his cock in. He moaned a little as she began to suck. He tasted like stale piss and smelled like he hadn’t bathed in a week as she continued her business. It was not unpleasant for her however, she loved having cock in her mouth and found the whole thing overly erotic. She hadn’t noticed the other man come up behind her until she felt his hand on her ass, squeezing and rubbing roughly. She then rose up again, sticking her ass out to the man while never taking her mouth off the cock she was pleasuring. She heard the zipper and felt its steel as the second man pushed her thong to one side and slid his cock completely into her soaking wet pussy. Both men had only medium sized dicks, but were amusing nonetheless. She began to moan as the second man’s thrusts increased, causing her to take the first’s cock farther and deeper into her mouth as she sucked. The second man was removing her bra and fondling her budding breasts as the first man moaned and came into her mouth. It was as sweet as the last seed she had swallowed in the motel and she never relented until her pulled away. A little of his cum spilled from her mouth onto the floor, but she swallowed most of it before standing up. The man fucking her was thrusting hard where they stood and kissing her neck as he rubbed aggressively at her now bare tits. He came in her pussy and then pulled away as she felt it running down her thigh. She stopped it with her hand and brought it up to her mouth as her eyes scanned the room for her next subjects.

She noticed that many in the room had taken their cocks out and were rubbing them as they had watched her. She asked "Who’s next?" as she licked the last of the cum from her fingers. Everyone stood motionless as she finally found what she wanted. Standing next to each other were two well-hung men fondling their man hoods. They were younger than the first two she had already drained and looked to be perfect for her needs. At least her most immediate needs. Their cocks were thick and must have been ten inches long as she pointed in their direction and began to walk their way. She had only taken a few steps before she felt a hand grab her left tit and stop her. She never took her eyes off the two men she had started for, as this unexpected mystery man stopped her and pushed her head down toward his crotch. She was pleased to find a slightly larger cock than the first two pointing in her face as she took it into her mouth. She sucked hard and fast, keeping her eyes off the two men she had started for. She had never even looked up to the owner of the cock that was in her mouth to see what he looked like. She was after the first two and needed only to satisfy this one so she could continue her journey. The man came quickly and she swallowed and rose back up, walking again to the large cocks she desired.

As she reached them, she grabbed their cocks one in each hand and led them to a nearby pool table. She then released and had one of the men lay on the table with his cock high in the air.

"I want your cock in my pussy," she said pointing at the man on the pool table, "and I want your cock in my ass," pointing to the other who was standing next to her, "and I want them both right now." She then got up on the table and straddled the man, lowering her pussy down onto his cock. It was huge and fit snugly as she moaned with pleasure. She then looked back and pointed at her ass, letting the second man know it was time. She lay still as she felt a spit of saliva hit her asshole just before he pushed his cock fully inside her anus. Then the fucking began as they got into a rhythm. She was moaning uncontrollably now as the man under her sucked at her tits. She was being doubly penetrated by the two biggest cock she had yet seen and she was loving it. Inevitably it would end though as they both needed to come. She quickly rolled onto her back and hung her head over the side of the table as the two men positioned themselves on either side of her head. They were still jerking off when she felt another cock entering her pussy and beginning to fuck her hard. She was moaning again when the cum began to splash all over her gaping mouth, her lips, and her face. She was still swallowing and wiping cum to her mouth when she felt the man who had been fucking her cum all over her stomach. She then looked up to see a handsome, but dirty man jerking his cock and wiping it and his cum all over her stomach.

What happened next would be the finale of her study. She was still recovering when she heard a deep voice from toward the back of the room telling everyone to make way. The crowd quickly began to part as Tiffany got off the table to see who it was. She was in awe to see a huge black man walking her way. The people began to almost cheer his name as he came forward. "Johnny, Johnny!" the crowd yelled as he came closer. For the first time, Tiffany felt some concern as Johnny finally was before her. He was massive. He must have been close to seven feet tall and weighed at least three hundred pounds. He was an angry looking man with a powerful look. He had on jeans and boots with no shirt. Only a vest and a hat on his upper torso. He was very muscular and intimidating. Tiffany shuttered a little thinking what must be coming, but was excited at the same time. Tiffany was like a dwarf in comparison. And then Johnny unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. A shiver came over Tiffany as she felt a little light-headed just by first sight. His cock seemed unnatural. It was still flaccid, but even then must have been fifteen inches long and three inches wide! She though of running out of there and trying to get away, but she figured she would never make it. And even then, she was curious. What if she were to fuck this massive cock? She figured it would complete her findings on sex. She decided to stay as she became more and more excited.

"Suck on that you bitch!" Johnny said deeply. His voice scared her as much as the words.

"You must bes the dumbest bitch in the world to comes in here like that. You wants to get fucked huh? Well yous abouts to gets whats yous wants." he said.

He then grabbed his cock and pulled it up toward her face. She didn’t have to crouch very low to get into position. She slowly moved her mouth to his cock and took it’s head into her mouth. Just the head of his cock was enough to fill her mouth as she began to try and suck it. Her mouth was as wide as she could get it, and she gagged and drooled as he tried to stuff it in as far as he could. Her saliva was running from her mouth and slimily falling to the floor as Johnny’s cock grew. She could feel it growing and feared it would soon be too big to get out of her mouth. She pulled away with a pop and gasped for air as Johnny laughed.

"You ain’ts woman enuff yet for Johnny. But you wills be before you leaves here." He said.

"You can’t sucks it then you cans stroke it." He said looking down at her.

She looked up with tears in her eyes and began to stroke his massive cock. She was not sad or scared really, though concerns were there. She was crying because the cock had gagged her so much that her eyes were watering. Her thick mascara was smearing down her cheeks as the patrons of the bar laughed. Johnny wasn’t laughing though and his cock was getting ever bigger in her hand. When he was finally fully erect, he must have been eighteen or twenty inches long and four inches thick. And it got even thicker closer to the base. She could not nearly get her hand around it, and was stroking it with two hands, one on the end half and one on the base half.

"That’s good bitch, you best be ready now for the fuck of your life." Johnny said.

He then grabbed her with one giant hand and raised her to her feet. She was nervous with excitement as he turned her around and bent her over the pool table. She looked around best she could to see him lifting his massive cock up towards her cunt. She was amazed to see how far away he was from her still as she felt his cock press against her slit. It took up her entire entrance as he pushed it part way in. She gasped at the size of just his head in her pussy as she screamed. The crowd gave out a laugh as they knew there was much more to come. Johnny then gave a great thrust that pushed his cock about a quarter of the way in and forced Tiffany to slide across the table in pain. She screamed even louder but made no effort to escape as the crowd cheered. Her pussy felt completely stuffed and yet she knew there was much more cock to come. With a second, and more forceful thrust, Johnny was three-quarters in and had hit bottom. Tiffany’s pussy was completely full and could take no more. Johnny was inside full capacity and knew it was as far as he could get from past experience. Tiffany passed out from the pain and regained consciousness to find Johnny pumping his cock in and out of her. She could feel the fullness and the emptiness with each thrust and knew her pussy was as wide as it could ever go. She began to enjoy it after a while and then to love it. She was an animal and after a few minutes was begging Johnny to fuck her hard, to his and everyone else’s surprise. The men in the bar then took turns as Tiffany sucked each dick that presented itself. Much later, she must have sucked fifty cocks and Johnny was still fucking her hole. She had came at least twenty times and felt her pussy releasing squirts of cum with each wave. It was the best she could have imagined. The men began to jerk off all over her back until she was practically in a bath of cum. She was drenched from waist to head in cum and was begging for more as others came in her mouth. Every man in the bar had gotten off at least once if not more. Her stomach was full of jizz and she begged them to come back for more. Then she felt a wetness at her ass and looked back to see Johnny pull his cock out of her pussy and roughly jam it into her ass. She again screamed and the pain was tremendous, but the pleasure and lust had taken over and she only wanted more. She grabbed the nearest cock and stuffed it into her mouth to muffle her screams. To Johnny’s surprise, she was taking more of his cock into her ass than he though possible and it was quickly turning into the best fuck Johnny had ever had too.

After a few more minutes Johnny yelled out that he was going to cum and everyone moved away. Tiffany was sore, but got up off the table and positioned herself on the floor in front of Johnny as he jerked his cock. It was so big he had to hold it up with one hand and jerk it with the other so he could aim it at Tiffany’s face. She sat open-mouthed as Johnny began to cum. It was like a fire hose as Johnny let loose a never-ending stream of gooey white cum directly into her mouth. The load completely filled her mouth and she closed to swallow as a second load hit roughly on her cheek and in her eye. She jerked away as the force and the volume of his jizz amazed her. He wasn’t done yet as at least twelve more ropes of cum forced out of his huge cock and into her mouth and all over her face and tits. Even as he was finishing, cum continued to flow like a river from his cock and onto the floor. She took his cock and drank all of it she could before releasing it and letting it thud loudly against his leg as she fell back to the floor in exhaustion, gasping for air. To her surprise, everyone gave her a rousing ovation as if she had just won an award or something. In a way, she felt like she had. She smile and asked where the ladies room was and went to wash up.

Over the next few hours, she sat and drank with the boys and became friends with them all. She would suck off one of them every now and then if they asked, but she let her pussy and ass have the rest of the night off, at least while she was there. She had fulfilled her objective now she thought, and was ready to lead a more normal life again. Her curiosities were met with satisfaction. She just wandered if she could go back to a normal life now. Or at least how normal that life could be. What was normal anyway? Well, she was definitely coming back to this bar next weekend anyway. And she was going home with Johnny tonight. That now seemed very normal to her.

Rhianna then took off her belt and putting it around Todd’s neck, pulled him towards her as they kissed fully embracing each other against the wall.

Todd ripped off Rhianna’s skirt, stockings and top. He noticed how large her breasts were for such a young ‘innocent’ woman. They entered the shower again.

Christina and Rhianna felt each others beautiful bodies as Todd undid the teen’s lingerie. Finally she was naked.

“Bet you’ve dreamt of this” said Christina as she pressed her body against Rhianna and they groped. Christina stuck a finger up Rhianna and it came out drenched. “Oh she’s ready” she murmured lustfully.

Suddenly Christina and Rhianna got out of the shower and ran to the bedroom. Their stud followed and his jaw dropped at the sight of the two black beauties grappling and groping on the bed.

“Well aren’t you gonna join us?” said Christina. Todd ran and jumped onto the bed. Immediately Rhianna spread her legs seductively for him. “Give me some of that South Texas meat big boy”.

He mounted the horny teen and slammed his cock deep into her pussy making her yelp. Todd realised he had just broken her in. “Well you gotta lose it sometime” said Rhianna. Todd smiled and started pumping her.

As Todd fucked the sex symbol, Christina sat over Rhianna so she could suck on her breasts. Rhianna wrapped her legs around his back as she continued to get drilled into the bed. “Oh god! Oh sweet jesus! He’s incredible!” she shouted. Christina smiled at her and nodded acknowledging.

Todd was in ecstasy, boning the beauty and pulled Christina closer to him. She started licking his motioning cock making him moan, as he continued to fuck Rhianna senseless.

“Oh! Oh baby! Do me harder baby!” shouted Rhianna. Christina knelt down to suck on her nipples as Todd felt his cum rise.

His thrusts got more violent, and Rhianna was begging him to stop, which only turned him on even more. “Aah! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” said Todd. Rhianna’s whole body bucked and she came all over the bed.

Todd suddenly withdrew his dick and Christina reading his mind grabbed Rhianna as they knelt down on the floor facing each other, with their sexy legs interlocking.

Christina and Rhianna looked up, eyes closed and holding their breasts upwards as Todd came all over their horny bodies, spilling cum all over their breasts and thighs. The last jets of spunk hit each of the babes on their hair and faces as he emptied himself.

Todd wiped his cum covered cock on Rhianna’s face, while Christina licked it clean before the trio gathered in an exhausted huddle on the floor.

TO BE CONTINUED

"It's great to see you, too, Sister," Teresa replied.  "I hope to visit with you this evening, if you can spare some time?"

"I'd like that," the nun replied.  "But I'm afraid I will be engaged with the new girls.  I have been assigned to mentor and guide them for the first couple of weeks."

Teresa was disappointed.  She had been eagerly looking forward to this first night back, and spending a few long hours in the bed of her sponcer and favorite nun.  She had been with Sister Naomi on many occasions the previous year and had learned so much about her body, as well as the nun's. 

"I do have a surprize for you, though," the nun smiled.  "I've talked with Father Lukas and he would like to see you this evening, after the meal, to discuss your noviceship."

Teresa was delighted.  "Oh, that's so wonderful!  Then I can start the year in the grays?"  She was eager to put on the gray and white outfit of a novice nun.  Her status among the other students would be hightened.  She would also have many more priveledges.

"I'm sure that's what he'll tell you, dear."  Sister Naomi gave her a second, warm hug before ushering her onto the bus with the others.  Once they had travelled the four miles up the winding trail high into the valley, they came to park in front of the main entrance.  "St. Sebastiens Monastary and Catholic School of Theological Studies" was carved onto a large stone proclaiming the facility's purpose.  The students had filed out and were being separated into two groups.  Sister Naomi took the six new students, including all four boys, aside to be taking to the reception hall for a short briefing on the facility and its rules.  The remaining ten girls, all former students returning to continue their studies, went with Sister Eunice directly to the student quarters.  All of them would be bunking in chambers of four girls each for their stay.

Teresa was roomed with three girls she knew.  Rachel and Anna were a year younger than her, and Rebekah was two.  All four of them were in the novice studies program, although Teresa was the farthest along.  Rachel was from Savanah, Georgia, with long, curly blonde hair and a full body.  She was curvy and a little plumper than Teresa remembered.  Her breasts had also filled out greatly since the spring.  Anna was from Lansing, Michigan, the daughter of an automobile industry executive.  She was quiet, though always aware of the conversations around her.  She had straight brown hair, was smallish for her age in build and height, and gave Teresa the impression of a fairy-tale harpy.  Rebekah was the talker of the bunch, never seeming to run out of stories to tell or opinions to express.  She was of average height and build for her age, with strawberry-blonde hair and bright blue eyes.  Of the four, Teresa was tallest, and had the biggest breasts at 36d.  If there was one thing Teresa noticed about a woman, or girl, it was their breasts.

After spending a couple hours catching up with each other, and putting things away in their small cubboards and dressers, the four girls went together to evening prayer, and then dinner.  After, Sister Claudia, one of the school's executive secretaries, came to retrieve Teresa.

Teresa was ushered in to Father Lukas' elaborate office, where the elder priest greeted her warmly.  Father Lukas had met with a few of the Order's sisters to gage the young woman's acceptance.  He had learned from Sister Naomi about the carnel desires the nun had awakened within the girl, and she felt that Teresa was ready and would accept him, as well as the teachings of the Order, with open arms, and thighs.  Father Lukas was eager to taste the freshness of young Teresa as he returned behind his desk and asked her to be seated.

"To know God fully, one must also know Satan, fully," he began.  "Only a select few throughout history have fully grasped each, and come to be able to use that which was learned, for the betterment of all.  I have taken on this role, as spiritual leader of the Order of Quirini-Zacaria, not because I know both sides of lust fully.  Heavens, no.  I am learning more every day, as I hope you will, should you desire to take this path, my child."

"Sister Naomi has told me much about what it is to be a sister of the Order, Father," Teresa said.

"I doubt you have but a minute idea of what you could learn, and experience, within the Order.  Sister Naomi is but a meer child herself within the Order, and she has been with us for five years!  It takes a lifetime of learning the sins of the flesh, the ecstacy of release, the passions of desire, to even scratch the surface of what can be unearthed within the very depths of your own lustful soul."  Father Lukas stood and moved to sit upon the short sofa that ran along the west wall.  "Come, my daughter, stand before me and show me yourself."

Teresa stood before him, under his gaze.  Embarassment began to warm her cheeks.  After a long, silent minute, he told her to turn her back to him, and once she had, silence once again filled the office.  After another minute, Father Lukas said, "The center of creation, of God's point of touch upon mankind, is also the center of sin.  The place within a woman's body where we are all given the spark of life by God, is also the place where Satan has the greatest influence upon mankind."

Teresa jumped, startled, as she felt Father Lukas' hands upon her backside.  He began to rub her assglobes, caressing them, through the fabric of her school-issued panties, beneath the dark blue skirt she wore.  She sighed as his fingers dug strongly into her flesh, his hands squeezing the cheeks of her ass strongly.  He continued this for many minutes, until finally he told her, "Turn around, my daughter, and kneel before me."

Teresa was shocked at the sight before her when she did.  She knelt before Father Lukas, and his long, strong, erect cock, which stood out of the front of his trousers.  She admired its girth, knowing it to be nearly twice the size of any of the boys' cocks she'd seen in the past.  The purple knob atop the shaft was pulsing, and a clear drop of liquid had leaked from the pee-hole.  She was mesmerized by the sight, just a couple feet away from her.

"To be the bride of God, as all women of the cloth are," he began, "she must be willing to give all that she is to Him, to His teachings, and to those within whom He has given the task of leading the flocks unto the promised paradise of heaven.  A man of God, a priest, and a woman of God, a novice, must consumate the wedding in the flesh, as the woman of God consumate's her soul unto Him."  Father Lukas then stood before her prostate form, his cock only a few inches from her bowed head.  "Arise," he commanded, and she did.

Father Lukas then began uttering a prayer, barely audible to Teresa, and began to disrobe her.  As the long prayer ended, she stood before him totally naked.  Her brown nipples stuck proudly up from her rapidly rising and falling breasts as she awaited what was to come next. 

He silently lay her out upon the sofa on her back.  "The rod of creation is embedded within the male cock," he explained as he began to remove his trousers.  "To love God's gift of creation, a gift mankind alone has the power to consumate, you must love a man's cock."  He moved closer to her, aiming his hardened manhood towards her face.  "Will you, daughter Teresa, accept my cock with all the love you have for God, as if it were God's own phallis?"

"Yes, Father," she murmered softly with a nod of her head, although her eyes were now locked onto the purple knob, wavering just inches from her.  "I will accept your cock as I would accept God's."

"Kiss the cockhead of your Lord," he commanded.  Teresa did, feeling the soft sponginess on her lips.  And then again.  And then, as she started to kiss it for a third time, Father Lukas humped his hips forward and pushed a full three inches of cock into her startled mouth.  He held his cock there, forcing her head back.  She gulped and hummed as she began tonguing his cock.  He found her ample breasts with his hands and began to fondle and squeeze them.  He pulled at her hardening nipples to feel the weight of her tits hanging from his fingers.  Teresa groaned around his cock, sending waves of pleasure through him.

"That's it, my child.  Sing unto the praises of the sinful flesh!  Sing upon my cock as though you were singing to the Lord."  Teresa moaned and hummed as his cock slipped along her tongue, back and forth with the motions of his hips.

After a few minutes, Father Lukas then moved to sit upon the sofa and had Teresa kneel before him once again.  This time, she was instructed to worship his cock as though saying prayer, to moan the Prayer of the Rosary as she bobbed her mouth up and down the full length of his manhood.  She did as best as she could, but could only manage to take about half of his cock into her mouth before the touch of it at the back of her throat caused her to gag.  He knew she would in time learn to accept him fully into her throat, as so many before her had.

Next, Father Lukas positioned Teresa on her hands and knees on the sofa and began to show her how a man of God speaks his own love for the center of creation.  He licked at her warm pussy folds, from anus to clitorus, up and down her ass crack, across her tightly puckered anus, and finally into her viginal vaginal slot.  It took him some time to begin to draw juices from her tight hole, but once Teresa's cream began to flow, her cries of desire filled the office, and drove Father Lukas on.

He licked and sucked at the teen-ager's pussy until she was writhing about, moaning in lustful pleasure.  He had to hold on tight to her hips in order to continue orally pleasing her.  Finally, with a gut-deep groan, Teresa's body convulsed into a series of spasms.  Her orgasm had exploded through her as never before.  Even with Sister Naomi, she had never felt such a strong release.

Father Lukas released her hips and she collapsed onto the sofa.  He gently rolled her onto her back and spread her thighs.  The dark hairs of her pubic mound were matted with saliva and girl-cream.  Her chest heaved as she gasped for breath after the intense orgasm he'd given her.

"Open yourself to me," he said gently.  She knew instinctively what he meant and spread her legs wide, exposing herself fully to his gaze.  Her pussy lips were bright red and pulsing gently within the tangle of her pubic hairs.  His need for her was overwhelming.

He positioned himself between her open thighs, his cock in hand and aimed at the center of her soul.  He began to recite a series of prayers that she would learn were from the Order's sacred teachings.  She barely heard a word of any of it as he leaned closer and touched the head of his cock to the entrance of her vagina.  Her senses seemed to spin within her head as his cock began to slowly open her up.

Father Lukas felt the resistance of her hyman, just as he should, at he spoke the words, "...and within the womb of Woman, God and Satan become one!"  With that, he thrust his hips downward, ramming his cock through her hyman in a single, powerful, flesh-tearing stroke. 

"Aaaahhhh!" Teresa cried out beneath his assault.  Her body exploded in agony as his cock plunged deep into her.  Her eyes flooded with tears as the pain of his entrance overwhelmed her.  She tried to push him off of her, to crawl out from beneath him, to force his cock from her body, but all was to no availe.  Father Lukas was now fully within her, pinning her down beneath his weight, as he recited a strong, powerful prayer in Latin.

"Uunng, oohh sshhhhhhh!" she groaned beneath him.  He body trembled.  She could feel a warm stickiness dribbling down her ass crack and she knew it was her own blood.  She cried out again, "Aaaooowww!" as his hips began to showly rise to pull the impaler from her.  Just as she began to feel the relief of his removal, Father Lukas again thrust deep into her with his cock.

"Oooohhhh!" she grunted again, and again, as he began to slowly ride his long, thick manhood in and out of her torn and tortured body.  And as suddenly as the pain had hit her, it began to receed.  Another three slow pistoning thrusts of hic cock into her and Teresa began to feel the first tingles of pleasure ignite within her lions.  She was being fucked by a man who loved her, who cared for her, and who wanted her to become closer to God than she could ever get on her own.

Within minutes, Teresa was welcoming Father Lukas' trusts with her own rising hips.  He began to fuck her with ever stronger thrusts until he was driving hard and deep into her body, and she was begging for more.  "Uuunnnggg, yes, Father!  Ooohh, yes!  Yes!  More!  I want to learn moooore!"

Teresa's body spasmed as her first cock-induced orgasm flooded from her cunt.  Juices spewed with every thrust of Father Lukas' cock from her body.  The scent of her sex filled the office and drove both on.  His heavy balls slapped across her gooy anus rhythmically, and loudly with every thrust into her shaking body.

Teresa was feeling the pleasures of lust and sin flow through her soul, from deep with in her mind where animal instinct was buried, to expel out through the folds of her labia in a creamy gush of pleasures she could never describe to any who had never experienced them.  She knew, even as the waves of orgasm washed over her, that Father Lukas, and the Order, were indeed the only path to understanding her own desires, her own lusts, her own flesh.

Father Lukas saw the emotions Teresa felt within her eyes.  He knew she was his, to do with as he pleased.  Teresa was now and forever one of his flock of obedient sex-sheep.  The heat of his lions grew ever higher as he pounded the young woman's pussy relentlessly.  He knew it was time for his own release.

Quickly, Father Lukas dismounted from Teresa.  She groaned as his cock left her agape and leaking.  Her pussy tingled from his assault.  "You must now consume the seed of creation," he explained.  "Open your mouth, my child, and take upon your tongue the seed of life, the semen of God!"

Teresa opened her mouth wide and Father Lukas placed the pulsing head ontp her tongue, even as the first jet of hot, thick cum erupted.  "Aaauugghh!  Yes, oh yes!"  Her mouth was quickly filled to overflowing as his cum shot out.  She tasted the thick, salty flavor of his cum and gagged as it began to trickle down her throat.  She had no choice but to swallow, and the warmth that she felt as the mouthful of cum slid down her throat added to the heat of her lust.  She wrapped her lips tightly around his cockhead and sucked his cum as a leetch would suck blood.  The taste and texture of his load on her tongue was addictive, and Teresa knew she would never get enough cum, no matter how many cocks she would suck for the rest of her life.

Father Lukas could sense Teresa's craving as it built within the girl's soul.  He had seen it within many of the young nuns of the Order that he had personnal initiated.  He was never as pleased as he was the first time his seed was swallowed by a young novice.  It was what he knew God had placed him on the Earth to do.

When Teresa had dressed and left for her quarters, nearly two hours had passed.  Her body ached, her pussy lips were swollen, and she leaked blood, cum, and her own juices down the insides of her thighs as Sister Claudia escorted her to the showers, and then on to her chambers.  The other girls were already asleep when she climbed into her bunk.  She had been told not to talk of her meeting with Father Lukas to any who were not of the Order by Sister Claudia, who then kissed her warmly in Sisterly welcome before closing the door behind her as she left.

            He let his eyes slide closed and fell easily back into a slumber. She stared down at him, his face relaxed in sleep. God, he’s so beautiful, she thought as she let her fingertips run lightly down his bare arm. Why does he have to be such an ass, she wondered.

            “God, Val, you’re going soft,” she whispered to herself as she rose from the bed. With one last glance back she left the room. As she passed through the bathroom she realized she really was being lax with him. He hasn’t called me mistress in days, she realized.

            “Well, that’s going to change,” she stated firmly, locking the door and resetting the alarm when she left.

            She padded silently down the long hallway to her own suite to shower and change.

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            Conner awoke with a start. He sat up and stared around the empty room wondering what had awakened him. Finally, he picked out the soft sound of running water from the next room. Apparently, someone was filling the tub. He laid back and closed his eyes, wondering when this nightmare would end. His hands went once more to the collar around his neck and he fingered it slowly, trying to find a way to get it off. After several minutes he gave up again. He couldn’t even find a seam in the damn thing.

            The bedroom door opened and Cree stepped into the room. He stared silently at Conner for several seconds before finally motioning to him.

            “Come, you need to bathe.”

            Conner slowly climbed from the bed and padded across the room. Cree followed him at a discreet distance. The tub was filled with hot water as Conner had surmised. He climbed down the steps and sat on the bench, letting the hot water soak into his bruised skin. Finally, he began to wash. Cree busied himself with tidying the room as Conner washed the evidence of the night’s events from his body. When he was finished he climbed from the tub and toweled off. Cree fastened a leash to his collar and led him back to the small cell he’d been confined in the day before. Once here, Cree removed his leash and turned to leave.

            “Wait,” Conner called to him.

            Cree turned to look at him with curiosity.

            “How – how long am I going to be here?”

            “Until the Mistress wants you,” Cree answered and disappeared through the door.

            Conner stared around at his surroundings in frustration and started to pace. Finally, he settled on the mat and leaned into the corner. What seemed like hours later, Cree appeared again with a tray of sandwiches and a glass of soda water. He set them on the floor next to the mat and left again. Conner stared at the offering for several minutes before he finally reached out and took one of the sandwiches and started to eat. He picked at the sandwiches as he ate and slowly sipped at the soda water. When he finished his meal he put the empty glass on the tray and pushed it aside.

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            Valerie watched Conner in his small cell, staring at him intently. She studied his profile as he silently ate his meal then leaned back into the corner when he had finished. He made her wet just watching him, knowing she owned him, he belonged to her. She knew she had to come up with a fitting punishment for his behavior, she just hadn’t thought of anything yet. One thing she had decided, no matter how hard it would be, he had to spend the night alone. Even though she wanted him in her more than anything, she knew she was spoiling him and that had to stop. She would spend the evening alone – and so would he.

            His punishment would begin tomorrow, she finally decided. It would have to be something degrading, humiliating for him, something to hurt that fucking ego of his. Damn, she suddenly remembered, Sarah and Joy were supposed to come for afternoon tea tomorrow.

            “That’s perfect though,” she mumbled to herself. They can see him, see him being punished, she thought. “What’s something men always want to do to women?” she wondered aloud as she prowled around the room, staring at the monitor, watching him. “Crotch ropes,” she answered herself. “Well, pet, I’ll devise my version for you.” She smiled wickedly at the monitor.

-----

            Conner had no idea how long he had sat alone in the tiny room. He got up and started to pace again when the door opened. Turning, he saw Cree enter with another tray. This one held a bowl of soup, a small steak – already cut – and a glass of white wine. Cree set the tray down and retrieved the empty tray then left the room again without saying a word. Conner stared at the new tray for a moment before sitting down on the mat and helping himself to the meal. Once again, when he finished he pushed the tray aside and leaned into the corner, staring around the small room. Several minutes after Conner had finished his meal Cree retrieved the tray and started out of the room.

            “What’s going on?” Conner asked.

            “What do you mean?” Cree replied.

            “How much longer am I going to be here?”

            “This is your room. You’ll stay here until the Mistress sends for you.” Cree turned and left the room without another word.

            “Damn it!” Conner slammed his fists into the mat. “What the hell am I supposed to do in here all fucking day?”

            He got to his feet and started to pace. Every so often he would pause to smack his fisted hand against a wall or the door. Finally, his anger and frustration spent, he collapsed onto the mat and laid down.

            Valerie watched his antics with amusement. She was concerned he might hurt himself when he slammed his fists into the wall but he didn’t seem to notice any pain so she let him go. When he finally settled on the mat she smiled to herself. She reached out to gently caress his face on the monitor.

            “Just wait until tomorrow, pet,” she whispered.

-----

            Conner sat staring at the door, waiting for it to open. When Cree finally arrived Conner jumped to his feet and started forward.

            “Stay back,” Cree warned.

            “I want out of here,” Conner growled at him.

            “Too bad. Now sit down.”

            Conner stared at him malevolently until he produced a remote from his pants pocket. He held it up for Conner to see then smiled evilly.

            “Sit down,” he ordered.

            Conner hesitated then slowly backed away and sat down on the mat. Cree grinned at him.

            “Good boy,” he teased.

            Cree set the tray he carried on the floor and slid it across to Conner then left the room. The tray held bacon and eggs with a large glass of juice. He stared down at it in disgust and shoved it away.

            Valerie watched the exchange with interest. She frowned when she saw him push the tray away and refuse to eat. After several hours he still hadn’t touched the food so she went to his room herself. It was time to remind him of his station.

            Conner looked sideways at the door without moving his head. He was surprised to see her instead of the hulking keeper who’d been taunting him. Still he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of knowing he was glad it was her instead of Cree.

            “You know you’ve misbehaved too much lately. You ignore my rules, you refuse to eat and you’re rude to Cree. This has to stop.”

            “I’m not your fucking slave!” He got to his feet as he shouted at her angrily.

            She stepped away from the door, her hands behind her back, her emerald suite clinging to her body seductively.

            “Yes, you are. I bought and paid for you. You are my property now! I own you!” She stared up at him in defiance as he towered over her. “On your knees, now.”

            “Fuck you!”

            He immediately felt the sharp needles of pain around his neck, arcing through his body. His hands went to his collar as he sank to his knees, gasping for air. He clawed at the collar, trying desperately to pull the thing off, to stop the pain. He bent over at the waist, his head touching the floor. A low moan finally escaped from his throat and the pain disappeared. He panted, gasping for air. Slowly, he sat back on his heels and stared at her with eyes full of hate.

            “You belong to me. You will obey me, pet. I’ve been far too lax with you. You’ve been ignoring my rules and it stops today. You will be punished today for your bad behavior over the last few days. If you learn your lesson well you will only be punished today. If, however, you are slow to learn, you will be punished again tomorrow and the next day and the next, for however long it takes. Do you understand?”

            He stared up at her, refusing to answer. She pressed the remote again and pain tore through him. He grabbed at the collar and stared up at her. Sweat beaded across his body. Finally, she released the remote and his hands fell away from the collar.

            “Do you understand?” she asked again.

            “Yes,” he hissed.

            “Yes, what?” she demanded.

            “Yes, Mistress,” he ground out.

            “That’s better.”

            The door opened and Cree stepped into the room. She handed the remote to him as he passed something to her then she walked around Conner. Leaning over him, she pulled Conner’s hands behind his back and quickly tied his wrists together. She smacked him hard on the ass.

            “Sit up,” she demanded.

            He sat up, moving off his legs. She kicked his knees further apart and ran the rope she used to tie his wrists together between his legs.

            “Don’t move,” she warned him then walked around him to stand in front of him. She slowly knelt down and grasped the rope then used it to tie around his balls and cock, separating them. He fought back a groan as she tightened the rope around him, pulling it hard through his ass crack. When she was finished with the rope she turned back to Cree. He handed her a black zippered full-face mask. She pulled it over Conner’s head and zipped it into place. There were eye holes and holes for his nose so he could breath but the hole where his mouth should be was zipped closed. “You will spend the day with me while I work and receive guests. You will remain on your knees throughout the day.” She held up the long end of the rope tied around his cock and balls. “This is your leash for the day.” She gave it a gentle tug, drawing a grunt from him. “Do you understand?”

            He mumbled a reply that was barely audible through the mask. She smiled down at him and patted his head.

            “Good boy, pet.” She turned from him and started out of the room when Cree opened the door for her. He had no choice but to follow since she still had a firm grip on the rope that was now attached to his prick.

Moving forward as quickly as he could on his knees he followed her from the room. He watched her hips sway as she walked ahead of him down the long hall to the elevator. While they rode down three flights in the elevator she played idly with his nipples. When it stopped and the doors slid open she stepped out, tugging on his leash. She led him to an exquisitely decorated office where she planted herself behind a large oak desk. He was relieved when she sat down realizing that meant rest for him. She worked quietly at her computer for several hours then finally turned to stare at him. Her right hand reached out to tweak his nipples.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about piercing these,” she murmured as she pinched his nipples.

He looked up at her with horror in his eyes, trying to lean away from her touch.

“Would you prefer I pierce something else?” she asked, her hand snaking down his body to grasp his cock.

His head shook savagely from side to side while he mumbled wildly behind the mask. She stared down at him in silence for a moment then laughed gaily, drawing her hand back up his body, raking her fingernails over his skin lightly.

“You’re such a baby, pet.” She glanced at her watch then turned her attention back to him. “It’s almost time for my visitors to arrive. We’re having company for tea.”

He moaned through the mask. She ignored him as she got to her feet and tugged on his leash, leading him toward the door.

“Come along, pet.”

She led him down a short hallway to a luxuriously furnished sitting room. Crossing the room, she chose to sit in a tall, high-backed arm chair. He sat back on his heels and waited, wondering what would happen next, remembering the last time she had guests. When the doorbell chimed he jerked noticeably, drawing a light chuckle from her.

“You really need to calm down, pet,” she commented lightly, locking his leash around the arm of the chair.

Cree entered the room with a striking blonde woman on his heels. Val rose from her seat and met the woman halfway across the room. The two hugged warmly for a moment.

“What on earth do you have?” the blonde asked as they separated. She stared intently at Conner’s bound form.

“He’s my new pet,” Val replied. “What do you think?”

“I think I want one.” She stalked around him, letting her hands slide over his shoulders to squeeze his muscular arms. “He’s gorgeous. Why’s he leashed like that?”

“He refuses to obey my rules so he’s being punished.”

“Oh, God, Val!” she cried when she knelt in front of him and reached for his cock. “He’s built in every way.”

“Stop! You’ll make him worse than he already is.”

They laughed as the blonde got to her feet and they both turned toward the door where Cree showed a brunette into the room.

“Sorry I’m late – what on earth?” She gave each woman a quick hug and headed straight for Conner.

“He’s my new pet. He refuses to behave so he’s being punished.”

“Where can I get one?” she cried, staring lewdly at Conner’s exposed body.

“Sorry, you’ll have to find your own, Sarah. Let’s have tea, shall we, ladies?”

Cree brought in a cart with a teapot and cups with several small cakes and cookies. Conner stared at the women with a mixture of hatred and hunger as he watched them enjoy the food and one another’s company. When they finished Val suddenly seemed to notice him again.

“Pet, would you like to join us?” she asked sweetly.

He stared silently at her. She rose from her seat on the settee across the room and strode forward, toward him. Reaching out, she freed his leash from the chair arm and led him across the room. She positioned him in the center of their little circle and fastened his leash around the arm of another chair.

“He really is built, Val,” Sarah commented.

“He’s certainly easy on the eyes,” the blonde commented.

“Thank you, Joy,” Val replied. “I’ve been thinking about having his nipples pierced. What do you ladies think?”

“Oh, no, Val, don’t ruin him,” Sarah cried, reaching out to run her hands over his chest.

“Piercings might be fun,” Joy commented slowly. “But I think you should leave him like he is. He doesn’t need anything to make him look better. He’s gorgeous just as he is.”

The three women stared openly at Conner’s nude and bound form.

“I don’t know,” Val said slowly. “Maybe…”

“Can we feed him?” Joy asked.

Val eyed Conner suspiciously. Slowly, she pulled a remote from her pocket and laid it on the table where he could see it.

“Will you behave yourself, pet?”

He stared at the remote and slowly shook his head up and down. She reached out to pat his ass.

“Good boy,” she commented before opening the zipper locking the mask closed over his mouth. Once it was open she leaned down and pressed her lips against his, snaking her tongue inside his mouth. When she finally pulled away, they were both a bit breathless.

“Goodness, he excites easily doesn’t he?” Joy asked.

They all looked down to see his prick stiffening. Val took one of the cookies from the tray and offered it to him. He obediently opened his mouth and she gingerly fed it to him. Sarah followed Val’s actions and carefully fed him another cookie.

“God, he has beautiful eyes,” she commented as he chewed the cookie she had given him.

Joy offered him another cookie and, although he really didn’t want it, he accepted it and chewed it slowly. Val filled a cup half full and stared into his eyes as he ate.

“Do you like sugar with your tea, pet?”

“No, Mistress,” he whispered.

She smiled at him. “What about cream?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Very well,” she replied and raised the cup to his lips. She carefully tilted it up so he could sip from it.  When he moved his head slightly to indicate he was finished with the tea she moved the cup back to the table.

Her visitors fed him a few more cookies then said their goodbyes and made their exits. She saw him studying her as she walked back to him across the room. Sitting down on the settee again she stared at him in silence for a moment. She reached out to run her right hand over his chest when she finally spoke.

“You did very well, pet. I’m proud of you.”

He remained silent, staring at her malevolently. She smiled down at him.

“You hate me right now, don’t you?”

“Hate is a strong word, Mistress.”

She laughed brightly as she removed the hood covering his head and face then tossed it aside. “You can say it, pet. I give you free reign to answer my question. You hate me right now, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Because I hate you and what you did to my husband,” she spat out. “You deserve this treatment, Conner and you know it.”

“I may have ordered people killed but I never humiliated anyone.”

“But you caused incalculable grief and pain.”

He sighed heavily, staring up at her. “I’m sorry, Valerie, I never –”

The words were knocked from his mouth when the back of her hand connected with his temple almost knocking him over. He stumbled on his knees until he caught himself and managed to steady himself without falling. He glared at her, his head throbbing.

“Don’t you ever use my name, you bastard!”

She left her seat and strode from the room without looking back.

-----

Conner turned his head, looking over his shoulder to see who had entered the room. He was surprised to see Val walking toward him. She had changed into a long, black evening dress which clung to her curves and displayed her ample bosom  It was slit high up the left leg. Watching her, he could feel himself growing hard. When she drew near she reached out and grasped his leash, freeing it from the chair arm.

“Get up. We’re going to dinner.” She tugged on his leash and turned on her heel.

He stumbled to his feet and hurriedly followed her from the room. She led him to a massive dining room where a long table was set for a formal affair. When they stopped next to a chair on one side of the table he stared down at her in bewilderment.

“Sit down,” she said.

He did as he was told, wincing as the rope cut into his ass and pulled on his genitals. She knelt in front of him and quickly cuffed his ankles to the chair legs then pulled a knife from the table and cut the rope from around his cock and balls and tossed it away. Quickly tying a new rope around his genitals she stretched the ends of the rope up around his waist and around the chair, tying him in place. Then she moved behind him and cut the rope binding his hands. Once his hands were free she shoved the chair in toward the table. When she had him place where she wanted him she moved to sit in the chair directly across from him on the other side of the table. As soon as she was seated their meal was served.

They ate the first course in silence. He enjoyed the food. It was definitely better than the sandwiches, soup and steak he’d been given thus far. As they started the second course she finally broke the silence that lay heavily between them.

“You have been rude to my staff, you attacked me and you refuse to call me Mistress. These are things I cannot tolerate. This is why you are being punished today. The punishments will continue until you decide to cooperate. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied softly.

She stared at him in surprise, her fork halfway to her mouth. She studied him for several minutes then finally took the bite of food she held aloft. As she chewed she continued to study him.

“Don’t try to con me,” she finally warned him.

“I’m not, Mistress.”

“We’ll see,” was all she said as she stared at him through narrowed eyes.

They continued their meal in silence. As they ate she would tease him by running her bare foot up his leg to his groin where she would then use her toes to play with his prick. The first time she did this he jerked noticeably, drawing a chuckle from her. When they finally finished their meal, she shoved her plate aside and stared at him brazenly. Slowly, she got up from her seat and moved around to his side of the table. She pulled his chair away from the table and straddled his lap, letting the slit in the side of her dress fall open. He was surprised to find that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Well, pet, you seem to be interested in what you see,” she teased. “Would you like to go upstairs and play?”

He stared up at her wondering if he should answer her question. She reached out to pinch his nipples when he didn’t respond.

“Would you?” she demanded.

“Yes, Mistress.”

She reached across the table and picked up a small remote then dropped it into the bodice of her gown. Before turning back to him she plucked a knife from the table then turned around and wrapped her arms around him to cut the rope away from the chair. She got to her feet and laid the knife back on the table, well out of his reach, then knelt in front of him and freed his ankles. She gripped the ends of the rope that was still tied around his cock and balls and tugged lightly.

“Come along, pet.”

He got to his feet and followed her to the elevator. They rode in silence up to the third floor. When the doors opened they had arrived in a familiar hallway. She led him through the large bathroom to the mirrored bedroom. They climbed up on the dais the bed sat on but she led him to the foot of the bed instead of the side of the bed. She positioned him at the middle of the foot of the bed, facing the bed,.and tied the ends of the rope she had used as a leash to the metal footboard. She left him standing in place for a moment then returned with more ropes. She pushed against his shoulders until he bent forward over the footboard with his face almost touching the mattress.

“Stay down there,” she instructed him.

Then she took his left arm and tied an end of one piece of rope around his wrist and stretched his arm out toward the bedpost. She tied his arm in place and moved to his other side to do the same. Then she repeated the process with his ankles, spreading his feet wide. Once she had him tied in place she removed the rope from around his prick and balls, tossing it aside. She disappeared again for several minutes. He tried to look over his shoulder to see where she was but he couldn’t tell where she had gone or what she was doing, he could only hear the rustling of her dress.

Suddenly, he felt her hands on his back, rubbing in slow circles up and down his back. Her hands worked their way down to his hips where she kneaded and squeezed his buttocks.

“God, pet, you have a wonderful ass,” she commented in a soft voice. “I bet it’s a virgin ass too, isn’t it?”

“Wh-what?”

He felt something cold hit his ass, her fingers working it in around his anal ring. He tried in vain to pull away from her, drawing a cackle from her.

“You’d better relax, pet, or this could really hurt.”

He felt something pushing against his asshole. Struggling, he tried to keep the invader out but it was relentless and slowly pushed its way inside his bowel. He clenched his jaw and moaned low in his throat. Her hands gripped his hips tightly as she shoved a thin strap-on dildo up his ass. Once she had it in she started to work it in and out, ass-fucking him with it.

“Ohhhh, God, pet. You’re so fucking tight. You are an ass virgin, aren’t you?”

He ignored her taunts and rolled his hands into fists, gripping his restraints tightly.

“I love your fucking ass, pet,” she purred as she plunged in and out of him, her hands gripping his hips tightly. “The best part is the other end of the fucking dildo is inside me, pet. You’re fucking me while I’m ass fucking you!”

She bit off her laugh as she started to orgasm. Her fingernails cut into his skin where she gripped his hips. Suddenly, she rammed the dildo up his ass and wrapped her arms around his waist, squeezing him tightly as she screamed in pleasure. He squeezed his eyes closed and prayed for it to end. Finally, she pulled out of his ass and removed the dildo, tossing it aside. She climbed onto the bed and spread her legs, thrusting her wet pussy under his face.

“Lick me,” she demanded. “Make me cum again.”

When she got no response, she grabbed a handful of his dark hair and shoved his face into her hot, wet cunt.

“Eat me!”

He still refused to obey her. She reached out and grabbed the nearest tool at hand. It turned out to be a flogger. She swung it over his back, swatting him hard with it.

“Lick me! Eat me!” she demanded, striking him with the flogger with each command.

He refused. She jerked his head up and down with the hand she had tangled in his hair and struck him with the flogger with the other hand, screaming at him. Finally, exhausted by her efforts, tears flowing, she tossed the flogger away and crawled away from. She curled up in a fetal position at the head of the bed, ignoring her prisoner, still tied at the foot of the bed. Sobbing into the pillows she eventually tired herself out and fell into a slumber. Conner watched her through his lashes. When he realized that she was asleep he started to pull at his bonds. It took him almost an hour but he eventually managed to get his right wrist free. Then his left wrist quickly followed. Once his hands were free he quickly released his ankles.

He wiped his face on the coverlet of the bed then silently moved away from the bed and stretched his tired and sore muscles. Then he stood and stared at his tiny tormentor, still sleeping on one corner of the bed. He quietly walked around the edge of the bed and climbed back up on the dais. Watching her carefully, he climbed back up onto the bed next to her. Cuddling close, he spooned her against him and gently kissed her exposed neck. He let his lips move along her neck to her shoulder as his right hand slipped between her arms to tease her nipples.

She moaned lightly and shifted her position. He used the opportunity to pull her tighter into his arms, slipping his left arm under her. His right hand slid down between her legs to tease her pussy while his left hand tenderly pinched and twisted her nipples. He kissed and nipped along her neck. Suddenly, she stiffened in his arms and he knew she had awakened.

“Shhh,” he whispered. “Let me take care of you.”

“Wh –”

He stopped her questions by covering her mouth with his, letting his tongue snake in between her teeth to tease hers. She moaned low in her throat in response. His hands continued to manipulate her body as he turned her and moved on top of her, carefully positioning himself between her legs. When he tried to push his hard cock between her pussy lips, he felt no resistance so he continued to push. He felt her arch up to meet him and pushed all the way in. She pulled her mouth away from him and clutched his hips to her.

“Oh, God, yessss,” she cried.

He chewed on her neck while his hands played with her tits and clit, driving her wild beneath him, as he pumped in and out of her velvet tunnel. Her fingernails dug into his ass cheeks and she bit his neck and earlobe.

“I’m – I’m – oh, God, I’m cumming!” she cried, gripping his ass and pulling him tight against her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, holding him tightly.

When her vagina clenched around him, he couldn’t hold back. He shot his load deep into her womb. He clutched her to him, holding her close, shoving his prick as far into her as he could.

“Oh, God, Conner,” she whispered, still trembling in his arms.

“I’m sorry, Mistress. I didn’t mean to cause you so much pain,” he whispered in her ear. “I never realized…”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

            ‘huh…ohmigod K. its totally him!’ she didn’t take her eyes off him as they both walked past him and up into the screening.

            ‘who’s she?’ Daniel asked as he kept his eyes on Shannon and Kara passing him, a sly grin on his face. ‘cute’

            ‘do you like younger girls Daniel?’ one of the reporters asked in a serious tone.

            ‘how do you know she’s young? She looks a little older than me actually.’ He replied

            ‘Shannon Lucero, aged 14. My niece.’ He said in a smart tone.

            ‘oh…’ Sighed Daniel.

Halfway through the movie, Shannon decided she needed the toilet.

            ‘you can go alone. I think this is where he gets his shirt off.’ Kara grinned slyly.

            ‘fine…that scene never happens. They got rid of it.’ Shannon giggled at Kara and made her way to the outside toilets, passing Daniel on the way, and accepting his sweet smile. On her way back into the screening, she bumped into Daniel, almost falling to the ground, but he caught her arm and helped her up.

            ‘hey…shouldn’t you be watching the movie?’ Shannon asked him

            ‘seen it before…im just heading back to my car to find my phone, seems ive left it there.’

            ‘well, I always call my mobile when I lose it, maybe you should try that, you can use my phone’ She smiled as he lead her back to his car. He opened the back door and climbed in.

            ‘okay…’ Shannon climbed in after him and pressed the dial button on her phone, she heard a quiet ring from the seat in front of her. ‘you hear that?’ she leaned forward over the front seat, exposing a few seconds of her perfect round ass, to Daniels view. He broke in a hot sweat, tempted to touch it, but he resisted, instead he pulled her dress down, that had rode up when she sat down. Shannon, shocked that he’d touched her, turned around quickly ‘what the?..’

            ‘your skirt was riding up’ he said, his face red, hot and horny, he could tell she wanted it.

            Shannon let out a small grin, and with no more of an invitation, shut the door behind her, and pounced on Daniel. She sat on his lap, facing him, with her arms around his neck, and one leg on either side.

            ‘now what?’ she giggled

            He smiled back at her, moving his hands slowly up her body, until he found her straps, he gently tugged them off her shoulders, he pulled her close with one arm, kissing her shoulders and neck, whilst pulling her other strap down with his spare hand. His kiss reached her mouth, and they French kissed for what seem a very long time, until Shannon broke it, she pulled her arms out of her thin straps, and started to unbutton Daniels shirt, whose hands were wandering further and further up her dress, until he found her wet panties. He rubbed her wet pussy through her panties, making her squirm with delight as she rubbed on her own nipples through her bra with one hand, and pulled her dress down to her waist with the other. Daniels spare hand made its way to Shannon’s other nipple, he pulled her bra down, and used it to pull her closer so he could get his mouth round her firm 32B breasts. He nibbled on it a little, making her arch her back, and moan. he pushed two of his sticky fingers up into the warm walls of her hot pussy, making her hips buck, she moaned loudly as he finger fucked her.

            ‘Shh’ he smiled at her ‘you’ll attract paparazzi’ he returned to her neck, one hand on her hip, and started to make his way back up to her soft lips.

            ‘you’ve done this before?’ she moaned helplessly, in between kisses.

            ‘no…’ he said ‘you’re the first’ smiling innocently at her, his fingers rapidly moving in and out of her hot body until her first orgasm came. She was moaning so loudly, it turned Daniel on even more.

            He lay Shannon’s still half dressed hot body on the back seat and opened her legs wide, he rubbed her soft body up and down while kissing and sucking on her wet pussy lips. He kissed up to her belly button, and her hips, making his way up to her firm breast again, sucking on her nipple, Shannon could feel his hardness between her legs, and she was going crazy for him, he once again found her neck, and up to her lips, his 8 incher was hungry for her pussy, but he was thinking…

            ‘are we sure we wanna do this?. I mean. Are we too young?’ he tried to smile at her, but she just smirked and pulled his face down onto hers, locking him in another long kiss. She put her legs round his hips, and pushed herself against him, as if begging for him to enter her. He didn’t need a second invitation, he slowly pushed the head of his cock into her, then gradually getting deeper and deeper until he couldn’t go no further, he thrust back and forth repeatedly, making her arch her back and bite her lips.

            ‘ow…ahhh.mm!’ she told him it hurt a little at first, but after the worst was over ‘yes..YES!’ was all Shannon could manage as she rocked in rhythm with Daniels huge cock. Daniel kept a firm grip on Shannon’s hips, as he pumped her insides faster and harder with each push. She was sending him wild, he was moaning like a little girl, almost as much as Shannon was, she could feel she was coming.

            ‘im cumming…’ she warned him.

            She just kept on enjoying the time of her life, as Daniel let out a moan and shot his load inside her beautiful hot body just seconds before her load dribbled from her. He collapsed on top of her, his manhood still inside her. He rested his head on her chest.

            ‘that…was amazing.’ He grinned.

            ‘shit…we better clean up and get back, or they’ll be worrying.’ Shannon realised they didn’t have all the time in the world. They’d been rocking the car for longer than they thought.

 

            As soon as my body was submerged in the water, she gazed into my eyes, and I couldn't help thinking what was running through her well proportioned little mind of hers. She ran her hand stroking my face, down my chest, and touching each individual muscle in my abs..(i had a six pack thank you very much =]) then she grabbed my balls..I jumped. She twirled her hand around my rock hard dick, still intently staring into my eyes. Then, she started storking my shaft..and then started to yank it. Up and down and up and down in a rhythimic pace. She did this for about three minutes, me loving every single second of it. SHe started building up her pace with every storke which caused me to moan. She grabbed my balls, and knew I was about to cum. She stopped and said, "Want to return the favor?" I couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. I took my hand and started playing around her clit , she squirmed around a little. I then started to rub her clit vigorously, while taking her left nipple into my mouth while I massaged her right tit with my right hand. She tilted her head back and let out a moan. I looked at her and she said she was ready.

         I took a good look at her and examined her fit, well toned body. I began to but my cock into her love hole, but she put her hand up to my hips and stopped and said, "Wait! I still want you to.."

haha this is only part two. leave comments if you wanna see what happens next

Father Kenneth was the Sacrist for St. Sebastiens.  He oversaw the elaborate ornamentation of the Abbey, as well as the decoration of the Halls, the Refectory, and the Oratory.  He was responsible for the care and security of the elaborate and expensive artifacts the Abbey owned.  He was also in charge of the cemetary grounds and the burial of those who had passed on.  For the past twenty years Father Kenneth had held this position.

Johanna had been a student at St. Sebastiens for three years,a nd as an orphan she had no family to visit during the summer hyatis.  She became something of a protege to Father Kenneth and worked with him often in her free time.  She had become well acquainted with the Abbey's ornamentation and did whatever she could to help Father Kenneth in his duties.  She hoped to work for him, and someday take over as Sacrist.  And one of the things she did for him whenever he asked was to visit him in his chambers.

Father Kenneth was 47 years old, bald, and was putting on more weight each year.  This night he settled into a reading chair without a word to Johanna.  She knew what was expected of her at this point and moved to the floor to give him a foot massage without a word.  She took his feet, one at a time, and rubbed them.  She worked his toes, as well as his ankles and up into his calfs.  He closed his eyes and relaxed under her manual efforts.  The massage was much needed after a long day around the Abbey.

After a few minutes, Father Kenneth felt his cock stir to life and slip from the opening of his shorts.  It lengthened and thickened as blood filled the shaft.  When Johanna saw his growing excitement before her, she released his feet and stood.  It was now time for her to please her mentor and she began to peel off her night-clothes.  His eyes opened and he watched in silence as the teen's body came into view before him.  Johanna's breasts were small, capped with tiny nipples that had no color difference from the rest of her pale flesh.  Still, the sight of her nude before him made his cock pulse as it stood in his lap.

Johanna made a slow turn, giving Father Kenneth a full view of her nudity.  Once she had turned back to face him, she slowly dropped to her knees before him, as if in prayer.  But this was her submittance to his desires and she reached into his lap to take his shaft in her grip.  Her small hands began to lightly stroke his cock, and with both around it, it still stood an extra two inches above her grip.  These two inches Johanna took between her lips a moment later.

"Aahh," Father Kenneth moaned as the girl's warm mouth wrapped around his sensitive crown.  For the past two years he had been teaching the girl how to pleasure him with her mouth, and tongue, and she had become a skilled cock-worshipper.  Although she had never been able to get much more than half his length into her throat, he knew she would always attempt to please him to her fullest.  She worked hard at be able to someday swallow his entire nine-inch cock and prove herself to him.  Father Kenneth was not insistant, however, and allowed her to take her time, to savour and enjoy the act as much as he did.

For fifteen minutes Johanna orally worked Father Kenneth's cock over.  She licked and sucked at his heavy scrotum.  She slurped his pre-cum and tongued at the piss-hole to draw out more.  She kissed and licked up and down his shaft, covering it with her saliva.  And she sucked at his knob in an effort to pull from it the hot, thick, salty cream she so hungered for.

For over two years Johanna had been visiting Father Kenneth, as often as twice a week.  She submitted to his carnal desires whenever he wished.  It was her duty, he had explained long ago, to service him while in service to the Church.  He had taken her in many of the public places of the Abbey, as well as in some very secret places.  He had taked her virginity on the dias where Sunday worship had concluded just hours before, on her fourteenth birthday.  She loved that he gave her so much attention and she would always bow down to anything he desired.

Father Kenneth enjoyed the sensations Johanna gave him with her young mouth, and he began to feel the tell-tale tightening of his scrotum.  But he did not want to cum just yet.  He had another craving that night. 

Gently, he lifted Johanna's face from his crotch and said, "I want you to bend over the footboard, my dear."  Johanna obeyed without question.  She turned her back to him and draped herself over the footboard of his bunk.

Behind her, Father Kenneth stood and removed his shorts.  His long, hardened, saliva-coated rod stood out from his body in eagerness, curving upward slightly.  He stepped up behind the teenager and lay his hard nine inches along the crack of her buttocks.  He pried open her tight little ass and slowly trailed the leaking head down through her channel until he found the puckered ring of her asshole with his spongy knob.  He leaned forward and pressed his cock against the resistant opening.

"Ooohh!" Johanna gasped as her tight little anus popped open to allow Father Kenneth to insert the knob of his cock.  "Ooowww!" she moaned into the bedding as the long cock began to snake its way into her bowels under his steady, firm pressure.

Father Kenneth liked to prolong this initial entry into Johanna's body, whether it be her ass or her vagina.  As he pushed his nine inches of hard cock into her ass, she trembled within his firm grip.  She slowly began to grow accustomed to his size as he continued to open her up wide.  Although she had been taking his cock up her ass for months, she still groaned as the pain washed through her with every inch he shoved into her guts.  The fullness she felt inside her made her groan in agony.  She felt like a rag doll as the priest began to grind the last inch of his hardness deep into her and settle his heavy scrotum against her naked, leaking cunt.

Johanna's eyes rolled back in her head as Father Kenneth began to slowly ride his cock back out of her dirty depths.  She felt it vacating her depths as he retreated until just the head remained within her hot ass.  With a more firm stroke he rode his full length back into her guts.

"Aaagghh!" Johanna cried out as he buried himself fully within her clentching bowels before once again slipping back out of her.  The juices of her ass lubed his cock shaft with each stroke and made it much easier for him to fuck her.  It wasn't long before Father Kenneth had settled into his natural rhythm.

Johanna grunted and groaned beneath him as he pistoned his cock in and out of her asshole steadily.  She felt her well-relaxed anal lips fluctuating in and out, gripping at the shaft as if milking it of its own accord.  Her body was limp from her waist down and her feet no longer touched the floor and Father Kenneth plowed her ass with long, deep strokes. 

He relished the feel her entire ass tunnel gave him and he knew that to sodomize a girl, or a woman, was the untimate in sin, in lust, and release.  The carnal pleasures were overwhelming.  The acrid scent fed his lustful fires deep within his groin.  Any sense of decency he had as a member of the Church vanished as his body slammed harder and deeper into the dark, dirty depths of Johanna's ass.

As his drive built towards his climax, Father Kenneth's strokes began to fully vacate Johanna's gaping asshole before slamming back through the dilated ring of muscle.  Her ass gurgled and farted under his powerful thrusts.  His scrotum smacked her drooling pussy slit with each thrust and sent chills of delight spiking up her spine.  His hands had found her small breasts and his fingers dug into them in an effort to pound her ass ever harder.

"Oooh, God!  Fuck me, Father!  Fuck my butt!" Johanna cried out as her body quaked through an intense, unexpected orgasm.  "Fuck my ass and fill me with your sacred semen!  Please!  I want it!  I want you to fuck mmeeee haaaarrdeeeeer!"  Her body rocked and bucked beneath him as her orgasm grew ever more powerful.  She was slamming her tight little ass back at him as hard as he was pounding his cock into her.  Her pussy gushed with its creamy juices and coated the insides of her thighs as well as his heavy scrotum.  The chamber was filled with grunts, groans, and skin-smacking, as well as the smells of sweat, pussy juices, and ass. 

Father Kenneth felt his balls begin to tighten once again and he knew he was not far from filling young Johanna, his young protege, with his hot load.  He quickly stepped back and disengaged, pulling his throbbing cock from her spasming asshole with a slurp.  Her anal ring was raw and twitched as if crying out to be fed his cock once again.  He took hold of her legs and rolled her roughly off of the bunk and onto her back on the hard wood floor.  He shoved her knees up and back almost to her ears.  The sight of her naked, hairless pussy, coated in her thick cream, and the gaping, twitching anus beneath drove Father Kenneth on.

He slammed his cockback into Johanna's battered guts with a powerful thrust that caused Johanna to cry out with pain.  He did not care any more for her comfort.  She was his to do with as he pleased.  He only felt the letcherous mania driving him to pound his cock in and out of her body. 

Johanna was pinned beneath the rampaging priest, impaled by his long cock, and being fucked deeper than she ever had by the man she loved and worshipped.  Her guts churned within her bruised body and she felt the head of his cock as if it were plowing through her insides in an attempt to come up through her throat and out her mouth.  Her fingers dug into the flesh of his back and she bit down on his shoulder in an attempt to channel the painful lust that roared through her.

Father Kenneth fucked the girl with strong, rapid-fire thrusts as the burn of his ejaculation rose within his groin.

"Aaaagghhh!" he cried out in pleasure and pain as his cock spit thick, heavy blasts of hot semen high into Johanna's guts.  "Take my cock!  Take my seed!  Uuunnngghhhh!"  Her bowels were coated with the warming cream and she screamed into his shoulder through another powerful orgasm of her own.  His cock pulsed deep inside her and she flailed about beneath him, tossing her head from side to side.

"Ooohh, God!  Oh, God!  Take meeeeee!  Aaaaahhhhh!" she cried out beneath him.  His hips continued to pound down at her, driving his cock in and out of her battered ass as they rode out their respective climaxes.

Finally, as the last of his cum leaked into her, he began to slow his pace until his cock had withered altogether and slipped out of her.  A dirty mixture of his semen and her shit-juices flowed thickly from her gaping anal ring.  She knew that it would be some time before her ass would regain its strength and close fully.

After nearly two hours of being sodomized by Father Kenneth, Johanna dressed and left his asleep in his chambers.  She made her way quietly to the bathrooms and wiped away the mess that continued to leak from her sore asshole.  Her entire body ached from the pummeling he had given her and she knew she would be very sore for days.  Sitting on a pew would be very uncomfortable for her for some time.  She returned to her own chambers and settled into the comfort of her bunk, hoping that Father Kenneth was satisfied, for a few days at least.

The arms that wrap around me are pure energy, sending an electrical charge all through my tired body. A smile touches her lips and there is a playful gleam in her eyes. She leads me to the bed, and undresses me, gently, and I react as she lowers my boxer shorts and liberates my hardening cock.

Then she says, “I have something for you. Just shut your eyes.”
I do as commanded by my little minx, wondering what is in store.

I lay still, and heard the door swing open. I obey her instruction to open my eyes. She is there, another, older version of “Her.”

Sarah stands there in her tight cropped sweater which outlines her breasts, about handful size, and her skirt barely covers her small round tight arse. The low heels she wears tightens up her legs for a complete picture of female perfection.

Emma gins and says, “Sarah told me what happened. I told her it wasn’t you, it was me, mostly! She said she wants to play. I didn’t think you would mind some extra company. She is an expert in the art of massage therapy.”
The tension and stress of a long day… week… month… soon will be a faint memory when these sisters complete their task.
“Is there anything you desire from us?” asks Sarah with a wicked grin I recall from when we fucked in the hall.
“ How about we just play and get ready while you think about what would make you happy” says Emma “Would that be ok?”
Sarah and Emma, two flowers in my garden, gently caress each other. Sarah reaches to pinch and fondle Emma’s nipples and firm breasts. Emma lets her hands and fingers wander under Sarah’s skirt. They work each other into a light lather of sexual tension then glance sultry looks my way. Emma strips Sarah to her red panties and slides her fingers deep into hers and her sister’s pussy then with one finger in her mouth walks to me putting the other into mine. I taste and smell the nectar of both girls. She leads me over to the bed and lays me down. Both sets of fingers working my naked body which is overtaken by warm flesh and tender kisses. Two sets of lips explore my chest, legs, arms, and everything in between. Busy fingers work their own and each others hot pussy, firm nipples, and my hard cock into writhing excitement.
Sarah takes my hard cock in her hands, holding firm to my shaft, kissing and licking the length of it. Emma takes her fingers still playing with Sarah’s hot shaved pussy, and startles my mind.
“Shove that hard dick in my arse Sarah. That is where I want it!”
Emma leans forward to allow my cock to enter her waiting arse. I roll her over, push into that small lovely bud, and slowly reach full depth. She winces and eases forward, as I ride her arse hard watching her squirm with the pleasure and pain of it, listening to her deep moans.
Sarah continues to play with her hot pussy and pushes her fingers into Emma’s now red pussy making them both orgasm in mind blowing spasms. I am still riding the waves, hold out till they are done before I drive my hard tool deep for my own amazing fireworks display sending Emma into another body wrenching cum. She lets out a deep loud groan with a soft “Steve that was so fucking good”
Sarah tells her to stop swearing. Emma just turns and looks at her sister.

“Well, it is fucking, and it is good” she purrs.
I dismount the one sister to find the other ready and waiting. She works me back into a nice lather of desire, kneeling at my feet, licking and sucking your cock.
“Me now! You can have any hole you desire.”
I grab her and throw her down, pin her arms above her head and thrust my rock hard tool deep in her quivering pussy, sending her into another round of ground shaking orgasm. Emma joins again playing with herself while I ram her sister over, and over, and over. She grunts and groans encouraging me to go harder, faster, and deeper.

“Don’t Stop!” Her body writhes under my powerful thrusts, and then she screams as Emma puts her fingers between her thighs and mine to rub her engorged clit. She cums. I let out another barrage of juices.
The world seems to explode in a world of extraordinary colours and light. Every touch, sound, and smell is dramatic and exaggerated. I look over to see Sarah start to stir. Emma is walking away, her naked arse swaying gently with each step. I hear her start to pour water into the in bath. It would seem this evening is not yet finished. I follow the sultry sister into the washroom to find her getting into the bath submerged in bubbles. I lean over and play with the bubbles that are laying on her firm breasts. Her head leans back as she enjoys my touch.
“I need to shave. Would you care to do it for me?”
I take the razor blade from her sudsy hand and feel her legs spread before me. I clear out the bubble to see her waiting pink pussy. She is still in a quiver from the previous encounter. I touch inside her thigh making her groan. My fingers guide the razor along the soft skin losing the hair that is barely visible. It is impossible to resist allowing my fingers to explore the cavern of soft velvet. One finger, then another and another snugly fit insider her. My hand finds that sweet spot deep inside a woman’s pussy that causes her world to spin out of control. I have her impaled on my hand, helpless to move or object. I continue until her body spasms again around my fingers. The shave continues with frequent trips back into the depths of her, each time causing her body to flail wildly.
Sarah steps from the door revealing that she has been watching with anticipation through most of the “shave.” She glides across the floor adding hot water to the now cold bath. Emma still impaled whimpers softly at the new temperature. Sarah slides her off my hand and into the warmth of her full pussy.

The bubbles all spent, Emma’s body glistens in the water. She reaches for the oil on the side of the tub and drizzles it across her shoulders letting the thick liquid run down her breasts. Her hands slide over her body as she massages herself. She stands in the bath to continue the rub down over her belly, hips, pussy, and legs. She slithers her body all around to make me oiled as well. She steps out of the bath, and she takes my cock and balls working them into a hard quiver, she slides one leg on each side of me. Sarah lifts herself off my wandering hand and I reach out to Emma and pull her close, sliding my tool again deep inside her waiting body. I shift her and slide her up and down with each thrust. Emma moves in closer to accept the sensations in her thoroughly fucked body. When I am finished with the bath Sarah towels my body.

Emma turns and taking her older sister returns to the bedroom, where she produces Sarah’s red vibrator.

“Now, dear sister, I am going to fuck you till you scream!” I get onto the bed next to their writhing bodies…….

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