fair as it may be, she was blaming Amy for many of the things that had happened to her. She had to suck cock, and swallow cum to protect Amy. She had to rub balls, when she would rather have died than do all those things, to protect Amy from being raped. In her upset state of mind, she did not realize that a) she would have been raped anyway. They just would have raped Amy also, or if that was a bluff, just forced Cindi to do it anyway. I suspect threatening to take Amy was a bluff - they just were turned on by making her give in and do it of her "own free will". b) She made the choice to protect Amy. I will always have a special love for Cindi for protecting my little Amy like that, but it was not Amy's fault. She had nothing to do with it.

My problem now was what to do about the whole situation. Obviously, I felt we should go to the boys' parents and the police, but I felt that had to wait, since my wife was out of town (again!). God, there were times I hated her job, whatever it was! However, this had happened at least two weeks before, so another day or two was not going to matter. A bigger problem was how to go to the police about it and how to talk to Cindi about it without using the tape. She was traumatized enough - I really did not want her to know that her rape had been videotaped and god knows who had seen it. Even worse, her daddy had seen it. I could not do that to her, if I could possibly find another way. I suspected it had not been widely viewed by the boys at school, or some of her friends would have known. Some of those girls knew everything that happened - it was uncanny. However, someone other than the original boys had obviously seen it - it was unlikely they had delivered the tape to me. In addition, was this the original, or a copy? As good as the quality was, I suspected it was the original, but I did not know. I had to do something about that - I could not stand the thought of my baby finding out through some sick locker room gossip that her rape had been recorded

As often is the case when there seems to be no clear way to go, an opportunity presented itself the same day to deal with the situation with Cindi. That evening, Cindi and Amy had another fight. This one was bad enough that it finally even got to sweet, gentle Amy, who never got upset about anything. I heard the whole thing, and again it was Cindi that started it. That made sense to me now. Amy got so mad, she stomped out of the room, yelled, "Go to hell, bitch!", and slammed the door. I thought poor Amy was going to die when she stomped into the living room and saw me sitting there looking at her. What you have to understand about Amy is that she is the original goody two shoes. Except with her, it is all genuine. Until that day, I had never heard Amy say a bad word, even "damn" or "hell". I didn't even know she knew such words, much less "bitch". I doubt her mouth was capable of saying, "fuck", if she even knew the word. She stopped dead in her tracks, with a look of horror on her face, turned bright red, mumbled "I'm sorry, Daddy", and then announced she'd had enough and she was going over to Rebecca's house, three doors down. Then she very quietly walked out of the house, closing the door softly behind her.

I waited about 10 minutes for things to calm down, and then I called Cindi into the room to talk to her. She walked in belligerent, angry, snotty, with a chip on her shoulder, and said "WHAT?!?" She knew she was in trouble, as she was just as shocked by Amy's outburst as I had been. At first, I was mad, that she would act that way to me, but immediately I was sorry for that reaction, and my heart just melted for this poor little girl and what she had gone through. I called her over to me, and when she stomped close enough to me, I reached over, grabbed her hand, and pulled her onto my lap, wrapped my arms around her, and hugged her. I first saw the surprise in her eyes, as she was sure she was going to be chewed out, not hugged. Then she tried to pull out of my arms, but I would not let her go. She looked at me with moist eyes and said, "Please let go of me, Dad". I thought I would stop breathing when she said that, but I held on to her and asked her "What's wrong, Cindi?"

"Nothing", she replied. "Why do you think something is wrong?"

"Well", I replied, "it could be that you have been a total bitch to Amy tonight. It could be that you have been that way for about two weeks now, or it could be that you will not even let your daddy touch you, who loves you more than he can even tell you. Which one do you want to pick?"

"Dad (Oh god, when did I become dad instead of daddy?), Amy is such a snot, I am so tired of..."

"Cindi", I interrupted, "Cut the bullshit. I heard the whole thing tonight, as well as several over the last two weeks. You have started every one. Now, are you going to tell me what is going on?"

She gave me a glare that would have put me in the grave if looks could kill, and said nothing. I shrugged my shoulders, smiled, and said, "You know, Cindi, I haven't gotten to cuddle with you for two weeks, and I've really missed it. If you want to sit here on my lap all night, that is fine with me. I'm rather enjoying holding you, but I am not letting you go until you talk to me".

Suddenly, the dam broke. She laid her head on my shoulder, and cried, sobbing her little heart out. I held her, stroked her hair, and told her how much I loved her. I did not tell her it was going to be ok, because I knew it might never be ok for my little girl again. She sobbed her heart out for 15 minutes or so, not seeming to be able to stop. Finally, she wiped her tears on my shirt, looked at me, and wailed "Oh, god, daddy, I don't want to be a slut, I don't want to be a whore!" She started to cry again.

When she stopped crying again, I asked her what was wrong. What did she mean by what she said? She said, "Oh daddy, I'm so ashamed", and then, haltingly, began to tell me what had happened to her two weeks ago. I played ignorant, not letting on I knew all about it. That might seem cruel, making her relive it when I could have saved her the time, but I felt it was important to get her to talk. I still could not let her know I had seen her "shame". I might have lost her forever if I let her know that. She told it straight down the line, even about how she could not stop the orgasms. She cried as she told me how hard she had tried to keep her body from responding, but she just could not help it. As she talked, I began to realize that she thought she was a slut and a whore because her body had responded.

I explained very carefully how it was possible for a male who knew what they were doing to make a female have an orgasm whether she wanted to or not. I told her that did not make her a slut. I told her that she had been raped, and that nothing her body did after she said no changed that. I spent a lot of time holding her, letting her know she was loved, that not all men were like that, and that it was not her fault. After quite awhile, she began to believe me. Then I started to work on the other problem.

"Cindi, you need to stop blaming Amy for what happened to you".

"I'm not!"

"Yes, you are, honey. I am so proud of you for protecting her, and I will always love you in a special way for what you sacrificed to protect her, but she had nothing to do with it and it was not her fault. You have been being mean to her because they used threatening her to get you to cooperate, and you blame her for that. It's not fair". Her eyes got very big, and she said, "Am I really doing that?" We talked it out for a while, and then we just cuddled for quite awhile, with her on my lap, her head on my shoulder, and our arms around each other. I thought she had gone to sleep; she was so relaxed in my arms.

When the front door opened, Cindi immediately sat up as Amy walked in. I saw Amy's eyes open wide as she saw Cindi sitting in my lap, so obviously the opposite from the way she had been lately. Then Cindi jumped up, ran over to Amy, threw her arms around her in a tight hug, and started crying.

"Oh, god, Amy, I'm so sorry, I've been so mean to you, I love you so much, please forgive me, I know it wasn't your fault, I'm sorry". She kept asking her to forgive her and saying she was sorry. Amy looked at me over Cindi's shoulder, confusion in her eyes, and mouthed to me "what??" I mouthed back "just go with it", and she shrugged her shoulders and hugged Cindi back, telling her it was ok, she loved her too. Then they went into the other room together, and I slumped back down on the couch, breathing a big sigh of relief, totally exhausted. I knew we, and Cindi, were not out of the woods yet. One hour or two of talking was not going to solve all of Cindi's problems, but at least, for the first time since I saw that movie, I was beginning to have hope.

been very calm and laid back at all times, I was a little surprised at how calmly she took all of this. Then she turned to look at me during the conversation, and I saw her eyes, and I got goose bumps all over - I was scared. Before I started my career in the medical profession, I had been trained and worked as a law enforcement officer in a very specialized branch of work that received some very specialized training. I do not scare easily. Victoria normally has very expressive eyes. When she smiles, she lights up the whole room, and when she is just acting normal, without smiling, her eyes only light up half the room. When she looked at me, her eyes were flat and devoid of all expression. I had seen that look in her eyes once before, a year earlier, when three men had tried to hurt Amy. I will never forget that look, nor what she did to those men while I removed Amy to safety and before I could get back to help. The thought suddenly popped into my head that I was sure glad I was not one of those boys

I had figured we would go to the police on Friday, but Victoria announced that she had to be out of town Friday and the weekend. I am ashamed to say that was one of the few times I have ever been really irritated with her. I asked her couldn't someone else do it and was even crass enough to imply that her family ought to be more important than anything else is. She looked like I had slapped her in the face, and then looked at me with big sad eyes.

"Don't you think I want to be there for Cindi"? She looked like she was going to cry and Victoria never cries. My heart melted; I loved this woman so much, how could I even think of implying what I did?

"I'm sorry, honey, I didn't mean that, I don't know why I said it. Please forgive me; I know you love the girls as much as I do. I'm sorry - it has just been a very trying last couple of days". The smile she gave me was forgiveness enough.

The other reason I had been so short with her was that I had to be out of town for my job for the weekend. I really did not want Cindi to be alone over the weekend. She seemed the sanest of all of us, though, and just announced that she and Amy would stay at their grandparents for the weekend. She insisted it was ok - after all, she had been alone for two weeks anyway because she was avoiding or fighting with everyone. It would not hurt her to be with her grandparents for two days

When Amy came home a little while later from Rebecca's house, she walked in, and as she walked by me, she asked in a quiet voice that no one else could hear "Did you get it all straightened out"? Damn! Like I said, certifiable genius. I do not know why I even try to fool her. She never did ask what it was all about, though.

Victoria was not getting back into town until very late Monday night. Since I was getting back Sunday, I told her parents to drop the kids off at the house about two hours before I got back, as they had a scheduling conflict for those two hours. When I walked into the house Sunday afternoon, I knew immediately that something was wrong. Cindi was locked in her room, crying, and Amy was almost beside herself, as close to panic as I had ever seen her. When I asked her what was wrong, she had trouble speaking coherently, but finally managed to say that Cindi had read something in the paper, ran into her room crying, and refused to open the door. I told Amy to go to her room and wait there for me until I called her. She rolled her eyes at me as if I was just the biggest dork in the world, stamped her foot in frustration and stomped into her room. Amy does not get upset often, but when she does, she makes sure you know all about it. And when she gives you that eye roll, you feel about 2 inches tall...

I finally got Cindi to open the door, and sat down next to her on the bed. She immediately hugged me tightly.

"Cindi, honey, what's wrong? Amy is almost out of her mind with worry".

"It's them, Daddy". And she handed me the paper. The front-page story was of a SUV with three teenage boys in it traveling at a high rate of speed that ran off the road late Saturday night on a deserted stretch of highway. All three boys were killed instantly. I recognized the pictures of all three from the movie I had seen, although I did not let on that I knew who they were. The paper mentioned that the investigation was still ongoing, as there was some suspicion that their car might have been forced off the road. I felt chills go up and down my body. After that look in Victoria's eyes on Thursday night, and the sudden unscheduled trip out of town, I sincerely hoped that the sudden thought I had was not true.

Things seemed to return pretty much to normal over the next two weeks. Cindi and Amy were best friends again, Cindi seemed much happier, although she had occasional moody periods, and Victoria was back to out of town much of the time. Like I said, back to normal. I have never been able to figure out how all of us can love her so much, and the whole family gets along so well and functions so well, when she is seldom around. Just shows how truly special she is.

There was one thing that occurred during those two weeks, however, that was a change that ended up being very significant, although I did not realize its significance until later. Monday night, we all went to bed as usual. Victoria was not getting into town until late Monday night. About two hours after I went to sleep, I suddenly woke up. Something was different. Then I realized that someone was in bed with me, snuggled up. At first, I thought Victoria had gotten home early, but I realized that was probably not it, as she always wakes me up. Usually in a very delightful way. We usually stay in bed for the first day or two she is home, making up for lost time. The girls walk around the house going "EWWWW!" and making gagging noises, but they really think it's "cute" and usually keep us in food until we rejoin the living. They do blush a lot, and seem to forget how to talk when they bring the food into the room, though. They are so pretty when they blush! I also realized that it was too small to be Victoria, so I figured it was Amy. She has always been terrified of thunderstorms, and jumps in bed with us every time we have one. However, I had not heard any thunder. Then I realized it was Cindi. I was on my back, and she was snuggled up close, with her head on my shoulder and her hand on my chest, sound asleep. I stroked her hair and kissed her forehead and she smiled in her sleep. Poor little thing. When Victoria got home, she found us asleep together, in the same position. I started to move Cindi back into her own bed, but Victoria said let her stay, she feels safe, and besides, it looked so darned cute. In the morning, before the alarms went off, I woke her up (quite a feat in itself - these girls HATE to get up in the morning), kicked her out of bed, swatted her butt and told her to hit the shower. She looked at me with this fake hurt look, but she giggled on the way to the shower.

The same thing happened the next night, too. And every night during the next two weeks. Cindi would go to bed in her own bed, and then sneak into my room after I was asleep. On the days when Victoria was home, she would crawl in between us and cuddle up to one or the other of us. For some reason, it was important to me to get her out of my bed before Amy woke up. I do not know if it was because I was afraid Amy would be jealous, or if I was just uncomfortable with the situation, knowing my reaction when I saw the movie. It did not bother me that Cindi was in the bed - it just bothered me that Amy would know.

The fourth night it happened, Amy got up to go to the bathroom before the alarms went off and saw me booting Cindi out of bed. I must have looked embarrassed and must have stumbled around trying to explain, because Amy gave me one of her famous eye rolls and said, "Geez, Dad, chill out will you? It's not like I don't know Cindi's been sleeping with you every night". Then she got an impish little smile on her face.

"There isn't something going on between the two of you that I should know about, is there"? She whispered theatrically.

"AMY! That isn't funny!" I said as she practically rolled on the floor laughing - SHE sure thought it was funny! "You are just too easy," she choked out between laughs.

"Cindi's just been going through a hard time lately and needs some extra love and attention", I explained.

"Oh. You mean because of the rape?" She was serious now, whispering.

I swear, my heart stopped beating. Certifiable genius. God I love her!

"How did you know about that"? I gasped, panic setting in.

Eye roll. "Geez, Dad, I'm not stupid. I heard about it at school."

Dad. That meant I was being a dork again. Now I was really panicking.

"Oh, God, Amy, we have to stop that from getting around! We cannot let Cindi hear about it! She'll just die if she finds out people know"

Then I got scared again. Amy gave me a cold little smile, and her eyes had that same flat, expressionless look as Victoria's had last Thursday when she found out about the rape. Where did my sweet little baby with the sweet smile and twinkling, expressive eyes go?

"Don't worry, Daddy, I took care of it. No one will ever mention it again".

"Amy... what... did you do?"

Her eyes were back to normal, and she had that cute, impish little grin again.

"Remember Robert, the football player that you think it is so cute that he has a crush on me? Well, he really has a crush on Cindi - he just hangs around me because he is too shy to talk to Cindi and that way he can be around her. I haven't told Cindi yet just because I think it is so funny to watch the two of them dance around each other. God, my sister can be such a dork sometimes. When I heard the rumor about the rape, I told him. I have never seen somebody so mad before. He only had to break one nose before he knew that there was only one copy of the movie, it had disappeared, and only one guy, besides the three involved, the one whose nose he broke, had seen it. He has assured me that no one will ever mention it again," she giggled.

"Amy, Cindi must never know there was a movie." I said. Then I realized what I had said. Oops. No question about what movie, no surprise. Smart. Damn. Maybe she would miss it.

Certifiable genius. Her eyes widened briefly, and then she looked at me for a couple of seconds. Then she got a sad look on her face.

"How was the movie? It was hard for you to watch it, wasn't it? So, did you run those guys off the road, or was it Mommy?" she asked quietly. Something in my face must have told her something, as she reached up, put her arms around me in a big hug and kissed my cheek. Then she walked away. I was desperately hoping she would never figure out the other reason I was upset about watching it. In addition, I knew I had not run those kids off the road. I wish I could be sure Victoria had nothing to do with it. I was worried, though. I already knew from experience you do not mess with her babies.

One night, about two weeks after Cindi had started to sneak in bed with me, I was sound asleep, having a wonderful dream. Victoria had come home early, and was in bed with me, playing with me. She was very passionately kissing me, rubbing my chest with one hand, and had her other hand inside my underwear, softly, gently rubbing my cock and balls. As I slowly began to wake up, I began to realize that this was not a dream. Victoria really had come home early, and was really playing with me. I was thrilled! I reached out my hand to rub her breast, and suddenly felt cold all over. Victoria has small breasts, but not that small. Her body was not that small either. Trying not to panic and scar somebody for life about sex, I slowly opened my eyes and looked into the nervous, tentative smile of my daughter Cindi.

rry about me wandering around in the outdoors with just a bunch of kids for company, but he'd finally accepted it. I'd always felt perfectly safe.

The bus dropped us off in the parking area and was to return to pick us up about five hours later. Everyone carried a lunch and anything else they might need in a back pack. We hiked off up the trail and I was amused, as always, by how quickly some of the boys got winded. I always chided them about playing too many video games instead of pursuing some physical activity. At 34, I'm in pretty good shape from having spent a lot of time in the outdoors.

We first saw the young men about two miles into the woods. While I didn't like the way they smirked while looking at us, I wasn't worried. But they appeared again about half a mile further on, this time directly in front of us.

The taller one grinned and asked, "Out hiking, huh?", which I thought was a dumb question. It was pretty obvious what we were doing

"Yes," I nodded, "I'm a teacher and this is my science class."

"Cool!" he laughed, which for some reason made me uncomfortable. But my discomfort became outright fear when he removed his hand from his jacket pocket. He had a gun. He dangled it casually, pointing it at the ground.

"Whats that for?" I asked, trying to sound calmer than I felt.

"Target shootin'....and stuff," he said slowly and ominously.

"Well, " I said in my best teacher's voice, "I wish you'd put it away. It's dangerous."

"Yeah? Well, maybe there's things that I wish you would do!"

I tried to ignore him. Turning to my students, I said, "Class, turn around. We're going to take a different trail."

"Take your clothes off, teacher!" the guy said from behind me.

"What? I will not!"

He raised the pistol, pointing it in my general direction. "Ok," he giggled nastily, "Then maybe your students can help" He pointed the gun at Josh, a boy standing just behind me, "You! Take her shoes and socks off!"

Josh looked at me. I just gave a quick nod. He removed my shoes and socks as I put one hand against his shoulder to balance myself.

"Now, you," he said to the next boy, "Take off her blouse!" I stood still as the boy unbuttoned my blouse and, red-faced, took it off. I wished I'd worn a sports bra that covered more of my breasts. I was very conscious of my 34D's bulging from the top of the bra I wore.

I just stared straight ahead as the next boy pulled down my jeans, showing my blue semi-bikini panties.

"Ok, honey, take the teacher's bra off!" He was talking to Melanie, one of the girls. She shook her head, but he waved the gun menacingly and she stepped forward. Without looking me in the eye, she unhooked my bra and slid it down my arms. The spring air felt cool against my bare nipples.

"Whoa! Nice tits you got, teacher!" he laughed.

I was almost grateful the next student he chose was Becky, the only other girl. As she came up to me, I said, "Please, leave me some decency!" But he just smiled cruelly. I felt Becky hook her thumbs in the waistband of my panties and pull them down my legs.

I was nude in front of my class.

"Well, what do ya know? Teacher ain't a natural blonde!" he smirked. He was referring to the dark brown color of my pubic hair which contrasted with the blonde hair on my head.

He turned his attention to the class. "Ok, we don't want the teacher feeling all self-conscious! Everybody strip!"

The students just looked at each other uncomfortably. "Now!" the man barked, raising the gun. The kids began undressing. Becky and Melanie looked like they were about to cry.

The boys were the first to be naked. I tried not to look as penis after penis was exposed. I was shocked and scared as I saw that at least three of the boys had erections and others were semi-hard. Melanie was down to her panties and Becky still had her bra and panties on.

With an obvious effort, Melanie pulled her panties off, showing a neatly trimmed triangle of light brown hair. Then Becky, blushing deeply, took off her bra, freeing her large breasts. Nearly all the boys were looking at the girls now. Becky pulled down her panties and I saw that she was completely shaved.

"Ok, everybody this way!" he said, pointing up the path. We marched up the path naked, leaving our clothes behind. Fortunately, the path was covered in a thick blanket of pine needles so being in our bare feet was no problem. We walked about a hundred yards to where the path widened into a clearing.

"C'mere teacher" the guy with the gun ordered. I hesitated, but then walked over to him. "Get down on your knees!" I obeyed and he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. "Suck it!" he demanded. I heard one of the girls gasp.

I let him stick his cock in my mouth. It was about the size of my husband's. He handed the gun to his buddy so he could hold the sides of my head and pump my face. "Oh yeah! You do that good!" he said, pumping faster. Soon, I felt and tasted his load spurting into my mouth and down my throat. I jerked away and he squirted in my face and on my breasts. I hadn't even finished wiping off my chin when his friend grabbed my head and forced my mouth onto his penis. I heard Melanie say "No, Don't!" I was able to see out of the corner of my eye that James was pushing her down on the ground. By the time the guy came in my mouth, James was on top of Melanie, his hips pumping wildly as he raped her. Becky watched in horror, knowing her turn would come soon.

I was hauled to my feet, cum running down my chin. One of them took my over to a nearby tree and slung me belly down over a low branch. My feet barely touched the ground.

"Ok, " he yelled, "You guys line up! Each of you gets some from teacher!"

I thought of my husband. "Please, no!" I begged.

I felt someone seize my hips and let out a gasped "OH!" as his cock thrust into me. He pumped hard and deep, caring only for his own ejaculation and soon I felt him spurting inside me. The second boy entered me, then the third, and the fourth....

I don't know how many times I was fucked before I just gave in, but suddenly I stopped fearing the penetration. I'm sure the boy was surprised when his teacher started pushing back against him, moaning, "Yes, yes, fuck me!" I came so hard that I thought I'd cry.

The branch was rubbing painfully against my tummy so I got down off it and laid on my back in the soft pine needles. I spread my legs invitingly, drawing up my knees and planting the soles of my feet on the ground. A boy literally pounced on me and I reached down and guided his prick into me. My hips bucked as I had another orgasm with him.

The next boy mounted me and no sooner was he in me than someone was turning me onto my side. I felt another cock being pushed up my ass. They pumped me back and forth between them. They filled me so completely that I peed all over the boy who was up my cunt, but he didn't seem to mind.

I lost count of how many times they had me, but finally they seemed to have had enough. Both girls had also been fucked multiple times. As I struggled to my feet, I saw the guy with the gun on the other side of the clearing, fucking Becky. Melanie lay on her stomach, the crack of ass filled with white cream.

I saw James talking to the other guy who had forced all this to happen. I couldn't hear what was being said, but I saw them give each other the 'high five' as if in victory. I knew then that James had been involved in planning all this.

A couple of the boys helped me to my feet, looking like they felt a little guilty. By the time I straightened up, both men had vanished. Becky was getting to her feet, cum dripping from her open cunt. "They just took off into the woods," she said.

We walked back to our clothes. Fortunately, a few of us had towels in our backpacks but they were barely adequate for cleaning ourselves up. The girls and I seemed to have a gallon of cum up our cunts and asses. We did the best we could and then got dressed. I walked back to the parking area with a limp because my pussy hurt.

With that many people involved, I had to report what had happened. I was re-assigned to another school in the district and the school distrtict administration managed to keep the incident out of the papers. Although I was sure James was involved I had no proof. I said the boys had been forced to rape me at gunpoint. The girls claimed only the two guys had fucked them even though boys in the class had them too.

My husband was understanding, even after we found out I was pregnant. Becky is too. She and I are due on the same day of course. I've decided to keep the baby but she'll give hers up for adoption.

Of course, my husband might not be so understanding if he knew that I still meet with a few of the boys.........

.. It was also obvious from the tape that Cindi had no idea that the camera was there.

After a few minutes, Cindi's boyfriend got up, went into the kitchenette/bar, and asked her if she wanted anything to drink. He apparently must have opened the back basement door, as when he came back he had two friends with him. Cindi was a little surprised, and a little nervous, since she and Amy were home alone and she wasn't even supposed to have her boyfriend there, but the were all friends so she wasn't too worried. They started horsing around and kind of wrestling around, like they often did, and Cindi was giggling and having a good time. Even when her boyfriend grabbed her ankles and one of the other boys grabbed her hands and stretched her out on the couch, she still thought it was funny and was playing along. It wasn't until her boyfriend started undoing the belt and button on her shorts, and the third boy started to unbutton her blouse that she realized what was happening and started to panic. She began to struggle to get away and said, "What are you doing!?! No, stop!" When they ignored her, she started to cry and started begging them "Please, no, please don't do this to me. Please stop!"

Being 5' 1" and 90 lbs, there was nothing she could do to stop them and they soon had her completely naked on the couch. Her boyfriend spread her legs apart, and went down on her, licking her pussy and licking and sucking on her clit. The second boy was playing with and sucking on her small but pretty little breasts and nipples, and the third boy had his shorts off, and was kneeling above her head, trying to push his hard cock into her mouth. He was holding her head with his hands, keeping her from turning away as she was trying to do. She was crying, begging them to stop, and when the boy above her head told her to suck his cock, she whispered "No, never!" He didn't seem concerned at all, and said, "That's ok, you don't have to". I could see the relief on her face, until he said, "We'll just go upstairs and get Amy, and make her suck it. She's prettier than you; I would rather have her suck me off anyway". I saw a look of terror cross Cindi's face and she whispered "No, please, please don't hurt Amy. I'll do anything you want, just please don't hurt her!" He just looked at her expectantly, and touched the head of his cock to her mouth again. Cindi started sobbing, and after a minute slowly opened her lips and let him push his cock into her mouth.

After several minutes of her boyfriend working her over with his mouth between her legs, and licking her little ass hole, I could tell from watching the video that Cindi was beginning to have another problem that I don't think she was even aware of yet. Her boyfriend was obviously not a beginner at oral sex, and her legs and hips were beginning to twitch and move as her body started to respond to his actions. He would suck her clit into his mouth, then run his tongue around it in little circles, first slow, then fast, and then slow again, all the while maintaining the suction. Then he would run his tongue back and forth rapidly across her clit, again still maintaining the suction. Then front to back, back and forth, fast, and then slow. She didn't even notice that she had unconsciously spread her legs farther apart to give him more access. It was becoming obvious to me that she was not going to be able to take much more of this without having a shattering orgasm, like it or not. It didn't help that the second boy was really working on her nipples, and they were hard. The boy whose cock she was sucking told her to run her tongue across his cock, licking it as she sucked, and to rub his balls. She refused, until he mentioned that he bet Amy would be really good at rubbing balls, and told the guy working on her breasts to go upstairs and wake her up and bring her down. Cindi's response of "No, please no!" was muffled by the cock in her mouth and she immediately started licking and sucking, and moved her hand up to rub his balls. When she sucked on just the head of his cock, she would stroke the rest of his shaft. I think she was trying to get him off as soon as possible to get it over with. As she continued to suck and lick him, and fondle his balls, he started breathing heavily and moaning. Although she was a little awkward at first, it was clear she was a fast learner, and was really doing a good job on his cock. It was also clear from the look on her face and the tears rolling down her face that this was not something she wanted to be doing. Clearly, she was trying to do the best job she could to protect Amy. The boy was obviously enjoying it tremendously, moving his cock in and out, to various depths, alternating between fast and slow strokes, varying the sensations as much as he could. He told her how to suck lightly, then harder just on the head, and how to lick around the head, making him moan in ecstasy. He even forced her to deep throat him a couple of times, but stopped that when it looked like she might throw up from the gag reflex. She really started sobbing when he made her lick his balls and ass hole. It wasn't long after that he announced he was going to cum. Cindi tried to take his cock out of her mouth, but he held the back of her head and told her if she didn't swallow it all he would do Amy next. By this time, Cindi's whole body was shaking as she neared the first orgasm of her young life, at least the first one given her by someone other than herself. The third boy, about that time, shoved his cock deep into her mouth and came, shooting several shots into her mouth. She sobbed as she swallowed it all. As he took his cock out of her mouth, she cried out desperately "Oh, God, please stop, please don't do this to me!", then he covered her mouth with his hand as her whole body convulsed as she came. She screamed, but his hand muffled it. Her boyfriend kept licking and sucking, holding her legs as she tried to get away, and just kept eating her and sucking her clit, with a finger inside her pussy, as she came repeatedly, her back arching up off the couch. Finally, she collapsed back on the couch, and lay there sobbing and crying as she tried to catch her breath, shocked at how strongly her body had reacted.

At that point, the two other boys backed off, and her boyfriend lay down on top of her. He began kissing her, telling her he was so sorry, but she was so pretty, and he just had to have her. He began kissing her neck, kissing her mouth and forcing her lips open, playing with her tongue. He softly and gently stroked her hair, telling her he loved her and he was sorry. She was so traumatized that she began to respond to his "kindness". I was shocked as she stopped sobbing, and was crying less. I watched as finally, her arms went around his neck, and she began kissing him back. Unfortunately, for her, this was just the prelude to round two.

As he kissed her, and whispered to her, he had his legs in between her legs, so her legs were spread. As she closed her eyes and kissed him back, he reached down, took his cock, and in one stroke shoved it all the way up into her wet pussy. She screamed, but with him kissing her it was hardly heard. She was crying and sobbing again, begging him to please stop, and then she just seemed to lose all will to fight. It was obvious that she did not want this to happen, but that she realized resistance was futile. Her boyfriend told her to wrap her legs around his waist, and she did without any resistance. After a while, he held on to her tight and rolled over, so that she was on the top. He held her down against his body so she could not get away. When the boy that had been playing with her nipples moved up to her mouth, she seemed resigned to what was happening, and turned her head towards him, taking his cock in her mouth without even being told to. She also began rubbing his balls, all the while with tears streaming down her face. The two of them continued to fuck her, pushing their cocks into her repeatedly, first slow, then fast, then slow again, alternating speeds and depths to keep her off balance. She continued to shake all over, moaning and whimpering as she tried unsuccessfully to keep her body from responding. She continued to be rocked by small orgasms as they worked on her, changing speeds and stopping occasionally to keep her from having a full orgasm. As the one boy finally came into her mouth, he merely said "Remember Amy" and she swallowed it all, licking his cock clean as she rubbed his balls, crying all the while. As he took his cock out of her mouth, her boyfriend pulled her down against him again, holding her close, kissing her again. It was obvious why as I watched what she couldn't see.

The boy whom she had originally sucked off had moved in behind her, and I saw him spreading Vaseline on his cock. As he started to push it into her ass, she cried into her boyfriend's mouth "O God, no please don't, not that!" He held her tight as he pushed it all the way in, and they began a coordinated assault on her pussy and ass. She cried and begged for mercy, but they ignored her and continued to fuck her. As one pulled out, the other pushed in, so there was always a cock pushing up into her. The third boy once again put his cock into her mouth, forcing her to suck him. It was not long before her body began to betray her again, responding to the constant and varied stimulation. After a while, she started struggling less, as her ass became used to the invasion. She joined them in her second orgasm as they shot their sperm together into her pussy, ass and mouth. When they got up off her, I could see the relief in her face that it was all over. Then she cried out in anguish and despair as she realized they were just trading positions.

Over the next two hours, I watched the three boys fuck my little girl in every conceivable way. Each one fucked her ass, mouth and pussy, usually all three being fucked together. I do not know how many times she came that night - I doubt she knew either. After a long while, they dressed and left her curled up in a ball on the couch, eyes closed and sobbing. She apparently never saw them take the camera out with them.

When the tape ended, I sat there on the couch in shock. My first thought was to find these bastards and kill them for violating my precious little girl. My second thought was no wonder poor Cindi had been acting so strange and so upset all the time Finally, I became aware of something that horrified me even more; I was turned on and excited by watching my little girl's body and watching her having orgasm after orgasm. Hating myself for it, I even watched it again. I hated the fact that she was being raped but I was so turned on by her responses. Suddenly I was so turned on by a 13-year-old body, of my daughter no less, when young girls before had never attracted me. After watching it the second time, I shut off the VCR and TV, hid the tape where it could not be found, and sat back down on the couch. Then I cried my eyes out, as I thought what had happened to my precious little girl and what a degenerate I had become.

s and a lovley buxom figure. He was a good looking man in his 40s and in great shape too and so, I left them both thinking of the sight I had just seen and thinking how nice it would be to have one or both of them.

Well, two weeks later I had a note to come to the Principals office after classes. One of the girls that was an ofice assistant whispered to me, "You are in some deep shit. Better not argue with them." I instantly got wet and warm all at the same time. I decided that I would be in charge of the meeting after I let them begin and think I was afraid. I went to the rest room and took off my bra and panties and so went in with a tube top and skirt. I had an open buton up blouse over the tube top and the skirt was just a little too short anyway so it would be perfect. I went to the office and Ms. Willaims greeted me with a very official look, the one that is supposed to intimidate the students. "Sit there and we will be with you in just a moment." she told me. "Sure." I said and tossed my books down and dropped into a chair and made sure my skirt was up. She went to the office door and announced me and motioned for me to come with her. Mr. Lane was at his desk with a folder in front of him and she sat in a chair to his left. Ms. Williams had wonderful legs that got my attention right away, tanned and strong, the ones I had seen in he air a couple weeks before. Mr. Lane had his coat off and his tie loose. I waitied for them to begin.

Me. Lane did, "We have heard some things about you Teresa, some things that, if true, are very disturbing." he said. "Really? Like what?" I said and leaned forward some in the chair they had seated me in. "Well, it is said that, well, it is said that you are rather promiscuous. That you are very active." Ms. Williams said and she was not comfortable at al. She shifted in her chair. They waited for an answer but I did not speak. Mr. Lane said, "If this is true then there are going to have to be some actions we must take." he said and he too was uncomfortable. Again I said nothing and let them try to fill in the quiet that filled the room. "This is the reason that both of are here, it is so we have a man and woman to talk to you about this. You are only 13 so it is not something we really want to have to do anything oficial about." she said. I was now leaning forward and my fingers brushed my nipples through the tube top but not so that it was obvious. Almost at  the same time they both said, "Well, do you have anything to say?" and they looked at each other.

I stood up and let my blouse stay in the chair and reached to the top of the tube top and pulled it down exposing my tits that were really needing attention and the nipples that were rock hard, "Well, I would like to know what you think a 13 year old girl is supposed to do when she has these?" They both stared at me and then Ms. Williams moved to pull the top back down and when she did I grabbed her by the hair and kissed her deep. She was so stunned that she stayed there for a good 20 or 30 seconds and then broke free but not before I had felt her giving in to the kiss. Mr. Lane was about to say something when she exploded, "What the hell do you think you are doing?" she almost yelled at me. I turned around calmly and went to the door and closed it and turned to them and locked it. I stood there and unzipped my skirt and let it fall and the took the tube top off and so stood naked there for a second and then walked to Mr. Lane and around the desk, they both stared at me and seemed unable to move. I looked down and sure enough, Mr. Lane had a bulge in his pants. I leand down and kissed him slow and deep and he did respond but I stood up and walked over to Ms. Williams and began to reach out to touch her and she moved backwards. "You need to get dressed young lady and then we have some calls to make." she blurted out. I picked up the phone and stepped to her and gave it to her. "You are right Ms. Williams, call your husband and tell him how you and Mr. Lane like to fuck on the confrence room table." I said and they both froze.

He spoke first, "Well, Teresa, it seems we have a problem. How do you know this is true of Ms. Williams and I?" he said and I stood there carressing myself all over. "I saw you both at it two weeks ago. Fucking like hell, really made me hot." I said and they both got redder in their faces. Ms. Williams looked as if she were ready to cry so I walked to her and stood inches from her. "It seems to have us over a barrel" he said and then he said, "So what is it that you want exactley? Honor role, free pass all year? I suppose you can name it." he said and I reached out and carressed Ms. Williams' hair softly. "Well, I locked the door for a reason, I want the both of you." I said still touching her face and hair gently making her shiver all over. "Do you mean? Do you mean sex with the both of us?" she said. "Yes, that is it, and I want you first." I said. "But that is wrong, women are not supposed to do it with each other." she stammered out. "Oh, but adultry is okay?" I said. "Either I have both of you anytime I want or I go public with your affair and I will add more to it." I said. "I guess you are in charge" Mr. Lane said giving in. "What is it we do now?" he said but I am sure that he knew. "Well, first, we all need to be naked." I said and turned to M.s Williams, "And I will undress you." I said and began unbuttoning the coat to her business outfit. It fell to the floor and I leaned in and kissed her slowly. She was quivering all over and did not return the kiss. I looked at Mr. Lane was standing naked by his chair and his cock was hard and ready for anything to come. I kissed her again and unbuttoned her blouse as I did and it too fell to the floor and then her bra came off and her lovely breasts came out. Her nipples were hard betraying her that she was really ready for what was to happen. I massaged her breasts (about 36CC) and pulled her nipples gently. I undid her zip on the side of her skirt and it too fell to the floor and then her nylons came off. She wore nice bikini panties and I slowly pulled them down and told her to step out of them. As I came up I carressed her body making sure to touch her close shaved pussy hair. "My, you are really a red head." I said and sat her down in the chair. I put her legs up on the arms and kissed the inside of then slowly running my tongue up to her lovely close trimmed pussy. "Oh you have done this before I bet" Mr. Lane said. "I lost my virginity at the age of 10 dear, to a very loving man and woman." I said and then licked her lips separating then and then ran my tongue all around her pussy and lifting her up a little I licked her ass hole some making her jump. Then I was at her clit sucking it hard and making her moan now, "Oh this is so wrong..." she was moaning over and over again. "I guess that it makes you as much a slut as I am then." I said between licks. "Admit it, you enjoy it don't you" I said. "Yes, it feels so good, he has never licked me like this, oh yes, I am a slut..oh yes." she said a few times. "Looks like Mr. Lane needs to learn how to give a woman a good licking." I said andcontinued. My fingers slipped into her pussy as I licked and soon she hada womderful orgasm and her hips bucked like crazy.

Mr Lane just leaned on the side of the desk watching and then I turned to him and stayed on my knees and took his cock in my hands. It was a good size, maybe 8 inches and so I began massaging it up and down slowly until I slipped it into my mouth. I saw Ms. Williams watching and massaging herself as I sucked him all the way into my throat. His hands were on the side of my head pushing into my throat and I moved them and said, "I will take care of it the way I want to." He moved his hands and began moving his hips, slow at first and then faster. Finally he swelled in my mouth and filled my throat with his load. She gasped as I swallowed it all and then she was fingering herself for another orgasm. It came fast and she lingered there. "Well, I guess it is time to pay up for this" he said. "Yep, Ms. Williams is going to eat my pussy nice the way I did hers." I said lifting her up and leading her to the sofa in the office. I laid down and spread my legs apart, "Come on, lick it like I did yours." and she kissed my legs and almost exactley like I ate her she did me and I sprayed her face and hair. She dove back into my pussy and cried out, "Oh my god this is so hot." and ate me again and again I sprayed her. I pulled her away and said, "I need some cock in there now sweetheart, but you can eat it after he has filled it up." and Mr. Lane slipped into my pussy. "Fuck it good Baby" she said to him. "Oh, she is gonna remember this for a long time." he groaned to her and she was caressing us both all over. I turned over on all four and told her to get under me and 69 while he fucked me and she did just that and now we were eating each other and he was fucking my pussy like a ram rod. He grew and filled it up and it slopped out and Ms. Williams licked it all up.

We all fell on the floor kissing and feeling and fingering and carressing for a while then the phone rang. It was Mr. Lane's wife and he motioned for us to be quiet so I kissed Ms. Williams into silence. He hung up and grabbed his clothes. "Well, have to go ladies." he said and we kissed him and before he left. "So you guys are in trouble if the spouses find out?" I said laughing. "Oh fuck yes." he said. I put my arms around them both and said, "I bet I can get them both in bed and then all four of us to this ofice inside of a month." I said. They both said it was impossible. "Well, is it a bet or do I just seduce them for the hell of it cause I am going to do it anyway." I said. "Okay," Ms. Williams said, "It is a bet, seduced and here in this office fucking like animals in one month from today." He laughed and said, "Sell, if you win it is obvious what you get but what if we win?" he said. "Unlimited privileges as long as I am in school, anytime, anywhere, alone or together, for both of you." "Sounds fair." she said and he left and we dressed. Ms. Williams had the scent of pussy all over us and so she showered in the gym before leaving. I went home and kissed Aunt Claire, "Oh you have been up to something." she said. I took off my clothes and said, "At supper I will tell you and Uncle Jack all about it."

More later,

Love

Tess

ovie and then sitting in a coffee bar, talking late into the evening, he'd simply been going over to her apartment.

Brad opened the cap of the lipstick, and opened his mouth into a gentle "O" before stroking the deep vermillion over his lips. From the top center, always from the center, left then right. Then across the bottom lip. He pressed a tissue against his lips, leaving a pretty red kiss. Then gave a kiss and a wink into the mirror, and smiled.

"Honey, are you ready?" Andrea's voice called from the kitchen, where she was making dinner.

"Almost," Brad replied. "Just a minute!"

Was it THIS week that Andrea had started dressing Brad in her clothes, and her make-up? First it had just been a pair of her jeans, which fit surprisingly well. Then it was a girl-style t-shirt. And then lacy panties. It was hard to remember. Everything felt so good! Brad took a moment to take a brush and touch up the few strands of shoulder-length blonde hair that had gone astray. Then he stepped back and slid his hands down on both sides, from his ribcage to his hips, smoothing the tight, little white dress and admiring himself in the mirror. Are polka dots back in fashion, he wondered. The tiny colored dots were green, purple and blue, each no bigger than a pin head. Too tiny for polka dots, but Brad didn't know what to call them. And thinking about them made his eyelids feel SO heavy. He wanted to just close his eyes and drift, thinking about the tiny colored dots, like thousands of tiny stars in the sky. Relaxing and soothing.

"Come to dinner, Brad!"

Brad's eyes popped open. The bathroom counter top seemed so far away. Maybe it was the high heels. Everything seemed far away, now that he was four inches taller.

"Coming, Andrea!" Brad replied, as he started walking out into the hallway.

"Ohhh, not YET, I think!" said Andrea.

Brad suddenly felt hot. Flushed. Embarassed. He was a little afraid to walk into the kitchen. But the smell of Andrea's Italian cooking was so delicious! The clicking sound of his heels on the tiled floor surprised him.

"Awwwww, don't you look DARLING?" Andrea cried. She held out her hands, and Brad walked toward her. Click, click, click. He thought she was going to give him a big hug -- but instead, she took his hands in hers and stared into his eyes. "Aren't you the PRETTIEST girl!" She leaned forward and kissed the air. And Brad leaned forward, doing the same. He wanted her to hold him, and merge his mouth with hers. But their lips never touched. "We don't want to spoil our make-up, now, do we?" she said.

Brad straightened up and smiled. "Of course not!" It was hard to do ANYTHING but what pleased Andrea. He just wanted to please, that was all. Just wanted to please.

Brad was feeling so relaxed again. Was it the wine? Oh, but they hadn't HAD any wine. They hadn't even sat down to dinner yet. Brad felt like he was floating in a fog, as Andrea pulled him by one hand across the kitchen. "You go ahead and take the salad bowl in to the table, while I get the main course. Hurry up, now."

"Yes, Andrea." The big glass bowl felt cool to Brad's hands. And heavy. Wearing the high heels, he found he needed to cradle the bowl between his arms and lean back to carry it. He felt even more awkward and embarrassed again, forced to take tiny steps as he walked into the dining room. He set the bowl down, carefully, just as Andrea set down the platter with the chicken marsala.

Then she stepped back, and pulled a chair away from the table. "Sit down," she said. Brad began to pull the other chair out. "No," Andrea stopped him. "I mean sit HERE. Like a lady."

Brad's feeling of being in a fog grew stronger. His heart was pounding, and his face felt so hot, he was sure all the make-up was going to melt!

"B-but, Andrea," he began...

"WHAT were you going to say...?" Andrea prompted him. She was smiling so sweetly, obviously proud of his transformation.

"Anything to please you, Andrea," Brad replied. The words came so automatically from his lips.

Andrea's cheeks dimpled in an even bigger smile, and she shrugged her shoulders. Lifting one hand, she crooked a finger telling him to come on, and then pointed to the chair.

Brad's high heels whispered on the carpet as he walked to the chair, stared into Andrea's green eyes and then turned toward the table. Smoothly, he sat down, knees pressed together in the tight little skirt. His hands just naturally fell together, into a folded position on top of his thighs. He could feel the panty hose rubbing, as one knee slide against the other, and was trying not to let it arouse him even more.

"Good girl," Andrea said, gently patting Brad's shoulders. "Scoot forward." Brad leaned forward a little bit, lifting his weight off the chair as Andrea pushed it toward the table.

His cock was throbbing. Hot, like it was on fire.

Andrea poured him a glass of straw-colored wine, and then went to sit at the other side of the table. She poured some for herself, then set down the bottle and lifted the glass in a little salute, staring into Brad's eyes. "Tonight!"

"Tonight?" Brad lifted his glass. He wasn't sure what Andrea meant. His entire body seemed to throb with his cock. Heartbeat. After heartbeat.

"Yes, tonight." Andrea grinned wickedly, and her green eyes flashed. They each took a sip of the wine. Brad found himself thinking of the Mona Lisa's smile, and her hidden, inner secrets. "Aren't you going to serve yourself some chicken?"

Chicken? Brad's face flushed hot again. Because he couldn't think for a moment, what Andrea meant. Then suddenly his eyes fell on the serving dish in front of him. Oh yes. Dinner. Again, feeling like his movements were being controlled by someone else, he slid the serving fork under a piece of chicken, balancing it with his own dinner fork, and set it on his plate. Perfectly ladylike.

"Take a little extra sauce, Darling," Andrea said. "I made it special for you!"

"Thank you," Brad replied. He reached over to the serving spoon, dipping it into the sauce and mushrooms. Tonight. What was happening tonight? Had he forgotten?

He and Andrea exchanged the serving plate for the salad bowl, and he added a small portion of salad to his plate.

"Dainty," Andrea said.

Brad picked up his fork and knife, and cut a tiny piece off the chicken. Just as he lifted his fork to his lips, he realized Andrea was sliding her foot up his nylon-covered leg. She stared into his eyes and whispered, "Such a pretty girl."

"Anything to please you, Andrea." The words seemed to utter themselves. Brad sat with the fork, just an inch away from his mouth. His cock was pulsing. Andrea's bare toes felt so good, wiggling between his ankles, sliding up his calves.

"Ladylike," Andrea reminded him. "Don't separate your knees."

Brad was breathing heavily, staring at Andrea's face. He was licking his lips, chewing the lower one. Andrea's bare foot wiggled between his knees, stroking the nylon-covered skin. Sliding in and out.

"Pretty girl," Andrea whispered.

"Anything to please you, Andrea." Brad was in a warm fog again. He just wanted to spread his legs wide, and let Andrea's foot slide up between his thighs and rub his crotch. Slide up and down. Get him closer and closer to the release he couldn't remember having for a while. The tiny, white dress seemed to squeeze him everywhere but the ONE place he wanted to be squeezed.

"Aren't you hungry, Darling?"

Brad realized he was still holding the fork up near his mouth.

"Take a bite."

Brad slipped the tiny piece of meat into his mouth. When he slipped the fork back out, there were tiny streaks of red lipstick on the tines.

"Dainty..." Andrea repeated. "Ladylike..."

Brad tried to chew as daintily as he could. The piece was so small.

"Swallow."

Brad swallowed without a thought. He was squirming in his chair, feeling Andrea's toes wiggling between his knees. Trying to hold them together. Trying to be a lady.

"Is it good?" Andrea asked.

Brad wasn't sure if she was talking about the dinner or her toes caressing his legs. Either way, the answer was the same. "Yes, Andrea."

"Take another bite," she said. "Daintily."

Brad cut another piece of chicken, and felt Andrea's foot slide up between his legs, under the edge of the tiny, white skirt.

"After dinner, honey," Andrea began, "after dinner... would you like to listen to music, and cuddle?"

Brad was chewing, and he felt a powerful need to answer Andrea, right away. But her green eyes suddenly became stern. He finished chewing the tiny morsel, and swallowed, then replied, "Yes, Andrea, VERY much!"

Why was his cock so hot? Why did he get so excited about what Andrea called her "special music"? The thought of cuddling made him start rocking in his chair. And he had to SQUEEZE to keep his knees together. "Ladylike." He could hear the powerful, feminine voice in his head.

But it wasn't Andrea's voice.

"Take a bite of salad, honey," she said.

Brad felt so hungry, and so horny, he just wanted to gobble the salad. He moved his fork quickly, almost as if to stab the pile on his plate.

"Daintily," Andrea said. "One... tiny... bite!"

Brad felt frozen, his fork just an inch away from his plate. Panting, he struggled to force his eyes to stay open as he replied, "Anything to please you, Andrea." He speared a spinach leaf, rolling his fork between his fingers, folding the leaf into a bite-sized little package... then lifted the fork to his lips, slid the leaf into his mouth and began chewing.

"Good girl," said Andrea. "Is your tummy getting full?"

Suddenly, Brad realized he wasn't hungry any more. "Yes, Andrea. Everything is SO wonderful! But I'm feeling stuffed!"

"Then let's go sit by the fireplace," she replied. "Just you and me... and my special music." She stood up and walked around the table, reaching out to help Brad stand up.

"Please, Andrea... are you sure?" Brad's face felt hot again. He could barely get the words out of his mouth. "Maybe you could let me get into my regular clothes. I don't know if I'm the kind of MAN that can please you!"

"If I wanted a MAN to please me," she smiled, "I wouldn't be dressing you up as my pretty girl!"

"Anything to please you, Andrea," Brad replied. It felt so much better when he didn't try to say anything else. His outburst had made him feel dizzy. All he wanted to do was sit down with Andrea, hold her gently and let her "special music" wash over him. He followed her across the room, careful not to stumble in the high heels.

"Sit down, sweetie." Andrea held Brad's hand to help him balance. "Knees together. You're a GOOD girl tonight." Brad felt disappointed, somehow. But he couldn't quite put his finger on the why of it. Andrea leaned forward, and gazed into Brad's eyes. He wanted to look down into her soft, ample cleavage. But that wouldn't be ladylike. And it was so hard to look away from her eyes. "If you STAY a good girl till I tell you," she whispered intimately, "I'll let you be a BAD girl tonight."

Brad's face felt hot once again... and his cock began pushing against the crotch of the tight pantyhose. "Yes, Andrea."

"Now wait a moment, while I start up the mp3." Andrea picked up the remote control and sat down on Brad's right, then hit a few buttons and set it down, just as the soft trill of harp strings began, and sweet, sad violin music began to fill the room. She relaxed against Brad, wrapping one arm around his shoulders, the other caressing his folded hands. She rested her head on his shoulder and began nuzzling the hollow of his neck.

The music always made Brad feel so relaxed and sleepy. Even with sexy Andrea wrapped around him, breathing slowly... sometimes giving his neck little kisses. The music didn't have any singing. Just instruments. But it seemed to be whispering to him. Telling him to go to sleep. Telling him to go deeper asleep. Good girls go to sleep. Good girls want to do ANYTHING to please. Anything to please Mistress. And go to sleep. Dropping deeper and deeper into the soft, sleepy music.

Brad fell deeper and deeper asleep, listening to the quiet, restful music. Because he wanted to do ANYTHING to please Andrea. The music seemed to want him to answer out loud. "Anything to please you, Andrea," he muttered. And Brad listened to the soft, quiet words, about how good it felt to be dressed up as a girl. How arousing it feels to wear hose, and make-up, and pretty dresses. And to be a perfect lady when Andrea tells him. Wasn't that right, honey? "Yes, Andrea," Brad replied. The music told him to go to sleep. Deeper and deeper. In a moment, the music was going to stop, and he was to listen to just the words. In a moment, Andrea was going to get up, and let him listen to the words. Because they were SPECIAL words, just for him. He wanted to listen to those special words, didn't he? "Yes." That's right, he wanted to listen.

And in that moment, Andrea got up from the couch, stood up and stretched. She looked down at Brad. Such a pretty girl! And tonight was the night. This was the new recording, that would make Brad hers forever. She walked quietly out of the living room to her bedroom and closed the door. Then she picked up her phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, Andrea," came the reply.

"Hello, MzDominica! Tonight is the night!"

"That's right, babi. Tonight is the night. Sinker. Go to sleep, Andrea."

Andrea suddenly found herself dropping deep into a hypnotic trance. "Yes, Mistress."

"Tonight is the night," MzDominica repeated. "Sleep. Deeper and deeper. Go to sleep, Andrea. Go to sleep."

Andrea lay back on the bed, her head sinking into the pillow, her arm with the phone resting on the soft satin pillowcase.

"Deep asleep, Andrea. Now tell Mistress. Did you get Brad to dress up like I said?"

"Yes Mistress," Andrea replied. Her voice sounded hollow and far away to her own ears. Only MzDominica's voice seemed awake and vibrant.

"Did he try to resist?"

"Yes," Andrea said, "but he kept saying that phrase."

"What phrase, Andrea?"

"Anything to please you, MzDominica."

Andrea felt even sleepier. She could hear MzDominica chuckling at the other end of the line. "_I_ know what he said. He has to SAY that now, whenever he tries to stop what's happening. And it triggers him into a light trance so he CAN'T resist. Are YOU trying to resist, Andrea?"

"It just seems so... CONTROLLING, Mistress," Andrea was finding it hard to concentrate.

"That's what we have to DO, for you to get what you WANT," MzDominica replied. "You want him as a GIRL, don't you? You want him feminized!"

"Yes, Mistress," said Andrea. "He's so much NICER this way. I LIKE men... but I like them to be like GIRLS!"

"CUM, Andrea!" MzDominica commanded. "Cum, right now!"

Andrea felt the tingles of pleasure start, all over her body. Her skin felt electrified, and the waves of orgasm suddenly began spread out.

"Yes," MzDominica continued, "you've been listening to YOUR training, too. Haven't you, Andrea?"

"Yes, I --"

"CUM! You don't get a choice. You cum on My command. Instantly. Every time, Andrea!"

From her head, from her torso. Curling her toes. Rolling her eyes up in her head. Andrea felt so good. Her jaw dropped open, because she could feel a hot wave of pleasure washing over the back of her neck.

"You KEEP cumming. You don't get to stop."

It was too much! Andrea wanted to stop it, slow it down, ride with it. But the waves crashed over her, like fire and ice mixed together, and forced their way inside her body and back out again, inside her mind which could only think how good it felt, making her cry out and clench her teeth and hiss and moan with pleasure, while her stomach knotted up in the sheer bliss of another wave...

"Stop cumming, Andrea. You only get what I give you."

"I only get what you give me," Andrea replied. Instantly. Automatically. The memory of orgasm haunted her like it had happened yesterday, instead of only seconds ago. Andrea gasped for air. She wanted more. She wanted to cum again.

"Listen to Me, Andrea."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Tonight is the night," MzDominica repeated.

Andrea felt like she'd arrived at the top of a cliff. It was time to jump off, and fly through the air like in a hang glider... or crawl back down. Time to be completely honest with herself and with Mistress.

"Brad is listening to an mp3 that will make him move in with you," said MzDominica. "Are you ready for that?"

"Oooooh yes, Mistress!" Even lying down, Andrea was almost bouncing on the bed.

"You're not going to call him Brad anymore, babi. He will only answer to the name Honey. Honey, do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress," Andrea replied.

"But he still thinks he's a man, do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," Andrea said.

"So I'm going to ask you one more time. Tonight is the night. You must be HONEST with Mistress."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Do you want to take this next step? Are you sure you want him to think he's a girl?"

"Yes, Mistress. I'm sure."

"That's the answer I wanted to hear, Andrea. Not 'anything to please you,' but your REAL answer."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"Yes, you'd BETTER thank me... with a nice big gift, little slave girl! Now, the next mp3 I'm going to have you download is going to make the change. You will play that for him TOMORROW night. NOT tonight, do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress. Anything to please you, MzDominica." Andrea felt so sleepy again. She wanted to please MzDominica so much!

MzDominica was laughing again. "Yes, I KNOW you're impatient. But he's listening to important triggers tonight, and I want them to settle in."

"Yes, Mistress." Andrea was sure MzDominica could see her pouting, even through the phone.

"That mp3 is going to finish in about 5 minutes, so you'd better get back in the living room, girl."

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you sooooo much!"

"Cuddle up to him nice and TIGHT, Andrea. You're going to LIKE what happens."

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you! Good night!"

"Good night, slave!"

Andrea heard her phone indicate that the connection had ended. She set it down and got out of bed, still quivering from the tingle of her orgasm a few minutes ago. Opening the door, she quietly stepped into the living room and heard MzDominica's voice on the sound system, Brad's voice moaning answers to her. No... Honey's voice. She would have to remember!

Andrea eased herself down into the corner of the couch, and wrapped both her arms around his shoulders, holding him tight and squeezing her thigh against his. He seemed hot. And he was pumping his hips, like he was thrusting his cock into the air. That was the right way for Honey to be, the music said. Aroused and SO eager to please! Ready to be together ALL the time. Honey and Andrea, ALL the time. Tonight was the night. Tonight was the night. Time for good girls to be BAD girls, together. Time to spread those legs, and feel the tingle of pleasure beginning. Spread those legs. Honey and Andrea both spread their legs wide, lying back on the couch, arms around each other's shoulders and listening to the music. Tonight was the night. Time to feel the hot waves of orgasm beginning to ripple outward, BOTH Honey and Andrea, CUM. BOTH Honey and Andrea, CUM. Over and over again, together forever, pretty girls together. ANYTHING to please! ANYTHING. CUM. Orgasm after orgasm. Until the music stopped. Until the music stopped.

Honey and Andrea fell asleep on the couch. Two pretty girls, side by side. Their legs spread wide and their sexes dripping. And their heads filled with MzDominica's hypnotic words. Echoing in their minds, all night long. Programming their minds all night long.

Honey was going to enjoy becoming a girl for Andrea. So much!

Honey would do ANYTHING to please her!

And Andrea was going to cherish her pretty girl, forever!

Cherish! The perfect word for her pretty, girly husband-to-be.

Honey just didn't know it yet. But she would find out soon!

~ The End ~

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ed nicely and quietly and I could not believe that I was letting him do this to me and after a while I began to like it. I had never kissed a girl or boy my age before only adults. This guy was not only kissing me but showing me how to kiss properly and as we kissed his hand was stroking my cock through my pants. His name was Alan and I kept saying we shouldnt be doing this but I was almost helpless to stop him. I knew it was wrong but something inside me was telling me to keep going.

He took my hand and guided it toward his trousers where his fly was. It was open and his cock was out and all hard. I hadnt realised he had done that to himself.

He put my hand on his cock and for some reason I just closed my hand around it as it felt quite nice and was bigger than mine. I had already confessed to him at the party I masturbated regularly and he said just try it with mine and I did and it felt nice.  He then undid my zip and got my cock out and he began to play with it and I loved it, but I said we shouldnt be doing this.

He said I think you and I are the same and you will really like being with me once you realise we like doing this together.

Now the two of us were playing with each others cocks and he was masturbating me. He said for me to do it for him too and I did. After a while he slipped his trousers right off and said for me to do the same and I did. He told me to get into the back seat because it was better there and I got over. Then he said he would do it to me for a while then I could do it to him. He stroked me beautifully and played with my balls and I couldnt believe I was letting him do it but I didnt want him to stop. Then he said its your turn on me and we swapped places and I used my hand to masturbate him and he told me how to do it better than I was and after a while I really was enjoying the feeling of his cock in my hand and what we were actually doing. I could see his cock even in the dark and it fascinated me as it was a bit bigger than mine.

He asked what do you do when you cum and I said I usually do it into a tissue or on the ground if I am outside or just into the shower if I do it there. He said well when I cum would you like to drink it for me and I said no way. He asked had I ever tried to taste my own, and I said never.

Then he said when I cum I want you to try it for me and I will do it for you with my mouth.

I said no way thats something I couldnt do. Then I stopped doing it to him.

Then he said I am sorry I am pushing you too fast. He started to kiss me again and feel my cock and pretty soon I was feeling better but I still wasnt going to drink his cum. After a few minutes and I was over the thought of drinking his cum he got me to kneel on the seat and he got down and began to suck my cock. At first I didnt want him to but it was so good I let him. Pretty soon I was going to cum and started to pull it out of his mouth but he put his hands around and grabbed the cheeks of my bum and pulled me to him and I came right into his mouth and I couldnt help it. He sucked and sucked and swallowed all my cum. I could not believe people did that.

When I was soft again he told me he really enjoyed my cum and I tasted wonderful. He said I want to do that again when you are ready.

I was a bit sort of confused, I didnt want that to happen, but then I liked it so much. I didnt say anything and then he sat back and got me to masturbate him. When he was about to cum he told me to go hold it tight and go fast and I knew what was going to happen because I do that myself and his cock spurted cum everywhere before I realised.

It was all over me and him and the car. He said dont worry its ok, I do this all the time on my own. I couldnt help myself and I looked at the cum on my hands and it was exactly the same as mine. i dont know why I did it but I licked it and then gagged as I tasted the sour salty taste of it on my tongue. 

Yuck I said thats horrible, how can you drink it. He said I love it. I often drink my own cum and he then licked my hand and wiped it off himself and drank it.

After that the two of us sat and talked about sex all the time and I was beginning to realise I was happier with him than I was with anybody else. We were both playing with each others cocks and I was really enjoying the feel of having his in my hand and sub consciously I began to masturbate him again, and he just lay back and let me do it to him. I realised then I was having more fun that I had ever had with anybody else and I was really liking him and I kissed him a few times and that made me feel really warm and loving toward him. He undressed himself completely and told me to do the same and the feeling of our two bodies rubbing togther when we kissed was something I could not believe I really enjoyed. I went back to masturbating him and we didnt say a word I just stroked him, with his cock only inches away from my face. I dont know what came over me but suddenly I wanted his cock in my mouth, I was drawn to it like a magnet and I closed my eyes and softly put it into my mouth and the sensation was one of the most wonderful I had ever felt. I had never felt like this about anybody ever. I was in raptures with him and having hs cock in my mouth was a sensation I cant describe, it was beautiful.

His hands came down and held my head softly and he touched my ears which made me feel even better and I realised he was loving what I was doing to him. I had never done it before but it was like I had been doing it all my life and he was really enjoying it.

He began to whisper to me about how he loved it and how he was falling in love with me and how he and I were made for each other. All his words were making me feel wonderful and the more he told me the more I was working on his cock and loving every moment.He had me feeling ecstatic. I should have been revolted by he whole thing but I wasnt and I was  enjoying this more than anything I had ever done.

Then he came without saying a word and his hands held me on his cock as he filled my mouth with his warm cum. It took me by surprise but I couldnt get away and after a second when I wanted to, I didnt, and I realised it wasnt as bad as I had imagined. The warm cum in my mouth felt nice but the sour taste was a bit hard to get used to and I swallowed it all.It still left a taste in my mouth but it was ok in a funny sort of way. It wasnt until I realised that I had just swallowed his semen that I realised we were something special together. He had drunk mine and I had drunk his so we were sort of blood brothers. Suddenly I felt proud and the feeling I had for him was something special, like he had told me how he felt about me.

I went to him and we kissed for ages, the taste of him still in my mouth and  I cried with the overwhelming feeling I had for him. I had met him only hours earlier and now I have had sex with him and I never wanted him to leave me. The feeling of his body pressed to mine was beyond belief. 

The two of us held and kissed for ages and he asked me if I loved him and I said more than anything in the world and he said I love you too.

It was the very early hours of the morning when he dropped me at my front door and I promised I would see him later that morning and he would pick me up and take me to a plce where we could be together and make love together like we had the night before.

That was the beginning of a romance with him that still exists. We have done far more sexual things together including making love between us with our cocks in each other bums. We both love that now although my first experience with him entering me was one of the most painful things I had ever done but my love for him was so strong I was proud and happy for him to have my virginity as he had taken my cock into his mouth and swallowed my cum that first night we had together. He had done it with another guy before and it was easy for him when I did it to him for my first time. I have cried a number of times with the love I have experienced with him.

I may even write my continuing story, particularly the day I lost my virginity to him in both having him enter my bum and the first time i did it to him.      

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