Our lips parted for a moment as we continued to look into each other.  I began to stand up and she followed me.  Taking her hand once again, I led her into the bedroom.  There we fell back into each others arms and kissed gently.  I started to unbutton her blouse until my hands could reach inside and massage her breasts through her light bra.  I pushed the straps off of her shoulders and ran my hands down her chest pushing the cups off of her, exposing her nipples to me.  I gently leaned down and kissed one.  Then the other and took it between my lips.  Her head dropped back for a moment as I sucked her nipple between my lips and grabbed it softly with my teeth.  I began to dart my tongue back and forth across her hardened nipple now.  She again rolled her head to the back and around until her hair touched my head.  My hands continued to massage her breasts and I unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way.  I took her blouse off of her and dropped it to the floor.  She reached down and grabbed my shirt off of me.  Again our eyes met and we kissed. 

            Stopping for a moment we looked at each other, embraced, and made talk.  Smiling and laughing we stood there with our bare chests pressed against each other.  My hands danced across the soft skin on her back.  Reaching down I found the edge of her jeans and pushed my fingers just into the top of them.  We continued to stand there and enjoy the image of each others’ face.  It did not take us long to kiss again, and then talk some more.  I could feel her nipples against my chest.  I could feel her breathing.  I took her lips with mine and closed my eyes, drowning for a moment in heaven.  I moved my hands around to the front of her jeans and unbuttoned them.  She quickly was doing the same with mine.  Pushing downward we both stepped out of our jeans while holding on to each other for support.  Still we went back into each others arms, feeling the warmth of skin against skin.  I pulled her panties down and placed a hand on her buttocks and another on her wet warmth between her legs.  She had her hand inside of my briefs holding my hardened cock.

            I took her to the bed and we laid down side by side facing each other and continued to play.  She rolled her hips back and spread her legs for my hand to have easier access to her wet hole.  I ran my fingers along her lips and across her clit.  I then ran them back down to her wetness and drug my fingers up along her, spreading her moisture up to her clit.  Circling her clit with my fingers I ran them back down and continued this pattern, bringing more of her juices up and around her clit with each successive pass until I had her extremely wet.  This whole time we were kissing and she was running her hand up and down the shaft of my cock slowly.  I continued my play on her clit until I moved my fingers downward one more time and inserted one, then two into her wet whole.  She stopped kissing me and let out a breath, her lips parting with a moan as I did this.  I drug more wetness from within her up to her clit and massaged it with my fingers, pinching it slightly and adding pressure over the top of it as it to jack it off.  Again my fingers drove downward to her hole and inserted easily inside of her.  Again I curled them and drug the juices up to her anxious clit.  She pushed her legs back more, spreading herself farther than before.  She began to moan, interrupting our kisses, I moved downward to her breasts and began to suck and lick them in earnest.  Her breathing became deeper and her breasts moved up and down a greater distance than earlier.  I continued to kiss my way down across her belly to the top of her pussy.  Taking a moment to breathe in the aroma of her scent, I kissed gently above her pussy and then on her clit.  I allowed my tongue to lick down and around her until her hand moved downward to rub her.  I moved her hand back as I sucked her clit into my mouth lick you would suck on a straw, moving my tongue back and forth across the top of it.  She again reached down and again I pushed her hand away.

            I stopped what I was downing and moved higher on the bed, motioning for her to come along.  When I had her positioned in the center of the bed I kissed her.  I kissed her again.  My hand running along her thigh and up to her wetness, her juices began to drain from her and run down her crack and unto the sheets below her.  I returned to tasting her and sucked her clit again into my mouth.  Again her hand came down and I pushed it gently away so I could lick and suck on her more.  Her hand continued to press towards her clit and I had to stop.  I moved over, setting myself between her legs and reached towards the stand next to the bed.  This posed my cock just inches away from her hole and she reached to place me into her.  “Not just yet,” I said, “I have something more.”  I pulled open the drawer where I kept my ties and pulled out several with one hand.  She smiled up at me and laughed.  “What are you going to do with those?”  I said nothing in return.  I just wrapped one around her first wrist and then tied the other end to the bed post.  I repeated the process with the other hand.  I did not tie them on tightly, if she wanted to she would be free easily.  “Let’s see if this will keep your hands from getting in the way of my treat.”  I returned my lips and tongue between her legs and enjoyed the taste of her juices as they ran down my chin and ran down her crack unto the sheets.  Soon a large wet area had formed under her buttocks and she began to wiggle greatly, raising her hips off the bed and moaning loudly.  The motion of her hips pressed her against my face harder and my sucking and licking became more feverish.  I knew she would soon cum hard.  She wanted to cum.  I stopped.

            I took another tie to her ankle and secured that to the bottom bed post and did the same with the other ankle, leaving her spread across my bed, unable to close her legs.  I returned to her pussy with my mouth and began running two fingers in and out of her.  The juices began to pour out more and she fought and struggled to press her hips upward against my face as I sucked on her clit and tickled it rapidly with my tongue.  With my other hand I began to assert pressure just above her clit.  She wildly tried to thrash about on the bed.  Her moans were replaced by small screams of pleasure.  She breathed deeply through her clenched teeth and then threw her head back.  She arched up and the juices flooded out of her.  Unable to make a sound she held her breath as her juices began squirting from deep with in her.

            I stopped what I was doing and slowly she relaxed a little while gasping for air.  I moved up so that I was kneeling at her crotch with my cock pressed against her moist pussy.  I entered her.  Slowly I pushed into her hole with my cock.  She opened her mouth as she felt me going into her.  Her back still arched slightly, her hands and legs restrained, I continued pushing into her until I was about four inches in, then I pulled out.  I pushed into her again, this time a little more, and again I pulled out.  Once again I pushed in, and in, and in until I was buried inside her very wet hole.  I slowly began to pump in and out of her, completely in control of my ministrations.  I continued this for a few minutes as her cum flowed out with each push, draining down over my balls and down joining the large wet spot on the sheets.

             I pulled my cock out of her and moved around so that it was next to her head.  She lifted her head up to take it in her mouth.  I moved closer and let her suck it in.  She licked her juices off of my cock and tasted herself on me.  A dab of precum ran off the tip of my cock and was forming a thread from my dick to her mouth.  I leaned across her and placed my cock over her.  She rammed her mouth over my dick, sucking it deeply into her.  I released the tie holding her far arm and she wrapped her hand around my cock.  She began to pump my cock and lick the tip.  The precum began to drip down and she would smear it around her lips using the tip of my cock.  Soon I could feel it building in my groins.  I sat back and told her I would cum.  She eagerly pumped me faster with her hand and aimed my cock at her waiting mouth.  She opened her lips and pumped quickly.  Her tongue teasing the head and shortly I exploded.  My cum shot out and onto her tongue and lips.  It squirted across her face and again into her mouth.  She continued to pump away at my cock.  My cum ran down her face and she took me into her mouth as I continued to spew forth my jism.  She sucked me down and licked my dick eagerly.  She swallowed all that was on her tongue and in her mouth and sucked me more.  My cum was smeared across her face and her hand.

            Soon she slowed, took my cock out of her mouth and smiled up at me, my cock still in her hand.  This was not just another day.  This was going to be a very good night.

Holding my hand and looking as pretty and desirable as all Hell, we walked the couple of blocks to the park’s entrance. Despite the warmth, the paths were still strewn with fallen leaves and the trees awaiting their Springtime renaissance. A couple of young boys on bicycles crossed the path just ahead of us. Judging by the look the elder of the two gave Jenna, it didn’t need a clinical psychologist to figure out what he was thinking. Areas of his anatomy I feel sure, were reacting much as nature intended. Taking stock of the bed of soft brown leaves just across the way, I was having trouble dismissing a few somewhat lurid fantasies myself.

Just two minutes later we were stopped in our tracks by a familiar voice.

"Hey, Noel…Jenna…… wait up!"

Turning around, no less a duo than Connor and Jerry were hotfooting it in our direction.

"You two don’t look much like nature lovers," I said, "What are you doing here?"

"Just driving past the entrance gates," replied Connor, inclining his head back down the path. "We saw you and Jenna heading-up this way."

"Yeah, well don’t get any ideas Connor," I muttered. "We’re not rejoining the fold – just in case you were wondering."

"Nah, its fine," Jer put in. "Mind if we just walk with you for a while? Nice and relaxing in here isn’t it?" he exchanged glances with Connor, the meaning of which weren’t immediately obvious.

I could hardly fail to notice Connor’s eyes as they alighted momentarily on Jenna’s hot little rear end as she leaned over to brush a couple of leaves off her shoe. Hardly in a position to judge any such action myself anyway, having been glancing at that same prominent set of curves at every opportunity. Seeing her breasts jiggle slightly as she dislodged the leaves was something less than a hardship also.

"You look very pretty Jenna," said Jer, his words carrying a meaning far beyond their immediate implication. The hot little smile she tossed him was a bonus! Even though she was now sixteen, girlishness had yet to be replaced with womanhood and hallelujah for that!

We had come now to the kid’s playground, completely deserted but for an older couple crossing the far side of the grassy knoll just behind the swings. I remembered back to the hours I had spent pushing the four of them in tandem when they were yet to hit double figures, in hot summers past.

"Want a swing Jen?" I asked her. "Let’s see how high you can go these days?"

"Oh sure dad," she replied. "In this skirt – you could see my panties."

"Well don’t mind us," Connor quipped, "I think we’ve seen more than that before." He actually got a blush out of her.

"Well keep your legs together sweetie," I suggested. "Just a quick swing….Jer can give you a push."

I never thought she’d do it.

Nestling her bottom on the small wooden seat, it was indeed a privileged view momentarily. She gave a little gasp of girlish tease as a flash of white undies lit up the retinas of Connor and myself. Jerry was sharing an equally good aspect however, standing directly behind her, his hands on her hips as he pushed her higher. With each successive push it was obvious he was making contact far lower than was necessary and at the point Jenna giggled and turning, said "That’s enough I think, I can do it myself now," his hands were fully encasing her butt with each push.

Despite the down-draught of each swing, which caused the hem of her skirt to flare out, so tight did she keep her legs together and by continuously holding her skirt down with one hand, we were denied the view we all cherished. Even Jer had walked around to the front in the expectation I’d imagine of seeing right up her tight skirt.

"Such a spoilsport," he muttered, as Jenna slowed to a halt, after which she alighted from the swing and stood there, smoothing the denim down over her hips. I had this sneaking suspicion the exhibitionist in my daughter had yet to run its course. I so hoped I was right.

"Hey Jenna," Connor called out, "Come and park yourself down this-a-way on the slippery dip here." He patted the shiny plastic at the base of the slide. "Let me take a couple of pictures of you…if that’s OK with your dad?" He looked across at me.

I just shrugged…didn’t bother me.

Jenna flashed one of those devastating smiles she can produce on cue and sat her curvy little rear down on the slide while the three of us watched. Connor took out his camera phone and moved in closer.

Looking around momentarily he opted for the naughty approach. "Look, there’s no-one around sweetheart," he said to her, "Just give us a flash of those cute little undies – just once huh?"

With but a second’s hesitation, glancing first at me, Jenna wriggled her hips fractionally which had the effect of causing the skirt to inch up her thighs. Parting her legs just slightly, completed the tease, as the clear triangle of her white cotton undies was openly displayed. Connor took way more than one picture if the truth be known. What this was doing to me best not be admitted, but my resolve lets say, was decidedly on the wane. Parts of Jerry’s anatomy I have reason to believe, were anything but!

"God, that is so sexy Jenna," Connor muttered and glancing around once more to confirm the group’s continuing solitude, added in little more than a whisper, "C’mon, lets see all of them sweetie. Make your Uncle Connor a happy man"

My mouth was drying up rapidly as Jenna, evidently willing to "play," rocked back on her bottom, tugging her skirt right up to her hips and exposing her panties in totality. The effect was cruelly heightened by her parting her legs wide, now allowing us all the luxury of seeing that amazingly feminine indentation for its full depth. I knew she was enjoying this. What girl doesn’t like to be the center of attention, even allowing for being in the company of three irascible old deviates like ourselves?

"Now that’s all," she said, tugging her skirt down once more and sitting demurely on the end of the slide, hands in her lap. Connor almost dropped his cellphone in shock.

"You can’t leave us like this Jenna," Jerry pleaded. I don’t think he even realised his hand was idly caressing something it shouldn’t be. Jenna realised. She giggled and looking directly at his groin area, smiled sweetly.

"Can’t trust you two," she replied, glancing then across at me…."you three, I mean."

I was hurt!

"I didn’t start this Jen," I told her…"Don’t be blaming me."

"C’mon dad," she teased, "You didn’t stop it either!"

She had a point there.

"Look sweetheart," Connor was cajoling pitifully, "There’s no audience. How about you just give us a quick look at those sexy little tits you’ve got hiding under that top?…just to remind us of what we’ve missed all these months. We really have missed you Jenna…incredibly."

It was the most emotionally charged statement I ever heard Connor make. Might have brought a lump to my throat had not one already been forming elsewhere.

"Nooooo," she replied softly, folding her arms across her chest in an unconscious show of girlish innocence. "I’m not going to expose myself in a public park."

"Well come home with us then," said Jer, quick as a flash. Had to pay that one.

To be honest, the image of Jenna getting stripped - even down to just her undies – right there in that playground, especially with the potential to be caught out, was playing havoc with my sense of acceptable social etiquette.

Connor had moved over meanwhile to where she was sitting. As she looked up at him almost inquisitively, he lowered his hand and cupping her left breast smiled at her.

"Sexy as ever Jenna. Look around, there’s no one in sight sweetie – just a quick flash for us?" He looked up at me, "You don’t mind do you dad?"

"Jenna’s call," I answered him.

I couldn’t believe what I was saying. Not yet five months since we had all agreed to take ourselves completely out of the loop at Harpers and having totally ceased any and all inter-family by-play, here I was now acquiescing to Jenna’s imminent sexual re-exploitation. Talk about "Just one more for the road."

Glancing around, and also back down the pathway along which we had just strolled, Jenna did what she does best – she giggled. Then with the most sensual of hand movements she took a hold of her top and pulled it up quickly. Hooking her fingers en route, beneath what must have been the skimpiest little bra in her underwear drawer, she tugged both articles up to collar-bone level.

I hadn’t realised what even a few months of teenage development could achieve. Rounded and filled-out now to unprecedented levels of desirable young femininity, her beautiful breasts shook momentarily as they were freed-up in the warm early-afternoon sun.

"God Jenna," muttered Jerry. "You are just so lovely."

Indeed, looking at those lightly tanned slim legs as they disappeared up beneath the denim – short enough that Jerry and I at least, could clearly see her panties once more. Her wonderfully flared hips and the concavity of her abdominal area as it curved up towards her upper chest – "lovely" seemed a sadly inapt word for what we were seeing.

Wholly exposed for the ultimately short time that she was, Jenna sat there proud and smiling prettily. Connor could hardly be blamed for dropping to his knees, leaning forwards and suckling her left breast as she looked down at him with seeming fascination. I saw her eyes close momentarily as he drew down on her nipple and the softest of sighs was audible. One hand cupping her other breast now, he sucked her right nipple. Barely ten seconds would have elapsed before she tugged the material back down and the magic was hidden from us.

No one spoke. There was nothing to say – least nothing that could adequately address how we were all feeling.

I knew even then that there was no way Jenna would be leaving that play area without at least one of them fucking her. I think she would have known it too…..wanted it most likely!

I watched as one suffering temporary paralysis, as Jerry moved over to join Connor – a man either side of her now. She put up but the most token of resistance as they laid her back on that slide, legs draping off the end of it at the knees. Connor bent over and began kissing those hot, lightly glossed lips, his hands starting now to fondle her barely-covered breasts. Jerry was taking the southern flank and pushing her skirt even higher than it had naturally slid already. Those tempting white panties were almost completely exposed now as she wriggled beneath her assailants’ ministrations. Jerry joined his friend in openly caressing and abusing the young girl’s breasts. I knew just how hot this must be making her, given the several months sexual abstinence especially. I watched, as with his right hand he began then to rub the outside of her panties at precisely the point her clitoral fold would have been located. Between Connor’s kisses she was beginning to moan slightly.

There was still no-one around, yet seeing what was happening right here in broad daylight was hotter than anything I had ever experienced at any of the parties. Watching my youngest daughter being sexually molested in public pretty much, could only be described as the ultimate turn-on.

Grabbing her around the waist, Connor pulled Jenna down until her hips were right at the very end of the slippery-dip, Jerry’s hand still up between her now freely spread legs, rubbing her pussy through the thin cotton material with unfettered glee.

At the point Connor muttered "Take her panties off Jer," Jenna tried to sit up.

"Nooo, not here…please," she protested between kisses, making a grab for them with her free hand as Jerry tugged them down marginally, displaying the first dark wisps of some obvious re-growth.

The problem was solved with a minimum of fuss. Jer moved himself to a vantage point between her well spaced-apart legs, whilst Connor somewhat indelicately took a hold of her panties at their narrowest point and simply tugged them to one side. Her moist and intriguing little ingress, framed once more by her natural dark curls was displayed in all its youthful glory to the three of us – my having to move up and to one side to compensate for Jerry’s torso blocking my earlier view of proceedings.

There was nothing reticent or even vaguely restrained about what followed. Extricating what must have been as solid an erection as ever Jerry had managed, he placed his penile head right at the entrance to her fully exposed slit and just pushed right inside her. I heard her gasp but this was stifled by further kisses from Connor who had set himself the highly pleasant task of working her shapely little breasts free once more from her top. These he was now rubbing and fondling rather lewdly. I could hardly fail to notice how incredibly erect her nipples were also, in response to what was being done to her.

With Jerry basically raping her with unhinged abandon I doubt Jenna noticed or even cared what Connor was doing. Certainly no one had to encourage her to spread her legs wider – she was overseeing that little requirement all by herself. Connor even was able to let go of her panties completely. So spread was she at that juncture, her pussy remained fully visible and Jerry able to drive his erection up into her at will.

Watching her being so forcefully taken, her skirt pushed up around her hips, yet still in her school knickers, was one of the hotter sights that life has to offer.

It was over in record time. Jerry, obviously gripped by orgasmic forces beyond his control, held Jenna tightly around the hips and for what seemed like ten seconds or so pumped everything he had and more up inside her. Judging by her own upward pelvic thrustings, Jenna herself was little more than a committed female on heat.

As Jerry withdrew from her inner sanctum, breathing irregularly but flushed obviously with post coital pleasure, a torrent of milky-whiteness leaked out and ran visibly down the inside of Jenna’s thigh. Connor even, appeared awed by the sight and stood back looking down at my daughter as she lay there gasping for breath, one hand idly caressing her left breast. It really wasn’t a moment for conversation.

In all the sessions I had ever witnessed during the Harper period, nothing approached the erotic sensuality of what I had just observed. The ultimate intimacy being transacted in so public a place. Once more I glanced around, simply to reassure myself we were all in no immediate danger of unwanted disclosure.

Speaking of disclosure, Jenna appeared to be in no hurry to close up those increasingly sticky thighs, which may have accounted for Connor’s decision to take up the slack left by Jerry’s vacating the starting block.

Manouvering himself between her legs and having taken out his own vitally interested erection, he leaned down and whispered something to Jenna I could not hear. Her swift reaction of a giggly "Nooooo" would suggest an initial reluctance to comply. With Jerry’s prompting and further persuasion however, I could but stare as they got her to turn completely over and straddle the very end of the slide, bending over in such a way as to suggest she was about to be soundly spanked.

With her curvy little rear-end displayed to the max now, and with Jerry, after glancing around nervously to ensure their continued privacy, beginning to grope her breasts freely – an activity unfortunately quite obscured, by virtue of her back being to us, Connor parted her legs again while with his free hand he was obviously pulling her panties aside once more.

Jenna gave the loudest of gasps as he penetrated her. Her legs appeared to buckle momentarily but by supporting herself with both hands grasping the edge of the slide, she was able to maintain the status quo. Holding her hips tightly, Connor spared no energy in his quest for seminal finality. Thrusting up hard into her, his labored breathing was matched by Jenna’s cries of passion. I actually walked around in front of the tableau and the view I have to report – Connor fucking her tail lights out and Jerry rubbing and pulling on her fully exposed breasts - was not exactly a visual hardship.

Jenna was in extremis. Public place or not, nothing could have eased her fully wanton pleasures at that moment short of a high-pressure water-cannon. At the moment Connor shot his bolt…..the analogy with the water cannon was not that far off the mark.

"For God’s sake Jenna," Connor was muttering between his respiratory distress. "You are so the hottest little tease on the planet." There was no-one up for an argument there.

As Jenna slid to a sitting position on the edge of the grass, right alongside the slippery-dip, she tugged her skirt and top back down. Her hair was a mess! The three of us sat around her in a near semi-circle. As she raised her eyes to me, questioning……..I just shook my head.

"Don’t even think about it Jenna." I said. "Of course I want to…."want" is a slight understatement sweetheart…but we made a decision. I have to stick with it."

"Are you sure dad?" she pouted, parting her legs sufficiently to show me the foolhardiness of my attempt to take so high a moral standpoint.

"C’mon Noel," Jerry piped up. "You knocking back your own daughter’s charms. Never thought I’d live to see it!"

Connor put his arm around her waist and whispered something to her softly. Next instant Jenna was letting him kiss her passionately again, quite as if there were no tomorrow. This ‘walk-in-the-park’ idea had definitely been ill-timed I was thinking.

Connor’s wandering hands were once again on the move. I watched bemused, as he began once more pushing that short little skirt towards its northern horizons. At the point Jerry’s hand began inching its way up between her legs also, she gave a little yelp of surprise (and encouragement) as they both continued dexterously exploring her most intimate bodily attractions.

I definitely wasn’t needed to come-on as a substitute - not the way this game was panning out.

On her back and giggling uncontrollably, both men were kissing Jenna in turn while teasing her motor-sensory freeway from nipple to vulva. She was fully hotwired. One could only describe the paedophilic scenario as "deliciously decadent."

In hindsight I suppose it had been the "piece-de-resistance" all three of us were thinking about but not admitting to. The thrill of stripping Jenna in public. Whilst I could never have brought myself to do this to her – I certainly wasn’t averse to seeing someone else do it.

With both shoes already gone, there was no lower impediment to their pulling her panties right down. With a hand each either side beneath the elastic, it was the work of but two seconds to tug those sexy little cotton briefs down to her ankles. Jer oversaw their removal while Jenna gasped and spluttered. "God, not my panties guys!"

She tried desperately to cover her now fully exposed triangle of dark curls – which given her wriggling and general struggles, was causing even more semen to run out of her delightfully sexy little cleft.

"Hold her waist Jer," Connor instructed, and on the instant this was accomplished, he yanked her "Foxy Princess" top right off, leaving her squirming on her back clad only in that skimpy bra and with her skirt bunched up around her waist. The view up between her legs was murder.

"Dad…Dad," she pleaded. "Please don’t let them strip me – not out here! That is soo embarrassing"

  No way, she was lovely and I hoped I looked just like her when I was finished maturing. My breasts were very small compared to hers. Just small mounds topped by puffy areolas and long nipples, bu they were sensitive and I loved to rub and squeeze them. My pubic hair was very wispy and sparse, not like the thick auburn bush that covered my mother's mound. Well, lest I venture to far from my story I will return to my first lesbian experience and the hands and lips of my mother.

  She came into my room and as she was shaking down the thermometer she stumbled over one of my discarded sneakers and dropped the thermometer and it struck the the tiled part of my floor and broke into pieces. "Damn it", my mother curesed as she regained her balance. "Geena, I wish you would just pick up your room". She turned on her heels and went to get a broom and dust pan. She swept up the mess and then addressed me again.

 " Well, now how shall I take your temperature young lady"? I said I guess she couldn't so I should stay home if I felt warm.

  She started to agree when I saw a thought flash in her bright green eyes. "I know what to do", she said. "I will get the old rectal thermometer that used when you were younger". "No way, I don't want that thing shoved up my butt", I pleaded. "It's the only way you are going to get to stay home, so take it or leave it", she called back. "Fuck" I though to myself. She was back in a flash with the thermometer in one hand and a bottle of vaseline in the other. "OK Sweetcheeks, roll over pull down those panties". I pulled off my red panties and rolled onto my stomach. "Don't worry Geena I won't hurt you, just relax".

  She sat down on the bed next to me and stroked the small of my back to ease my tension. The feel of her hand on my back felt so good and soon I was feeling warm in my pussy. My mom asked me to pull my knees up under me so that my ass and pussy was tilted up towards her. She stroked the cheeks of my firm ass and this just excited me more. If she only knew what I was thinking and feeling. I hoped she wouldn't notice my wet pussy as she prepared to take my temperature. She removed the top on the the vaseline jar and put her index finger into the squishy mess. She asked my to reach back and pull my asscheeks apart so she could easily insert the thermometer.

  I spread my ass wide for her and she rubbed the vaseline around my asshole and then slowly inserted her finger deep into my ass. I groaned into my pillow as I felt her finger worm its way inside me. My pussy began to flow. Then to my surprise, instead of just removing her finger and putting in the thermometer, my mom began to slowly move her finger in and out of my asshole. My mother was finger fucking my virgin ass. I was getting close to cumming. "Mmmmom", I stammered. "What baby, did I hurt you"? "No momma, I just...." "Does it feel good baby"? "Yes, mommy it feels wonderful " "That's good baby, just relax and enjoy it".

  My mother just continued to finger my ass. I came when she suddenly inserted a second finger stretching me open. When I stopped shuddering from my cum, my mother removed her fingers from my ass and inserted the thin cool thermometer. She moved it in like she had with her fingers for a few seconds and then left it still to take my temperature. She got up and told me to lie still while she washed her hands. I was laying there with the thermometer sticking out of my ass and basking in the afterglow of my first orgasm given to me by another person. My mother returned to my room and when I glanced out of the corner of my eye I realized her legs were bare. I turned my head as she slowly removed the thermometer and was greated by her bush only inches away from my face.

  She was naked. My pussy started to moisten again at the idea that she was nude in my room. She read the thermometer and said I had a low grade fever and I could stay home. I was surprised that thermometer hadn't burst from the heat I was feeling for my own mom. She wiped the vaseline fromm my ass and as I was ging to roll over she kissed the left cheek of my ass. I stopped still as I felt her tongue travel over my ass. I felt her hand find my wet open pussy and she rubbed my virgin folds. I almost passed out when my mother's tongue circled the crinkled ring of my asshole.  "OHHH, mom", I moaned as she pushed her tongue into my ass and her fingers slide into my pussy. "Oh Baby your ass tastes so good and your pussy so tight".

  "Here, roll over", my mom told me. I rolled onto my back and my mother lavished the insides of my thighs with licks and kisses. "Oh mom, eat my pussy please". I came again when her tongue sliced up through my folds and flicked around my hard clit. "Oh baby, baby, you taste so fucking good", she moaned into my wet cunt. Ifelt her finger once again find my tender asshole and I groaned as it slide inside. Soon she was fucking tow fingers inand out of my ass as she sucked on my quivering pussy. I arched and humped gainst her mouth as another orgasm began to build in my wanton cunt. I came so hard that I simply fainted at the end of my mother's tongue and fingers.

  When I came to I was met by her smiling face. Then she kissed me ever so lightly on my lips. This kiss soon became a tongue dancing French kiss that I remember to this day.

She then smiled at me and rolled obto her back, saying, "How about doing your mom a favor"? I smiled knowing what the favore was that she wanted......I willingly dove right into it, but I will save that for another time.

I hope you enjoyed this true experience and let me know what you think.

He pulled up to a gate I recognized and it opened and we drove to the house in the middle of the property. The door opened and Mother was there, a gown to the floor over her wonderful buxom body. I felt myself getting wet already just seeing her full dark body thru the sheer white silk gown and her lips tha I longed to kiss. We pulled around and Steve got out and opened my door and pulled the leach and I got out my eyes down to the ground and behind him as I had been trained. We walked to the door and Mother stepped and kissed Steve fuly on the lips and grabbed his cock and masturbated him as I stod and watched. He filled her hand with cum and she held it out to me to clean. I did as I was expected and did nothing more. A man standing next to her handed her an envelope and she gave it to Steve. "$5,000 dollars for the week as agreed?" Mother said. "As agreed." Steve said and kissed me. MY nipples were now aroused and they were hard. "Oh we are excited already are we?" Mother said smiling. "Yes MOther." I answered her. "And why is that?" she said. "Because Mother, I am in your presence and it makes me excited to do anything yu tell me no mater what it is, it gives me pleasure to serve you." I repeated the matra I had been taught. "Good dear" she said and gave my chain to the man and said, "Take her to the chair, get her ready and make sure she has voided herself first, then put her in and get her ready." "Yes Mother<" he said and led me off.

He took me to a toliet and told me to make sure I went as much as possible. I did as told and cleaned myself after and he led me to a room in the basement. It had dark walls and some lights and cameras all around the room. In the middle was a chair sort of device. It looked like something a workout chair of sorts. It reclined at an angle and was bare of anything except straps. "Sit down." he said. I did and he began strapping me in. My ankles, knees, my thights below my pussy, my hips and waist my midrif, below my breasts each shoulder and my elbows and wrists and hands. My neck was secured with a soft strap and my head also so that I could not move any part of my body at all. I was then blindfolded and it was total darkness.

Then I heard Mother, "Teresa, you will be here as long as I say. We will feed you a drink that has all in it you need. When you must relieve you bowels tell me and we will make arrangement for it but you will not get out of the chair until I am convinced you have been properly trained." "Yes Mother, thank you Mother." I said. I heard her begin to leave and said, "Mother." "Yes, you may speak." she said. "Mother, I love you, will you give me a kiss please." She laughed and kissed me. "Begin" he voice said. Something cold was applied to my pussy and ass and chest and then the person left as far as I could tell. Soon a heat began to grow in my pussy, my chest was on fire and needed relief, my tits begged to be massaged and nipples sucked hard. My pussy grew hotter and begged for anything to fil it, hard or soft it did not matter. I moaned and tried to move my legs together to give my clit some relief but I could not move any part of my body. I do not know how long it was but I was crying, tears were rolling from under the blindfold. "Oh please Mother, please tell someone to fuck me, please" I was begging over and over. I slept and then again cold struck my pussy, ass and chest. Some creame was being spread on them and the heat came again. I begged for relief of any kind. Begged and cried and begged. Over and over this happened. I had a few breaks when they gave me a sweet liquid and let me pee. Then it began all over again.

One day (I suppose) the blindfold came off and Mother was washing my face with a cool clothe. "Oh Mother, please make love to me, please at least kiss me again." I was begging. She began to kiss me then stopped and smiled her smile that told me I was not to have the freedom yet. "Begin the next stage." she said and walked away. The blindfold went back on and I heard something pulled to the chair. I felt something slip between the lips of my pussy and had an instant orgasm. "She is really ready Mother." the man said and I heard her laugh. Make sure she does not get dry, I don't want my property damaged." she said. A switch was thrown and the machine began slipping into me and it began making me have orgasm after orgasm. I could not move to meet the cock that was moving in and out and then it went faster and faster. Now I was wanting to move with it could not. My pussy was now being driven wild but I had to remain still.

I was fed and slept and pissed and again the machine took my body and drove me to dispair now. I waned to die and told Mother so if it pleased her I would die from pleasure. I passed out and when I woke I woke to kissing. I opend my eyes and Mother was in bed next to me, kissing me all over and then she said "Hello, pet, are you rested now?" "Oh yes Mother, and in your arms." I was now crying. She laid back and spread out her body, "Service Mother." I began sucking her nipples, and it made me have orgasms and then as I kissed her al over and sank my tongue into her pussy she pulled my face into her and I could not breathe but did not resist. I woke and she told me to finish. I did and for maybe two hours did all she told me to do. "Are you thirsty dear?" she asked me. "Yes Mother I told her. "Good, come to the bathroom and you can have a nice drink." I followed her and she told me to squat in front of her in a shallow tub and put my mouth the her pussy. I did and she closed her eyes making me excited as she moaned and began to piss in my open mouth and on my face. I carressed my tits and had an orgasm as she finished her flow and I swallowed. She left and said, "Clean up and come downstairs."

I showered and put my collar back on and went downstairs. THere were about 30 people there all in various stages of undress. The clapped as I came down and I went to Mother and knelt by her feet. "The perfect slave." she said and introduced me. She turned and walked away, "Serve anyone anyway they need Teresa." she said. "Yes Mother," I said and it began. A man stood in front of me and his hard cock was in my mouth as another lifted me and slipped into my ass. A woman took my breasts and massaged and sucked them and I was given to everyone that wanted me for I do not know how long. I woke up from sleep with a man filling my pussy or ass and cumming on my body. Over and over I was taken by anyone. I slept and again Mother was next to me. "Serve me again dear and Steve will be here for yuo in the morning." "Yes Mother," I said and made love to her.

The next morning I was bathed by others and the collar put on. I knelt by the door and waited. Mother took my leach and gave it to Steve. "She do okay?" he asked. "Oh very good. Next month we will need her again. I will pay double this time. We will be going to Europe, is that okay?" "No, three times." "Okay" she said. $15,000. We will make a lot more than that." They kissed and we drove home. He took me upstairs and made love to me and we slept again.

She greeted us with a smile and struck up small talk with mom. She then motioned me to sit on the examination table so she could get started. My erection had subsided a little, but anyone with an eye for erections could tell something was going on down there. I stood up while the doctor had her back to me, but mom's watchful eye saw it. I watched her raise her eyebrows and then let a little smile work its way across her face. I sat on the table and the doctor went through the basic stuff making me breath deep and follow the light and say "ah" and for a moment I thought I was going to get out of there unscathed. That is until she told me to lay back on the table. She and mom were still engaged in conversation as she pushed lightly on my stomach from all sides and then she put her fingers inside my waist band and pulled my underwear away from my body. She stuck her other hand a few inches inside and pushed in on my lower stomach. I knew I was done right there! My little dick started to grow as her fingers brushed over what little pubic hair I had. I closed my eyes trying not to look at the doctor. She was very attractive, probably early forties, brown hair and an incredible body. Then she hit me with the one thing I didn't want to hear..."Ok go ahead and stand up and pull your underwear down so I can check you."

"Oh god No," I said to myself, but to no avail.

I slowly sat up and hopped off the table. The doctor sat down on her swivel chair facing me. The top button on her blouse was undone and her skirt was riding up over her knees. It was yet another reason why my erection wasn't going to go away. I slowly pulled my underwear down in front of my mom and the doctor with my dick poking straight out in front of me! The doctor tried to ignore it as I'm sure it wasn't the first time something like that had happened to her. She checked my testicles, ran her fingers through my pubic hair and even moved my erect dick from side to side. My mom watched the whole thing from five feet away! I was mortified.

The doctor told me to go ahead and pull my underwear up to which I did immediately, but my erection got caught in the material and stuck straight out. Before I could fix it, my mom reached over and stuck her hand inside my shorts and adjusted it for me! When the doctor left, I tried to get dressed, but mom stopped me with a "Wait a second."

I turned back in her direction and she asked me the most bold, brazen question I had been asked up to that point in my life.

"Honey, when was the last time you masturbated?" she asked.

I felt my face go flush. How the hell do you answer that? She immediately knew that she had embarrassed me so she tried to back peddle with the "it's normal and everyone does it" speech, but it didn't ease the pain. At 13, I was like any kid in the fact that if you left me alone in a room for more than 5 minutes, I was going to play with myself, but I certainly couldn't tell my mom that.

"That's the only way you're going to get rid of that," she said looking at my bulge.

She then told me to hop back up on the table and lay back down. Reluctantly, I did as she said. She then reached over on the doctor's table and squeezed a small amount of petroleum jelly on her hand and walked over to me.

"Relax," she said smiling. "This shouldn't take long."

Mom then pulled my underwear down so that my boyhood was completely exposed. She then unbuttoned her blouse and leaned over so I could get a bird's eye view of her breasts. She unzipped her pants giving me a great view of her pink satin panties. Oh how I loved those! She ran the fingernails of one hand through my pubic hair while she placed the other around my dick and began to slowly and methodically stroke it. I was in pure heaven! I had done that to myself many times, but it didn't feel as good as when she did it. She continued to rub my pubic area and then my balls and true to her word, it didn't take very long for me to shoot my load.

"Now how did that feel?" she asked. "Good huh?"

I was at a loss for words. She cleaned me off with a papertowel and then we both got our clothes together. As we were getting ready to leave, she whispered in my ear, "I can help you with that anytime you want." I could feel my dick growing again and it stayed that way for the duration of the drive home! My mom is the best!

  "Mark I could help you out if you want" I replied. "What do you mean?". "Well I could you know, show you how to kiss considering I have some experience." I answered. "No way Briana your my sister thats sick" Mark said. "Mark it dosen\'t even mean anything! I\'m just teaching you and you do want to learn right?" "Well....yeah i do want to know....okay then fine lets do it." he replied. "Okay now just lean in and lightly press your lips to mine" I said. "Okay" said Mark and leaned in and gently pressed his lips to mine. "Okay thats good" I said. "Now slowly ease your tongue into my mouth and massage my tongue with it." I said. Mark slowly started to massage my tongue with his and at this point I was getting really horny. I began to kiss him with a little more passion and slowly leaned him back down on his bed. "Briana what are you doing" he said breaking our kiss. "Don\'t worry your gonna like this." I replied and began to undo his belt. "Bri...no...we can\'t...i mean your my...OOOHHHHH GODDDDD!!!" he moaned as I took his cock into my mouth. I sucked lightly on his cock for a while and he continued to moan which told me I was doing something right so i eased it in inch by inch until I felt the tip hit the back of my throat. "OHH GODDD BRI THIS IS SOO FUCKING GOOOOD!" Mark moaned as he began to thrust his hips back and forth in my mouth making me gag a bit each time. His balls swelled a bit and I pulled off not wanting him to cum just yet.

  I climbed on top of Mark and removed my clothes. The second I removed my bra I saw Marks eyes bulge at the sight of my tits. He leaned up and began to nibble and suck on them as I moaned. I slowly lowered myself down on Mark\'s cock until it hit my hymen. "Are you sure you still want to do this?" he said. "There is no other person I\'d rather do this with"  replied and with that I shoved my tongue in his mouth and he grabbed my hips and slammed me on his cock. "AGHHHH" I screamed in agony. Then I felt Mark sucking on my tits and the pleasure sunk in. I slowly began to rise up and down on his cock as Mark slapped and pinched my ass. "OHHH FUCK YAHHH MARK FUCKK ME OHHH GODD YAHH" I screamed. With every thrust my big titties would bounce the pleasure would increase. All of a sudden Mark lifted me off his cock and flipped me over into the doggy style position. He shoved his cock into my damp pussy and began thrusting at a jackhammer speed. "OHHH UN UN UN UN YAHH THATS IT MARK!!! FUCK ME LIKE THE BITCH I AM OOOOOOHHHH GOODDDDDD" I screamed as I came. Mark continued to thrust into me at lightning speed as my pussy contracted around his cock. "OHHH FUCKKK BRI I\'M CUMMING" Mark screamed as I felt the first spurt of his hot seed his my womb. He continued to cum in my pussy until finally he climbed off and layed down beside me. 

  Later that night as Mark slept beside me I remembered that we had not used protection. "Oh well" I thought, "All I can do is hope that I\'m not pregnant." Nine months later I gave birth to twins. My parents still do not know who the father is although Mark and I fuck like rabbits every chance we get.

The camera was placed on the dresser and I saw him walk toward her and they started kissing. She pushed him onto the bed and did a little strip-tease for him. She took off everything and made sure to bend over with her little ass toward him when she removed her thong. At this point, he licked his lips and said " what a hot little ass, I am going to enjoy this!" She turned and pulled him up and started to remove his clothing. First his shirt and she licked his nipples and squatted down to remove his pants.

The bulge in his underwear was huge and when she pulled them down his cock sprang out and hit her right in the chin! It was really big and I thought it looks bigger than the picture we looked at. She reached up to grab it and i noticed her fingers did not even come close to touching when she tugged on it. She reached under the bed and pulled out my tape rule! Looking at the camera she said "I want you to see for yourself how long this big black cock is that will soon be inside my body" Putting one end against the base she pulled out the tape and I saw that he was 13.5" inches long!

Then it really started. She put both hands on him and was jerking him and licking the end of his monster. Opening her mouth wide, she put the head in and barely anymore. He started moaning and his legs started to shake. knowing what was coming and not wanting to end the evening too soon, my wife stopped and instructed him to lie down on the bed. He said "It won't end when I cum, because I can cum many times in one night and I want you to get my first load right in your mouth!" The licking and tugging recommensed and it was not long before I knew that my wife was about to get a mouthfull of hot black love juice. Then Erica did what I hoped she would and pulled her mouth off the end of his extra large mushroom head so I could see him shoot his load into her mouth. It was awesome! I counted seven huge shots of thick white cum blasting into her mouth! Each one looking to be as plentiful as the one prior. The eighth blast missed her mouth and shot past her head and splattered against the wall! This guy was not human! As he collapsed onto the bed she turned toward the camera and opened her mouth so I could see. She stuck out her tounge and showed off her "mouthfull" Then she swallowed it all!

Next she got on top of him and rubbed her little boobs on his cock to get him hard again. It did not take long and he was ready to go! The guy was amazing! Erica climbed on top to get ready to fuck him and I thought " to bad for this camera angle,  won't be able to see it enter her pussy from the side" All of a sudden the camera moved! A voice said "wait, let me get a better angle for this" SOMEONE WAS WITH THEM!

I decided i would not get upset when He focused in on her hand guiding that big cock into her little pussy! Erica let out a big moan as the entire cock went all the way into her! She had gone up and down about six times when I realised that she was about to have an orgasm. She started yelling "OH, my god!" over and over as she orgasmed. I saw her juices flowing down his dark shaft as it plunged in and out of her, practically splitting her in half. She was shaking like a leaf and had to stop. She could not move. Erica flopped down onto his chest like a rag doll and I thought she passed out from the pleasure or maybe from the pain. He let her rest for a minute and then picked her of his chest and they went at it again. This happened three times and the fouth time she started to orgasm he said "Now it's my turn to cum" I saw his already large member begin to expand in preperation of an impending eruption. Erica started breathing like she was hyperventilating as he grabbed her hips and held her down to penetrate as deeply as possible as he proceeded to fill her little pussy with a giant load of his seed!

After a few minutes she got up and I saw his cum running out of her pussy in what seemed like gallons.

He got up and bent her over the edge of the bed. Staring hungril

(Jessica Leaving Work, Calling Christian)

C: Hello?

J: Hey baby, i'm on my way home.

C: Great, I've Been Thinking About u all day. guess what i'm wearing.

J: not that blue silk shirt with the matching thong......

C: the exact ones!

J: oh, i just can't wait to get home and put a hole through those speedos with my nice hard cock.

C: do a favor for me baby.......

J: anything u want.......

C: play with it for me.

J: i can't, jeffery is looking.

C: then roll up the window, u are in the limo right?

J: yes......

C: then just roll up the window and play with it for me.

J: ok baby. (rolls up mid-window)

as jessica rolls up the window, she starts to slowly pull out her big, long, love muscle, and starts to slowly caress it.

C: Play with your balls too baby.

J: ok (she said in a very sexual voice)

christian starts to play with his also.

C: now bend over and finger your self.

J: ok, but only if u do first.

C: ok. (he starts jacking of slowly, then speeds up as he puts one of Jessicas' dildos up his wet ass. uh.......... uh...... UH!... UH!.. UH!!!!!) (He cums all over his fingers and licks them like lolipops. while Jessica on the other hand has stopped playing with her love toy.

C: your turn baby.

J: y don't i just cum inside and give it to u? (she says as she pulls up into the drive way.

C: Yes, PLEASE!!

(Jessica runs out of the car and right into the house without grabbing her jacket, or her briefcase. Christian is waiting on the couch, butt naked sweaty, and bending over while saying "cum on in.")

(Jessica rips off the rest of her clothes and reveals her raging hard cock, and beautiful breast)

(she jumps on the couch and lubricates her cock, right before she sticks it in.)

(Christian moans very loudly and starts to talk dirty to her)

C: OH, YES, FUCK MY LITTLE ASS, FUCK IT FASTER!!

(Jessica is calling out, "u like that, huh, u like my big hard cock in your ass, huh bitch?! i'm gonna fuck u so good baby! i don't wanna stop until i here u scream my name!!")

(Jessica continues to slam his ass hard, her 9 inch cock going in and out, in and out.)

 Christian Responds by yelling out, "YES BABY, YES, DON'T STOP !!)

(Christian continues moaning and groaning until he screamed/yelled out her name, "OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH........JESSICA!!!!!"

(Jessica Pulls out her cock, sticks it in his mouth, jacks off right up until.............. "UHHHH!!!)

(Jessica shoots a big load right in his mouth, and as it drips out an open corner, he slurps it back in and starts licking her cock and balls.)

J: if you think that was good then wait un till later 2nite, i learned sum new moves.........

I couldn’t believe it!  I was offering him the most intimate part of my being, willing to allow him to fuck not only my well-used pussy, but also my nearly virginal ass. However, it wasn’t quite that simple and as he explained it began to make more sense.  He wasn’t willing to try and imitate someone else’s experience, but he was willing to try and pleasure me if I was willing to just allow thing to happen as they would without a set routine or game plan.  I didn’t know it then but I was to learn later this was the most important secret to good anal sex.

Meeting Thomas for the first time was scary primarily because I don’t generally meet guys knowing that they are going to be taking me rectally, but in this case I’d already emailed exactly what I wanted.  On top of this I had these incredibly hot stories I’d masturbated to for weeks of him totally dominating and pleasuring a young woman, so I imagined him as some special sex machine, however he was – well like me in the murky 40’s, carrying a little extra around the middle, good looking in a average way, and very, very tall.

We met for dinner and as he seating me his hands slid over my breasts making my nipples hard instantly, but he seemed unaware of what he had done and he was a perfect gentleman throughout the meal, flitting with me, some double meanings and sexual innuendos, but all of it fun.  By the time the meal was ending and we were lingering over coffee I had decide to sleep with him and yet he never seemed to sense the need to ask me, he simple said,  “It is getting time we head back to our room.”  All I could do was weakly nod and follow to his hotel.

He is very oral and by the time he had me naked there were few places his tongue had not visited or probed.  My nipples tingled with the memory of his warm mouth closing over their hardened tips and I could still feel every place he had contacted as his mouth tried to kiss every inch of skin exposed on my buttocks and ass crack as he’d slowly removed my panties following them all the way to floor along my inner legs with wet tongued kisses.  Laying me on the bed her brought me nearer and nearer climax working his skilled mouth over my labia and anus alternating back and forth the only man ever to probe inside my ass with his tongue filling me with odd and desperate longing to do wicked things I never before desired until I thought I never be able to stand it and then he entered me.

Sex with Thomas was not all that unusual, other than the fact that he was very long lasting and fucked me for a good 30 minutes without either of us climaxing shifting from missionary to me on my back and he on his side entering me, then taking me from behind, and eventually back to missionary my legs up and back enjoying him in my depths when suddenly he pulled out placed his organ’s tip at my anal entrance which was completely soaked with my own juices and entered me.

The feel of his rubbery firmness separating my anus opening was both frightening and arousing.  Every other man had asked me if I was ready and had gone slowly but he was at least halfway inside of me and I tried o warm him, “careful….” But the next instant he was fully inside me, and the moment after that thrusting me in long complete thrusts as the length of his organ slide easily in and out of my asshole. I could only wonder at the pure spasms of pleasure that washed over me with each thrust wrenching from my throat the most ardent sounds of feminine pleasure.  Pleasures I had never know I was capable of from such an act controlled my body and I could feel myself building rapidly toward my own release.  My voice, raised just moments ago to try and stop such penetration now begged shamelessly for more, “Oh God!  Please.  Don’t stop, oh God, I am going to cum, don’t stop, God, Fuck me harder! Now” Then it happened!

Contractions began and wave after massive wave of pleasure ripped through my whole being, warmth washing outward in waves as my anus clung with every spasm to his naked cock trapped inside of bowels while my empty vagina literally poured my arousal out of its opening with each new wave of pleasure and somehow amidst all this he continued fucking my asshole and his own orgasm was coming. 

After another minute he filled my ass with his emission then he pulled me to the side and still in my ass began to fuck my now flooded passage his hand cupped my pubic mound in the massive outpouring of love juices and sliding easily over my sex, my moans timed to the still hard cock which was possessing my body and gradually as the minutes pass I become aware that my arousal is building and that I am going to cum once more this time brought off by the gently teasing hand and the forever lasting cock in my butt.  Just as I near orgasm his fingers find my center of pleasure and I explode instantly and repeatedly as he takes me and uses me for his pleasure, his fingered hard on my throbbing clit as over the next 15 minutes he fucks me until another load of maleness is left inside my anus.

Laying on the hotel bed, covered in perspiration I contemplate why Thomas could pleasure me when others could not.   Most of it had to do with timing.  He never asked to fuck me in the ass he just did it, never letting me tense up.  I mean what can you do but stiffen up when you loved asks if he can fuck you up the ass?  Similarly once started he didn’t let me get tense like others had trying to be gentle.  Hesitation was not gentleness because it delayed my pleasure and in the end prevented my enjoyment.  Thomas had made me climax in ways I could never have imagined because He sensed what I wanted when I was not even sure what I wanted.  Thanks to Zoke’s story I wrote another new chapter in her legacy at age 45.  I wonder who will be next?

 

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We reached her bedroom and started to kiss passionately. Her lips were so smooth and soft it was unbelievable. Alex led me onto her bed where she sat me down and started to striptease for me. Off went her white shirt, then her mini skirt, then she took off her lacy bra, revealing her perfect, cute tits, then her black thong came off to uncover her clean shaven pussy. She stood still whilst I took all my clothes off, then knelt in between my legs where she took hold of my cock and started to give me a hand job. Alex opened her mouth slightly. Her hand moved up and down the shaft of my cock as her mouth salivated, waiting until the time was right so she could feast on it. Her hand was so soft as it glided up and down from the base, right up the 8 inches till it reached the head. She jerked me off slowly, knowing the anticipation of her hot mouth around my thick cock was too much for me. I watched her tits as she jacked me off. They were so perfectly round with small and perky little nipples. She slowly lowered her head until she took the very tip of my member into her mouth. She sucked on the head of my cock whilst her tongue flickered in manic circles around my pee-hole. She spent about five minutes working me up like this until she finally started to move her head slowly down my shaft. She kept one hand at the base of my cock and the other was fondling my balls. When she reached the bottom, she waited a few seconds. I could feel my cock hit the back of her throat. She didn’t even gag or flinch. Then, she slowly moved up, perfectly sliding her tongue up the middle as her mouth still engulfed my dick. She repeated this until she was manically using her mouth to fuck my cock. I was getting so horny and knew it wouldn’t be long before I released my load down her throat. I put my hands on the back of her head and used them to push her head further and further down my cock until I was finally ready to cum. I slammed her head down with my hands and felt the back of her soft, wet mouth with her teeth at the base of my cock and her nose in my pubes. I came loads. Streams and streams of hot, sticky jizz flew out of my cock and straight down Alex’s throat. I finally stopped cumming and she stood up after sucking my cock clean and swallowed all my jizz. She climbed on-top of me with my still hard cock in her hand. She positioned herself so that great, clean-shaven pussy was dangling right above my cock, ready to drop onto it at any moment. She finally did drop and my cock ripped straight through her pussy lips and slide inside her tight and wet hole. I looked her in the eyes as she immediately started to bounce up and down on my fat cock with a smile on her face. She was immediately started moaning and her tits were springing all over the place. My cock went deep inside her and she made sure she got the whole thing inside. She came about ten minutes into the fucking with a load moan and scream. This didn’t stop her though and she carried on fucking me even more manically than before, this time whilst biting her lip with closed eyes as she put all her effort and concentration into fucking my dick. I finally came inside her about five minutes after she had had an orgasm, but this again didn’t stop her. My cum filled her up, deep inside, but she carried on at the same pace, forcing my cum to leak out of her pussy and gather around the base of my cock. “I’m nearly there!” she said. I felt her toes curl into a ball beside me and then she screamed even louder than before as her pussy contracted and engulfed my cock even more and her juices soaked my cock. She climbed off me, both of us hot and sweaty and lay across my belly, taking my cock back into her mouth and lapping up the remains of both mine and her orgasms. I then stood up and she lay down with her legs apart and, kneeling on the floor, I placed my head in between her legs and used my tongue to flick up and down her pussy. Soon she got too horny and grabbed the back of my head and forced me to eat her pussy out, putting as much pressure on my head to force my tongue in further. This went on for about twenty minutes before she came for the third time. I then climbed out from her legs and, hard again, walked over to the chest of draws from on the other side of the room. I removed a bottle of K-Y jelly and she immediately positioned herself on the floor, on all fours. I lubed up my cock and the knelt behind her. With more K-Y jelly I fingered her tight arsehole until it was just about ready for my to penetrate. I slowly slid my cock inside and she screamed as I shoved my whole length inside her. I then fucked her tight, red-raw arse for about ten minutes. Alex enjoyed anal sex the most and during the ten minute period she had no less than five orgasms. I was ready to cum after this time, so removed myself from her anus with a squelch of the lube and turned her around to face me. I started to tug myself off with those big, bright blue eyes looking up at me innocently. I came and streams of jizz covered her face. It went all over her brown her, and plastered her face and tits. She left me panting and stood up and lay on the bed and fingered herself vigorously as she picked strands of jizz off to lick with her tongue and swallow.

"Tell Eddie I've finished with this for now. She's one of his better whores, but she has too much of a mouth on her," Warden Stone barked at Steve and slammed the door shut.

Part IX

I lay there stunned, how had I miscalculated my effect on the Warden? The one man who could guarantee a transfer from this shit-hole; fuck!!!!

The cravings of male sexual hunger within the confines of the four walls of Chelmsford Prison did not stop just because there were visiting days with the guards bribed to look the other way (or wantonly stare) whilst prisoners wives or girlfriends masturbated and fellated their partners in the visitors room. On completion of these visits the prisoners were seldom fully satisfied when they stuffed their sticky, deflating penises back into their grubby prison fatigues; they had the same appetites as men everywhere and wanted sex daily if they could get it.

In this rough world of imprisoned men where the inmates had only the slight chance of sex during visiting hours, I knew that when I was forced to dressed as a woman, I was enticing to these sexually deprived animals. The prisoners had only the fumbling wanks and sloppy fellatio provided by their wives and girlfriends as they dipped their hands and heads below the Formica topped tables during visiting hours.

The lack of normal heterosexual relations available to the inmates was the catalyst that allowed Eddie to make a fortune running his prison brothel with his string of transvestite prostitute inmates. Men starved of female companionship took their pleasure where they could; and there were also undoubtedly some prisoners and guards who preferred sex with transvestites regardless of the availability of women.

I was the latest addition to Eddie’s stable, and although being forced to crossdress and prostitute myself was repulsive to me, I knew from recent events that I was irresistible to the inmates and guards who found their pleasure this way. So why had the Warden been so contemptible to me after treating me so nicely at first? I had obviously overplayed my hand when I tried to make my proposal for a transfer out of Chelmsford. Stupid me! I decided that I had better come up with another solution to get out of this disgusting place. Perhaps blackmail might work where my charms had failed?

"Well Michele, you really managed to piss the Governor off somehow! Come on you naughty girl, lets get you back to your cell so you can get cleaned up and rested; you still have to work tonight," Steve said, lifting me to my feet.

He leant down and picked up my skirt and shoe from where the Warden had thrown them on the floor.

"Here sweetheart, put these on," he offered the items to me smiling.

I slid the patent leather black high-heeled sandal over my stockinged foot, my painted toenails visible through the torn reinforced toes of my pantyhose. The silver anklet around my left ankle was still there, sparkling as the light reflected off it. I slid the navy blue skirt up my legs and wiggled my pantied arse into it and tried to smooth it down my thighs. I leaned against Steve to steady myself whilst I dressed and I heard him gasp as he wantonly ogled me. The split in the side seam of the skirt exposed my sheer hosed legs right up to the top of my thigh, and I exposed a glimpse of white satin panty as I adjusted my translucent white nylon slip under my skirt. I felt Steve’s hard muscled bicep as my painted fingernails dug into his arm and remembered how dangerous this could be.

"Christ you look good Michele. With that torn skirt, laddered stockings and messed-up makeup you look like a stray waif who needs rescuing."

"And fucking," I heard him whisper to himself.

"Come on, we better get a move on," Steve pushed me through the door onto the stairwell landing.

He pushed me against the wall and pressed his full weight against me. I could feel his hot breath on my neck.

"Shhh! I think I hear someone on the stairs below us!"

"We’ll have to wait here and be quiet until the coast is clear," he whispered in my ear.

Steve pressed tighter against me, my back was pushed hard against the cold concrete wall. Steve was breathing into my ear his breath quickening.

"I can’t hear anything," I whispered.

"Shhh! If you can’t shut up I’ll have to shut you up!" he whispered hoarsely and pressed his lips against mine.

I felt the groan in the back of his throat and heat from his body. He kept his lips locked on mine and then I felt him slowly start to rub himself against me, his member thickening in his jeans and pushing against my lower body. Steve’s hands came up and pressed my arms tight against my body in a vice-like grip as he continued to kiss me and move against my body.

"Keep quiet; we can’t afford to be found here outside the Governor’s office; Eddie would kill me," he whispered hoarsely between kisses.

I tried to open my mouth to protest and he slid his tongue into my mouth and passionately tongue kissed me. I was resigned to my fate. What could I do? I was still shocked from the ravaging I had received from the Warden. Steve released one hand and slid his arm between our bodies, still kissing me and flattening me against the hard wall. He fumbled around; I knew what he was doing, and then I heard the rasp as he opened his zipper.

His hard penis leapt free from its denim prison and I felt the hard hot texture of it as it came to rest against the material of my skirt. Steve groaned again and repositioned his hands. His body now pushed me harder against wall; his right hand pushed on the back of my neck pulling my face and lips hard against his; his left hand slid up my right thigh, his callused fingers whispering against the nylon of my hose.

It was deathly quiet on the stairwell. All I could hear was Steve’s heavy breathing, the occasional groan in the back of his throat, the whispery murmur of his fingers stroking my pantyhose and the rustle of my skirt rubbing against my body as he pushed his cock against me and gyrated his hips. There was no sound of voices or footfalls.

I managed to briefly break the lock of his lips on mine and pleaded,

"There’s no one coming Steve; quick let’s get back to my cell while the coast is clear!"

"Shut the fuck up bitch!" he hissed, "There is one person coming soon and that’s me!" he confirmed his intention to take me in this cold bleak stairwell.

I squeezed my arms up between us and pushed against his shoulders in an attempt to fight him off. Steve just pulled my face back to his and carried on kissing me, thrusting his tongue over my lipstick-smeared lips and deep into my mouth. His hand on my thigh seized the hem of my skirt and wrenched it up; as he did so he adjusted his stance so that his hard hot penis pressed between my nylon encased thighs.

Steve groaned again and began to rub his engorged member in the crevice created by pantyhosed thighs. I locked my thighs together in a vain attempt to stop him. Steve now repositioned his hands and bought them both down to my buttocks, taking one buttock in each of his big strong hands, squeezing them through the material of my skirt. The hem at the front of my skirt remained ridden up so that his cock was nestled in the ‘Y’ shaped silken valley created by my hosed thighs and white satin panties. Steve now began to push his steel hard member in and out of this silken trap, his cock pressing further between my legs with each thrust. He was ‘dry humping me’ the dirty bastard!

I beat my fists against his hard muscled shoulders trying to discourage him, but it was useless. Steve now lifted my buttocks upwards and as he did so my body slid up the wall and my feet lifted off the floor; Christ he was strong! My high heels left the ground and as Steve continued to lift me up against the wall he pushed his body weight against me, forcibly opening my legs. As hard as I tried to press my legs closed, the force of his body and his strong arms proved no match for by feeble efforts as my fists drummed against his chest and shoulders.

Steve suddenly heaved me up and at the same time repositioned his grip under the tops of my thighs as he pushed me back against the wall with his bodyweight. My feet were now completely off the ground and my thighs spread further, unencumbered by my torn skirt. Steve pressed his groin into me and I felt his turgid penis throbbing against the satin gusset of my panties. He adjusted his position slightly and I felt his member begin to slide under the gusset of my panties and push against the sheer nylon crotch of my pantyhose.

Steve was panting with excitement and exertion; his hot breath was in my mouth and then on my cheeks as he kissed me hotly on my lips and face. He moaned,

"Michele; please………I’ll be gentle honey……..God you’re so lovely!"

What could I do? Resistance was futile and would probably only cause me pain.

I moved my hands from his chest and wrapped them around his neck and slid my nyloned calves around his waist. Had anyone come up or down the stairwell they would have been greeted with the following sight:

A large muscular man embracing a petite businesswoman, bracing her up off the floor and against the cold brick wall, her arms locked in embrace around his bull neck whilst her legs were locked around his waist to help support her weight. Her painted toenails peeking through patent leather black high-heeled sandals, her sleek legs sheathed in laddered, diaphanous sheer black nylons, with dark reinforced cuban heels and toes, the seams of the nylons running up the backs of her legs.

She wore a navy blue suit. The skirt was ripped up one side and was snug at the waist and tight around her hips and bottom. A glimpse of translucent white nylon full slip was visible where her skirt was torn and where the front of her skirt had ridden up as she clutched herself to the muscular inmate who held her captive. A flimsy white nylon blouse peeked through her navy blue suit blazer designed to match her skirt.

An observer would then notice her pretty feminine face. She wore pinkish hued eye shadow, blended with light aqua to just under her eyebrows. Lashings of black eyeliner and mascara had been applied to her lids and lashes and had smudged around her eyes and had run down her cheeks from the tears she had recently shed. Her plum coloured lipstick was smeared around her lips from the frenzied kisses that had been forced upon her. Her hair was a black bob wig, and a pair of silver and diamond encrusted sapphire drop earrings hung from her ears, a matching pendant around her neck.

She looked defeated and submissive as the powerful thug supported her, pushing her against the wall as he thrust against her grunting and panting whilst he defiled her.

Steve was kissing me hard, his tongue assaulting my mouth. His rampant member slid back and forth, snug between the nylon of my pantyhosed crotch and the satin gusset of my panties. He picked up the pace and pushed his cock harder into the crevice between my buttocks. He settled into a steady rhythm as he dry fucked me, his pelvis thrusting back and forth as he pleasured himself. I just hung on and offered no resistance, allowing him to gratify his primal urges; I just wanted it over with. I responded to his kisses and pushed my arse against him to increase his pleasure and hasten his climax.

Suddenly Steve slammed me against the wall and thrust forward and upwards with all his strength. I felt the glans of his member push firmly against the nylon of my hose and then felt the thin gauzy material stretch and finally give. His rock hard penis nestled in the bud of my sphincter and began to shoot hot spurts of semen. The warm slick liquid lubricated my puckered bud and his member slid deep inside me, pulsing and spewing streams of his seed into my back passage. Steve’s tongue pulsated in my mouth and I responded as I felt an uncontrollable wave of please wash over me.

The head of Steve’s penis was pushing hard against my prostate, his vibrating rampant flesh shooting hot jets of come inside me causing me to orgasm spontaneously. I suddenly emptied my seed into my silky pantyhose and satin panties that encased my sex organs. Steve’s crotch pushed the filmy material against my scrotum, increasing the sensations as they shot through my body, amplified by feel of the sheer nylon hose on my legs and the silky full slip and blouse on my torso.

Steve thrust me hard against the wall as he emptied himself inside me; I groaned and forced myself against him. Steve shuddered and moaned, torrents of semen spewed from his member and dribbled out of me, pooling in my panties.

As our orgasms subsided Steve eased me slowly to the ground and as he did so his cock slid from inside me unleashing a further torrent of come into my undergarments. I tottered on my high heels and held on to him, the last of our kisses becoming softer and tender until I was standing there on shaking legs, my back against the wall for support. Steve adjusted himself and zipped up. He leaned forward and pressed a light butterfly kiss on my cheek.

"Come on honey lets get you back to your cell before Eddie comes looking for us," he whispered, and nuzzled my neck briefly.

As Steve led me dazed and confused up the stairwell and back to my cell I began to realise what had just happened. Again I felt repulsed by my uncontrollable sexual responses. I loathed myself for capitulating and even worse for taking pleasure in the sick, twisted sex life into which I had been enslaved.

Steve dropped me off at my cell and made me strip. He took away my female attire and led me to the showers. He stood guard while I washed off my makeup and showered in the empty cellblock ablutions, the other cellblock inmates were at work but he was taking no chances that anyone might decide to have some fun with one Eddie’s ‘girls’ out of business hours. I have to say I felt better knowing that Steve was there to watch my back whilst I was in there alone. Steve didn’t say much to me at all after I had taken off my female clothing and washed off my makeup; it was as though he had no time for Mike, he just lusted after ‘Michele’.

I spent the last part of the day alone in my cell contemplating how I was going to get out of the mess I was in. I watched the clock, dreading the passing of time as the minutes advanced into hours. ‘Iron Bar’ Steve finally knocked on my cell door and entered,

"Time for work; let’s go," he said.

Steve led me back to E Block, the deserted wing that Eddie had set up as his brothel. He handed me over to Mabel who told me to strip. She inspected me all over as I just stood there meekly letting her prod, poke and stroke me.

"You need a good shaving girl," she clucked, and led me down to E block’s shower rooms.

She had me sit on a stool and shaved the light stubble from my face and then proceeded to remove any remaining hair from my arms, legs and chest. She then rubbed moisturiser all over my body and dressed me in a light blue satin kimono.

"Come on love, you can get ready for work in your workroom," she muttered leading me out into the corridor to my workroom cell.

‘Ready for Work! Workroom! Who the fuck was she kidding,’ I thought to myself. ‘What she really meant was go and make yourself into a woman so the sick bastards in this hellhole can violate you!’

As I passed down the corridor two of the cells had low red lamplight emitting from the flimsy curtains which had been pulled across the bars at the front of the cells. I heard muffled grunts and groans, and as I passed the first cell I heard the slapping sound of flesh against flesh. I could just make out the silhouette of what appeared to be a woman bending over a chair as a large man stood behind her pounding himself against her buttocks.

I could just make out that her panties were pooled around her ankles above ridiculously tall high-heels. As the large man plunged forward into her she shuddered and tottered on her heels, she held on to the back of the chair and the legs of the chair made a scraping noise each time she was pushed forward slightly with each thrust. The man appeared to be fully clothed and grunted like a pig with each lunge of his body; he held on to her tight at the waist. The woman, actually a crossdressed whore, gasped as each thrust rammed his groin against her buttocks with a loud slap.

I couldn’t see anything in the second cell; I could just hear the slurping sounds associated with a well-trained fellatrix at work and the murmurs of a man being satisfied.

"Just Carmel and Charlotte servicing a couple of guards before we open for business," Mabel said as we passed by on the way to my workroom cell.

"Eddie gives the guards a freebie and they keep watch for him and keep out the rabble. Business is business in Chelmsford prison honey; we all have to pay our way," she sniggered.

She led me to the cell door and I noticed that heavy curtains had been rigged on a rod above the cell bars that opened on to the corridor. They were pulled back at the moment but they did not bode well for me this evening I guessed. Mabel pushed me through the door and walked over to the armoire. She rummaged around and pulled out what appeared to be a schoolgirl’s uniform.

"You’ve got a ‘special’ first up love; get dressed, Eddie’s bringing a friend in half an hour."

"He wants to play ‘Naughty Schoolgirl.’"

Mabel rummaged around in the drawers and selected lingerie that she threw onto the oversize cot. She looked at the assortment of wigs and selected a blonde, shoulder length wig.

"Shame we haven’t got time to make up some pigtail braids on that wig, but he’s not really that fussed on authenticity if you know what I mean; it’s more of a costume dress-up thing with him," she shrugged.

"Well come on love, get a fucking move on!" she ordered and pottered out of the cell to go about her duties.

"Fucking old tranny fag-hag!" I hissed to the empty cell after she had left.

I knew the routine well enough by now and resigned myself to getting dressed; failing to comply with Eddie’s orders would only result in a beating.

I sorted through the lingerie on my cot and laid it out so I could dress with a minimum of fuss. First I slipped a red satin garter belt around my waist and clipped it together at my belly button. I twisted it around so it faced the right way, smoothed out the satin panel at the front and straightened out the three red garter straps connected to each side of the belt.

Next I slipped into the nearly nude sheer nylon stockings Mabel had selected. I pulled each one up my freshly shaven legs and attached my suspender belt to the reinforced lace panels at the top of each stocking with the three garter straps. As I smoothed out the wrinkles in the delicate nylon along my legs little sparks of sensuality ran through me. I shrugged the sensation off and continued to dress.

Next I stepped into a pair of boy-leg lace paneled knickers. They were gray nylon with a white lace insert at the front and around each leg opening. The lace trim matched the lacing on my stocking tops. I shrugged into red satin full-cup bra which matched the garter belt. I walked over to the makeup table and opened the drawer that contained my breastforms and pushed them inside the bra cups. No time for adhesive if Eddie was due in twenty minutes. I adjusted the bra and breastforms so that they appeared as natural as possible.

Eddie obviously did not care too much for authenticity; Mabel has selected a pair of patent leather black high-heeled court shoes. They slid easily onto my stockinged feet and as I stood I was relieved to find out that it was a lot easier to balance on these wedge heels than the tapered spiked heels that I had been forced to wear up to now.

I sat at the makeup table and adjusted the lamp so that I had good light to apply my makeup. It still amazed me how quickly I had become adept at the feminine art of applying makeup!

First I applied the foundation and powder. My eyes I decided, would be in dark shades so I applied dark gray eye shadow and black eye liner. I underscored the eyeliner on my lower lids with a thin dark blue line for contrast. I applied lashings of mascara so that my lashes were almost caked with a thick black coating. I lightly applied a dark shade to my eyebrows with the eyebrow pencil and completed the look with a light pink shade of blush on my cheeks and only a slightly darker shade of pink lipstick. I decided to experiment this time and applied a coat of lip-gloss. I pulled on and adjusted my wig; just the look I wanted; I looked like a naughty schoolgirl with the lighter shades of makeup I had applied but with my dark eyes contrasting wonderfully.

Next I put on the long-sleeved cotton blouse, being careful to keep the pristine white garment free of makeup. I buttoned up the blouse, still finding trouble with the way women’s clothing buttoned on the opposite side. I pulled the school uniform tunic over my head and adjusted it. It was a dark blue and green tartan. The dark colour emphasised my pale face and dark eyes. The bodice was tight against my torso; the skirts were pleated and came to just above my knees. Then I had an idea; the finishing touch!

I rummaged around in the drawers until I found what I was looking for. I sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off my court shoes. I pulled on a pair of white cotton anklets over my stockinged feet and then stepped back into the black patent leather court shoes. I looked fantastic! I left my ears unadorned but slipped a simple gold chain necklace around my neck.

I sat back down on the bed and started applying two coats of pale pink nailpolish to my nails. While I was doing this I had time to think and realised what I had done. ‘My God! What the fuck was I doing!’

Not only was I capitulating with the crazy bastards who forced me to become a crossdressed prostitute; I was dressing like a woman as if it was a natural thing to do! I was working at looking good and even being innovative to achieve the ‘look’. Fucking white anklets; what the fuck was I thinking of!!!! Had these sick fucks brainwashed me?

I was about to get up and do; I don’t know what; remove my makeup and clothes? rebel? scream? then I heard the unmistakable sound of Eddie’s voice as he approached.

"Oh fuck yeah Dave, you will love my latest acquisition! She’s got an arse to die for; and with only a little bit of training she already knows how to suck cock like she was born to it."

"I don’t trust the cunt though; she’s too fucking smart by half," he added.

"Smart mouth on her; and you can tell she’s planning something. You have to remember this twat ain’t like Charlotte and the other dumb cunts in my stable; he was a businessman, pretty smart and well to do on the outside until he got done for running some kid over while drunk."

"She still thinks there’s a way out of her job here, and I’m sure she’s got ideas about getting outside or transferring to somewhere else, so be careful if you take a fancy to her; she might try it on, like I said, she’s just too fucking smart!"

Eddie was obviously discussing me with the punter he was escorting to my cell. So Eddie knew I had plans to try and get out of the fucked up predicament I was in. So what! If I got my chance you can bet I’d be gone in a flash!

Then it dawned on me what Eddie had said, ‘so be careful if you take a fancy to her’.

‘Maybe that meant my first customer of the night might be a man of influence and power,’ I thought.

‘Maybe I could use him to my advantage? Better be careful though; I had fucked up royally when I tried it on with the Warden; best find out all I can about this guy before I try to use my newfound charms on him,’ I considered.

"Well hello Michele; don’t you look lovely this evening," Eddie said with an evil smirk on face as he stepped into my workroom cell.

A tall good looking man dressed in prison fatigues walked in behind Eddie and came to a complete stop in the cell doorway and looked me up and down where I sat on the edge of the bed.

"Christ Eddie she’s a stunner all right; you weren’t exaggerating on bit. Hi sweetie," he said pleasantly, walking all the way into the cell.

"Say hi to my best friend David, Michele; don’t be rude!" Eddie smiled my way.

"Hi David," I said in my best attempt at a coquettish voice.

"Davy here is a very special friend of mine Michele, and I promised him that you would treat him very nice this evening; so you do that for me and maybe I’ll be nice to you later ok?" Eddie said in a voice that left no doubt that if I wasn’t nice to Eddie’s friend I would be very sorry.

"Of course I will Eddie," I answered meekly.

"So Davy, will she do; is the get-up ok?" Eddie asked.

David had been looking me up and down ever since he arrived in the cell; he hadn’t taken his eyes off me.

"Yes Eddie she’s perfect, and I bet she can be a very naughty school girl too," David chuckled.

"Yes; and speaking of being naughty; Davy why don’t you go and see Mabel and bring yourself back a bottle of something to drink while I have a little chat with Michele. Just give us five ok?"

There was no doubt that although Eddie was treating David with more respect than I had ever seen him treat anyone else, Eddie was still the one giving the orders.

"Sure; is scotch ok Michele?" David asked my way.

"Fine," I answered.

David ducked out the cell and I heard his footsteps disappear down the corridor. As soon as David left the cell Eddie strode over to me and held out his hands.

"Stand up sweetheart and give us a good look at you," Eddie said.

I allowed Eddie to assist me to my feet. He looked me up and down and smiled.

"Wonderful," he said. Then with lightning-quick speed he punched me in the stomach.

"You fucking cunt! What the fuck do you think you were playing at with the Warden? Me and you are going to have a little chat later and I’m going to remind you how things work around here!" Eddie barked.

I collapsed on to the bed, the wind completely taken out of me. I doubled over in pain as I tried to breathe. I felt like I was dying, I couldn’t get any air in my lungs.

"Don’t you start crying and ruin your face you fucking cunt bitch," Eddie snarled.

"You fucking soak up that pain and get yourself ready. David is my best friend in this shit-hole and I promised him you would treat him special, so you just get your pretty arse off that bed, breathe deep, and be ready when he gets back here."

I forced myself to stand and eventually I could breathe in shallow breaths but the pain in my stomach was excruciating. Even so I realised that I was lucky that Eddie had bought his best friend to see me otherwise he may not have cared about marking my face with his fists. I stood there looking down getting my breath back.

Eddie lifted my face to his,

"You try any of your fucking smart moves with Davy, Michele and I’ll put you in hospital you bitch. I’ll accept the loss of earnings while you recover; besides some cons in here like being sucked off by bitches with no teeth; slides in nice and easy so they say, so you fucking well behave," Eddie threatened.

He released my face just as David walked back through the door with a bottle of scotch in his hand.

"I’ll leave you two kids alone to get acquainted ok?" Eddie sniggered.

He pulled the heavy curtains across the bars to my cell, slipped through them and slammed the door shut.

"Don’t disturb them for a couple of hours Mabel," I heard Eddie yell at her as he walked off.

I was alone in the dimly lit cell with David; we had complete privacy. David looked me up and down again.

"Drink Michele?" he asked, a smile breaking out on his handsome face.

"Please," I smiled back suppressing a grimace of pain from where Eddie had punched me.

David half-filled two glasses with hefty shots of the dark amber liquid and handed me one.

"Michele you are one pretty lady if I may be so bold. And that schoolgirl outfit is just as kinky as hell," he said grinning at me with the confidence the way only men secure in their good looks seem to be able to do.

He suddenly came over serious.

"Don’t get me wrong; I’m no noncer or anything. I like to take my fun with adults not juveniles; it’s just that I love trannies when they get dressed up in sexy costumes like that."

"Oh fuck I’ve done it again; I’m sorry I didn’t mean anything derogatory calling you a tranny."

"Shit, I’m behaving like it’s my first date; let me start over."

We both looked at each other and suddenly burst out laughing. It was honest laughter bought about by David’s embarrassment and stumbling apology. He was very handsome indeed; tall and slim with black wavy hair, deep blue eyes with laugh lines at the corners, white teeth and full sensuous lips. He was deeply tanned and obviously made the most of his allocated time in the exercise yard.

"Alright. Michele, I’m David but please call me Davy."

He took a big gulp of scotch and continued.

"I’m what you might call a business associate of Eddie’s; let’s just say I do him favours and he does me favours."

"I’m fourty something, single, bisexual and disease free," he laughed again.

"And oh; to be honest I do have penchant for transvestite hookers dressed up as school girls," he finished, laughing again in his easy way.

He had managed to put me at ease and I could see how he could easily win over any woman that took his fancy; or man for that matter, he did say he was bisexual after all!

"Hi Davy, I’m Michele and a woman never tells her age," I smiled back at him, taking a sip of the single malt.

"As for the rest……..", I started but Davy interrupted.

"I know the rest honey," David said, "and don’t worry I’m not here to force you to do anything you don’t want to do. Please sit."

I sat down and as I did I winced in pain as it flared up where Eddie had punched me.

"The prick! He hit you didn’t he; while I was gone getting the scotch, the bastard hit you," Davy said and sat down beside me and took my hand.

"If it had anything to do with me I’m sorry Michele; I don’t know how anyone could be cruel to you."

I was taken aback, but wary. So many times since I had been forced to crossdress men had started out being nice to me and had then turned vicious.

"No it was my own fault," I answered, "I did something stupid and paid the price."

"Well I don’t believe that a lovely creature such as you could do anything wrong; and anyway the most you would ever get from me is a light spanking on your tidy bottom," he started laughing again and I couldn’t help but laugh with him.

We both looked down into our drinks and took a sip as the laughter died down into an awkward silence.

Davy put down his scotch and turned towards me, he reached and gently turned my face to his.

"Look Michele, I do know your situation; Eddie told me the whole story. I know you are being forced to this against your will; and as I much as I would love to make love to you I an not going to force you to do anything that you don’t want to do."

"Don’t get the wrong Idea, I often come to Eddie’s stable and go with the girls here; I do love making love to transvestites; but most of the girls here are willing to do what they do, even if they were initially forced or blackmailed into it by Eddie."

"But I have never forced myself on another person and don’t intend to start now," he finished.

I was quite taken aback, Davy seemed to be the most genuine and gentle man I had met since I got into this mess; and he was just stunningly handsome. I figured that if I was going to have to pleasure punters all night, I might as well pleasure someone who is kind, handsome and obviously has some sort of influence in this place.

I had badly miscalculated with the Warden; I decided I would put my efforts into making Davy happy and play him along until the time is right to use his influence somehow to help me get out of this jam. Tonight I was his.

I reached out with my long feminine fingers with their pink painted nails and stroked his face.

"Davy you are the nicest man I have met in this place; how can I not like you?" I smiled and gently pulled his face to mine.

I kissed him on the lips and slid my tongue inside his mouth and ran it along the top of his gums; women had done this to me before and it drove me wild. Davy responded and took me in his arms. I allowed him to pull me against him as he held me tightly but tenderly. He didn’t try anything else for over five minutes; he was just contented to kiss. We kissed deeply and passionately, and besides the smoky taste of the scotch, his breath was as sweet as a baby’s. I was becoming genuinely aroused; it was not just lust invoked by an instinctive response to stimulation, but a slow sensual awakening of my pleasure centers.

Davy eased me down onto the bed, never breaking the kiss. We ended up lying side by side our lips locked. After what seemed like an eternity of passionate kissing I was ready for more; my senses were actually screaming for further stimulation. My cock was straining against the lace panel of my boy-leg knickers, the lace stimulating my member. I pulled myself closer to Davy and lifted my leg up and over his body, the pleated tunic rode up my thigh and exposed the matching lace stocking tops of my nude nylon stockings.

Davy got the hint and started to stroke my legs and thighs, his hand sliding slowly and gently along the nylon. I kissed him deeply and growled in the back of my throat as the sensation caused by Davy’s hands stroking my nyloned leg aroused me further. I started rubbing my crotch against his hard body in attempt to further stimulate my penis. Davy sensed what I was doing and gently eased me away from him slightly; I couldn’t contain my disappointment.

But Davy didn’t miss a beat, as soon as our bodies were separated far enough, he slid the hand that was stroking my leg under my skirt and went straight to my penis. He gripped it lightly through the lace panel of my knickers and began to slowly stroke it.

I groaned and Davy responded by sending his tongue into a frenzy in my mouth; it rolled around my tongue and tickled my cheeks and gums; he was an excellent kisser. At the same time he increased the speed of his hand stroking my turgid knicker-wrapped member. I knew that I couldn’t hold on to my orgasm much longer and tried to pull away; I realised that Davy had seduced me to the point where I would let him do anything. I had allowed the tables to be turned; I was supposed to seduce him into my power, not me into his!

I was too far gone, I made a feeble attempt to extricate myself and gave up immediately as Davy tried to hold me where I was, lying beside him. We were joined at the mouth, out torsos pressed tightly together as we continued our passionate kiss. I was twisted at the waist so that my legs lay open on the bed. My legs were now spread wide, my skirt up around my thighs, the sheer nude hose on my legs running down to the cute cotton socks and the patent leather black high-heeled court shoes.

Under my skirt Davy’s hand was now stroking me hard and fast through my knickers; I began to buck and writhe as my orgasm approached. My orgasm rocketed through me; I felt it through my own body. My senses were heightened to the pitch where I could feel, taste and smell everything intensified one hundred fold.

I could taste my lipstick mixed with Davy’s sweet breath and the musky scotch we had drank. I could feel his tongue jack-hammering in my mouth, my long sleek nylon encased legs were sending those little electric shocks of pleasure I had become to love so much. I could feel the satin bra and suspender set, smooth against my bare skin, and the gray nylon knickers rubbing against my buttocks and scrotum as Davy gripped my cock in the front panel of the knickers and strocked me furiously.

I could smell the sweet perfume I was wearing and Davy’s masculine after-shave, mixing with the musky hint of sweat as we both became further excited. Then I could smell the slightly starchy smell of my semen as I spent into my knickers.

My climax shot through me, and I shuddered and groaned. Davy continued to stroke me, milking my seed into my knickers, the semen lubricating the lace and increasing the intensity of my orgasm. As the last of my emission dribbled into my knickers Davy released his grip on my erection and slid his hand under my silky buttocks and turned my lower body towards him, his hand on my ass pulling me close against him. I lifted my leg again, rubbing my stocking leg against his muscular thigh, milking the last sensations that I could out of my subsiding orgasm.

Davy held me like that, our bodies side by side, for about five minutes; never braking our kiss, my lips were almost numb. Then he stopped kissing me and looked into my heavily made-up dark eyes and said,

"You like?"

"You bet," I responded smiling into his handsome face.

Now that we had stopped kissing I pulled myself free of our embrace briefly and Davy frowned; but not for long as I readjusted our position on the bed. I pushed Davy onto his back and I straddled his waist, my pleated schoolgirl skirt spread over his middle. I leaned down and kissed him briefly on the lips and then pulled back so I was sitting upright. I looked down into his beautiful deep blue eyes and said,

"Now, what can this naughty schoolgirl do for you?"

 

To be continued………………….

Giggling I replied "It's becoming an obsessive habit. I get on the bittorrent sites and I can't get away without starting a hundred downloads. I don't even get around to watching most of them!"

"Ok, I got one!" Brian yelped, while leaning back.

Excited, he tilted his cock towards me which I graciously accepted, grabbing it with my hand. Just as I started slowly rubbing his shaft up and down, there was a *DING*.

"Oops, we left AIM messenger open. Who's this Silverman65 guy?"

"Just a guy I talk to online, tell him I'm busy" I responded.

As Brian started typing he repeated his words aloud.

"This is Ashley's boyfriend, we're busy foolin around, don't bother us" he typed.

"Awww hey don't say that, that's mean!"

"To late" Brian responded, "get back to work!"

I started focusing again. My left hand wrapped around his dick jacking him off as hard and fast as my arm would take me. My right forcefully caressing his balls. His eyes were fixed on the screen and he was lightly thrusting his hips back and fourth while he let out quiet gasps. The volume is low because my mother is home, but I could still hear moaning and slapping from the video.

Leaning forward, he moved my hand away for a moment while he spit on his dick. I placed my hand around the area the saliva landed and started spreading it all over his cock. I myself spit on the head of his prick to make it even more lubricated. After that, I lifted his cock up and spread spit all over his balls then got back to work. Switching hands and at times using both, he drew closer and closer. The video really had him going. I liked what I was doing for him, I felt like I was being humbled. I remember all those times I was alone at night, working myself to a climax while watching porn. I always wished someone could do the work for me so I could concentrate more on the video.

It seemed like we were reaching the home stretch, I thought I might top it off with some dirty talking.

"Do you like it Brian" I said trying to sound cute and innocent, yet seductive.

Taking a deep breath, "Yea" he replied.

"Do you want to cum?"

He responded again, hardly being able to get the yes out. I started stroking furiously, going as fast as I can. My arm was starting to burn but I knew he would cum before I gave out.

"Cum for me baby. Common, fucking cum for me" I said raising my voice, something I wouldnt normally do, trying to mind the possibility of my mother hearing.

He started breathing heavier.

"Oh baby, common, cum. Fucking cum, cum as hard as you can, cum for me baby!"

That did it, and I knew it would hehe. He rapidly stood up causing the chair to shoot backwards and his face went red. He was grinding his teeth letting out little moans trying to be quiet. I scooted out under the desk so I could keep up the speed in a more combfortable position. Sitting up on my knees I kept hand fucking his cock as hard as I could. I looked up at him, waiting any second for his loud. I was very turned on to see him with his eyes half open, still looking at the video.

Suddenly, he let an uncontainable moaning huff out and I felt warm juice squirting all over my arm as he burst 5 shots. Impressively, he was still staring at the video while the rest of his man juice oozed into my hand. When I finally took my hand away I scooted backwards and reviewed the damage. Cum all over my hand and lower arm, also some drops on the chair mat.

I gave him a minute to catch his breath before I bothered him with conversation. He eventually took a look down at me and I smiled at him, trying to be encouraging as some people do after sexual activity. Like in the back of our heads we feel like we just did something bad so we try to do something as an ice breaker to start feeling normal again. While I was still smiling he lightly taped my nose with the head of his penis.

"You've got a dirty little mouth Ashley"

"So? Was it good? Was it worth the effort?" I asked.

"Fantastic! I could of really used you when I was 12 year olds"

"What's changed in those 3 years?" I questioned.

Looking at me as if curious that I insulted him, "I hadn't gone out with a girl until now, you know that."

"Ohhh I see. Well just say the word, I'll hop under the computer desk for you anytime!" I said standing up.

"Maybe next time I'll take this yellow T-Shirt off and maybe steal 5 seconds of your attention from the video" I joked.

"Though maybe your not interested. The girls in the porn you always watch have huge breasts!"

"Your boobs aren't small, I love your B-Cups. If you hadn't told me I would of assumed they were Cs. Misinfomation, it's a bitch. I don't know anything about bra sizes."

"Thanks, heh. Is there anything about me you'd want to change Brian?"

"My friend asked me that same question. I told him I thought you were perfect. Slim body, a very nice round and tight butt, long blonde hair and blue eyes, the perkiest boobs I've ever seen and nipples that could cut through metal when they get hard."

I blushed.

"Are you the only good looking chick in your computer group?"

Looking around for something to wipe my arm off with, "You'd be surprised. Since most people participate in excessive computer usage these days, more normal people are getting into computer science."

"Well there's a turn on. Your missing the key ingredient though and that's a shame, you'd look hot in glasses." Brian stated pulling his shorts over his limp penis.

"Don't worry, my mom wears glasses, I'm sure my visionary future is screwed" I said still looking for something to wipe my arm off.

"I'm gonna hustle down the hall to the bathroom and wash my arm off" I said heading to the door.

About to reach for the door, Brian's hand grabbed my shoulder and spun me around.

"I want you to lick it" he said with an evil look in his face.

"Aww, not now, I'm not in the mood"

"Common, do it Ashley, drink it. It will make me happy."

I don't mind cum, but I only really like tasting it when I'm horny. I wasn't thrilled but I did it. I licked and sucked the juice on my palm and the back of my hand, then sucked each individual finger off. I took a second to swallow and lick my lips, then I dragged my tounge along my arm to get those long shots he blessed me with.

"Ok" I said.

"Nope, still some on the floor" he stated.

I looked down and saw the cum drops on the chair mat I forgot about.

"Ugh" I let out, getting on my hands and knees. I dipped my head down to get my mouth close to the floor when Brian smacked my ass. The surprise sent a chill through my body and nipples immediately shot hard. I turned around and gave him a squinty look, then proceeded to lap the cum off the mat. When I finished he lifted me off the floor and start kissing my neck.

"I'm gonna go babe" he told me.

"Do you have to, it's only 2:30 p.m."

"Yea, I have to get some stuff done. I'll probably talk to you tonight online, or if not, tomorrow morning. Why don't you hang out with one of your friends tonight?"

"They are all busy, I'm stuck here."

"This house cost over a million dollars, it can't be that boring to sit in. The computer and TV will keep you entertained"

"Yea yea, I wish my mom would just get me my own computer already. Comming down here in the middle of the night sucks."

We exited the computer room and headed down the hall to the foyer. On our way to the front door my mom was comming down the stairs. I'm always fascinated to see Brian never stares at her. She's about 5'8, 125lbs with dark brown hair and brown eyes. The most important note for guys would be that she's always bustin through those tightly clad shirts and sweaters with her giant D cups. I'm not sure who's "skipped a generation" process screwed me, but it leaves me wanting ones like that badly. I'm a much smaller girl then my mother at 5'3 105lbs. My online friend Silverman says I look like the porn star Taylor Rain.

My mom's a writer. She's written a few crime novels that are basically what makes our living conditions so favorable. My dad died when I was a little girl so my mom has pretty supported me. Although she wasnt around to often when I was little, my grandpa spent alot of time taking care of me.

My mother came down the stairs barefoot with a tight maroon long sleeve shirt with a v-neck showing her cleavage, no bra underneath and a black skirt that was closer to her hips than her knees. The curvature of her nipples were clearly visible and Brian still didn't look.

"Hey Brian" she said taking the last step on the stairs.

"Oh hi Mrs. Campbell."

"Did you guys have fun?" my mom asked.

I panicked, "what?"

"Hanging out, fooling around on the computer" she returned.

"Oh, yea we did, Brian's leaving now though"

"Awww, Ashley next time your gonna have to do a better job keeping him entertained" She joked, looking down at her papers and heading towards the kitchen. When I turned to Brian he was already heading out the door.

"See you soon Brian" my mom yelled to him without even looking.

"I love you Brian" I yelled before he shut the door.

It caused him to pause, then he leaned in and simply said "bye", closing the door behind him.

I headed into the kitchen. My mom was leaning over the island table reading a paper, the surface area of her viewable cleavage was devilish. As I passed behind her it was unavoidable to see her skirt was hiking up alittle to far. She was rubbing her left calf with her right foot.

I leaned over the table next to her and asked "whacha reading?"

Immediately after my last word she stood up straight and said "I'm going out for awhile, I'll come back with dinner."

Without saying anything else she headed for the front door and slipped into some black high heals. She seemed like she was rushing, as she went out the door with her bag and headed for the BMW. She's been acting really weird around me lately. She's always been kinda distant but now when ever I'm around she acts like she's in the room with a stranger and can't think of anything to say.

I had nobody to hang out with so time to be a loser! I was so used to running around in my underwear when I was little that I still haven't grown out of it. Whenever I'm alone I usually get half naked so I can be as combfortable as possible. I took my jeans and t-shirt off and headed for the computer room. I stopped infront of the mirror to check out my ass and slapped it for fun. In pink panties and a pink sports bra I sat down infront of the computer.

First I opened Silverman65's window again.

"Hey Silver, I'm back, my boyfriend's gone" I typed.

Waiting for him to reply I decided to check out the news on msnbc.

"Let see here.......July 25th 2006.....the usual, half the world is at war and storms keep wiping people out by the bazillions"

I started looking for things to download on bittorrent when he finally got back to me.

Silverman65: hey baby, your back!

BlondeAsh: yep

Silverman65: I missed you :P

BlondeAsh: thanks ^_^

Silverman65: So what were you guys doing?

BlondeAsh: I gave him a blowjob

BlondeAsh: oops, handjob* actually

Silverman65: Did you like it?

BlondeAsh: yes

Silverman65: yes what?

BlondeAsh: yes master

Silverman65: good girl

Silverman65: What are you doing?

BlondeAsh: Sitting in the chair indian style in panties and a sports bra, all pink

Silverman65: oh baby

Silverman65: take a picture for me

BlondeAsh: Yes master

 

I turned the webcam on and pointed it at myself. I tried to make an innocent face with a small smile and I snapped a picture. Within a minute I had it on the computer and I sent it to him.

 

Silverman65: God damn your so fucking hot!

BlondeAsh: lol, ty master

BlondeAsh: Do you want me to turn the cam on?

Silverman65: Nah that's ok sweety, I'm leaving in a minute

Silverman65: I forgot to tell you, it's my birthday today!

BlondeAsh: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

BlondeAsh: 46?

Silverman65: Yep! I'm getting old

BlondeAsh: Awww no your not.

Silverman65: I so needed to hear that

BlondeAsh: Where you going?

Silverman65: My wife and kids are taking me out to dinner

BlondeAsh: Awww sounds

Silverman65: Maybe later tonight you can do some stuff on the cam for me again?

BlondeAsh: lol, yes sir

BlondeAsh: If my mom doesn't need the computer

Silverman65: sounds good, maybe TwiztedKitty can join us

BlondeAsh: hope so, c u later!

Silverman65: buh bye

Silverman65: (LOGGED OFF)

Andrew was in his mid forties, single, and owned several rental properties. He is a mountain of a man I thought as I watched his huge shoulders and 6’4” frame fill the doorways as we walked through each room. My 5’8” husband jokingly whispered “I’d hate to piss him off”. “No doubt”’ was my reply as I gripped his hand tightly.

After our tour and small talk with the very pleasant Andrew I stuck out my tiny hand and said, “We’ll take it”. He took my small hand gently into his mammoth human paw and shook lightly, smiling and winking he said, “Great!” I could not help for just a moment to be mesmerized by this behemoth of a man as he peered down smiling while towering over my tiny 5’1” 92 pound frame.

The happiness of that day passed quickly and it wasn’t but one month and I found myself living alone with our young son. Mike abruptly told me he was leaving me for one of our high school friends. I was devastated. No job, no family, and no support I had no idea how I could afford to live alone and take care of my young son.

After a weekend of crying, I knew I had to call Andrew and let him know I wouldn’t be able to pay rent for the current month. I dialed slowly and on the second ring the deep but soothing voice said, “Hello”. “Andrew”, I started. “Hey Amber, is everything ok with the house?” he immediately asked. “Yes, it’s wonderful and I love it. Michael has so much room to play”, I chimed. “But Andrew, I have a problem, Mike left me”, I blurted out feeling the tears come. “What?” he said shocked, “How sad. I am so surprised.” “Andrew, I can’t pay the rent, I, I, I will get a job and make it up I promise, please don’t make me and Michael leave.” “Slow down”, he said, “It will be ok, don’t worry”. “Keep me informed and if I can do anything let me know.”

Two months went by quickly and still no job and no money. Andrew had begun calling and leaving messages asking when he could expect the rent. On his last message, his voice was no longer soothing and I could tell his patience with me not paying rent had passed.

Mike picked up Michael for the weekend and I took my last twenty dollars and bought a bottle of wine and rented two movies. I’ll relax over the weekend and figure out how to make this work, I thought as I walked out of the store.

Back at home, I poured a glass of wine and sipped it slowly. I went to change. I slipped off my jeans and removed my top and bra. I looked and my petite body clad only in panties and nearly cried at the thought of my husband with another woman. I had worked hard to get back into shape after the birth of Michael. My 32A breasts were still perky; I had no stretch marks, and only a tiny almost now invisible scar from the cesarean birth. I shook off the emotion and slipped on a pair of cloth shorts and a tank top determined to get happy.

I went into the living room put in a movie, curled up on the couch and finished the first glass of wine. I went to the kitchen and brought the bottle back, filling my glass again and placing the bottle on the end table. After the second glass the wine had my head spinning a little and I was resting it on the couch pillow when I heard the knock.

I nearly jump out of my skin. I went to the door and looked through the tiny window and my heart sank. It was Andrew. What is he doing here at 9 o’clock? I thought. I opened the door forgetting that I wasn’t really dressed that proper for company and said “Hi Andrew”. He managed to smile a little and then frowning said, “Amber, I need the rent.”

What happened next was the beginning of the worst night of my life. He pushed his way into the house. I stepped back to keep from getting stepped on and stumbling from too much wine I fell into the overstuffed chair. “Hey”, I yelled. “Get out”, I cried.

My heart was pounding in my chest as I cowered in the chair looking up at this giant of a man. Too scared to speak I felt the tears begin to flow down my cheeks. I was scared to death. The once gentle man had become enraged. He reached down and grabbed my small wrist and pulled me out of the chair almost breaking my arm. “Ouch, please, please don’t”, I pleaded. I knew what he had in mind as he nearly dragged me down the hall to the bedroom.

He literally threw me into the room like a rag doll. I crumpled up on the bed in a ball and began to sob. “Please Andrew, I will get the money, I will leave, you don’t have to do this” I managed to mutter. I looked up only to see his steel glare peering down at me while he unbuttoned his shirt. He opened his shirt and I caught sight of the thick hair that covered his tanned chest and shoulders. I had never seen anything like this. Michael’s chest was smooth and hairless; his complexion very fair

He reached down and I quickly put my face in the pillow. I felt his huge hand grip the back of my tank top. The cool air hit my back and caused chills as he ripped it from my body. I heard him throw it to the floor. I tried to cover my small tits but he quickly rolled me onto my back. I was paralyzed with fear. Lying on my back exposed to this man. Before that moment the only other man to see me naked was Michael.

I closed my eyes hoping this was all an alcohol induced nightmare. The next sound gave me chills and the sobering reminder it was no dream as I heard the rattling of his belt buckle and the slow aching sound of his zipper going down.

I open my eyes just enough to see him drop his pants and kick them into the corner of the room. His boxer briefs fit him snuggly displaying the prominent massive bulge between his legs. I thought back for a moment to my first time with Michael and the tiny bulge he had. I loved him though and his 5 1/2 inch cock was the only one I had ever had. I quickly came back to reality when I felt the bed move. I opened my eyes to see Andrew crawling on his knees towards me. I gripped the bed and thought about kicking him but that thought passed quickly as I felt his large hands on each of my sides. He gripped my shorts and in one quick motion tore them forcefully down my legs with my panties. I groaned. “Please, please, Andrew” I cried one last time to no avail. He was determined to have me.

Being so fixated on his face and the anger, I had not realized that he had removed his boxer briefs. When he grabbed each of my ankles and spread my legs I looked down towards his hands, it was then that I first saw his cock. It was unbelievably huge, hard, and thick beyond belief. I don’t know the measurements but the nurse at the hospital that did my rape kit said it had to be at least 10” and thicker than my wrist. I closed my eyes.

He raised my legs with little effort. My shaved pussy exposed to him and his anger. His hands were so large he held both ankles together high in the air as he slowly licked down the back of my legs. My stomach begins to churn and I thought I was going to be sick. I know my ass rose off the bed when I felt his cold thick tongue plunge into my tight slit. “Ahh”, I moaned.

I felt him lay an ankle on each of his hair shoulders. It felt like sand paper against my smooth delicate legs. The next thing I felt was what I knew was the head of his cock going up and down my slit. I closed my eyes as tight as I could and whimpered. I felt very little moisture.

He stopped moving his dick and left it near my tiny opening and that was the only warning I had that he was about to enter me. I thought he would go slowly; he didn’t.

He shoved down into my barely moist pussy with such force that I was pushed up against the head board hard. I screamed as his massive cock tore into me taking my outer pussy lips and folding them in as he ripped me. I grabbed the blankets with both hands, tears came, as I threw my spinning head back and gasped for air. I felt warm liquid running down the crack of my ass. He screamed “You tight cunt”. I nearly fainted, I began to sweat, and the pain was excruciating. I felt him move and gain his balance and then he shoved again. It felt as though my pelvic bones were separating to accommodate his huge cock. It but it felt as though I had been impaled on a baseball bat.

Barely conscious I rolled my head to the side and saw the red flicker of the clock light 9:11 it read.

The next shove sent him deep into my pussy, I felt him hit my cervix and push it in as his hairy balls touched my tiny ass. I thought it would burst as my eyes rolled back in my head.

It became hard to breathe as he laid his 210 pound hairy frame on top of me. Each time he ground his dick in me his rough hairy chest would scrape across my tiny stomach and tits.