"Thanks most exciting experience of my life Sis," he whispered.

I lay there and couldn’t believe what I had heard. He knew who I was! He called me ‘Sis’!

"Well I guess you are now my older sister now, instead of my older brother; tomorrow you can you can show me what a blow jobs feels like, either that or I can just tell Mom and Dad about your secret. See ya’ later Sis," he laughed.

His lips brushed mine again and he shot up and sprinted after his friends laughing out loud.

As I lay there used and abused I wondered what my future held now that Tom knew my secret. I picked myself up and staggered home, limping to the bathroom to remove my female garb, my underwear tattered torn and come soaked. I ran a shower to remove my smeared makeup and the dirt and come from my body. I checked myself for bruising and cuts and found that I had not come out too worse for wear.

I grabbed my clothes and retired to my bedroom where I sorted through them, discarding the ripped and stained intimate items and locking away my skirt, top, and salvageable underwear to be washed later (when no one was home of course).

I lay on the bed smoking, reliving the events of the night. If hadn’t been for my Brother being there I wouldn’t really have minded what happened to me. In fact, as I thought about how I had been used by the gang, incredulously, I began to get an erection. It quickly deflated as I wondered what Tom was going to do with his new found knowledge.

Would he tell my parents, my friends, and our neighbours; or would he torture me with guilt? I drifted off thinking of scenarios where my Brother blackmailed and tortured me now that he knew I was a crossdresser.

The next day was Saturday and I stayed in bed late. My parents left early for a weekend away on holiday at the coast. I was dreading seeing Tom again after what had happened last night. I kept running scenarios through my mind, what would Tom do next? I did not have too wait long.

"Morning Sis," Tom said cheerfully as he barged into my room.

"Well! I knew you were a bit of poof but I never suspected you liked to dress up as a woman, and quite a sexy little tart you are, if I do say so," he laughed.

"Don’t please Tom," I begged.

"Please don’t tease me this way. You know about my secret life and that’s bad enough, but don’t treat me like shit; I am your elder brother after all," I implored.

"Oh no you are not! You are now my elder sister; that’s how we’re going to play it from now on! And you are going to be a very obedient older sister or your secret is out and you might as well move to the moon because no one will want to know you here," he said.

"Oh my God, no, please Tom, don’t do this," I begged.

But he was not listening. He began rummaging through my wardrobe.

"So where do you keep your girly gear then Sis?" he laughed pulling my clothes all over the place.

"If you mean the clothes that I wear when I am Michele, then they are in behind the back of the wardrobe, there’s a false back."

"You sneaky little trollop," he laughed again as he pulled the false back away from the wardrobe and examined my feminine clothes hung there in the small space I had built there. Three pair of high heels were arranged on the floor and a small chest of drawers held my lingerie, makeup, and jewellery. A blonde and brunette wig sat side by side on wig-stands, on top.

"Well get up Sis, Michele is it? Get up, get dressed, and cook my fucking breakfast then," ordered Tom.

I got out of bed and figured, ‘Here we go, I’m going to have to do whatever he wants while he holds my secret life as a blackmail tool.’ I reached for my jeans and a T-shirt that were thrown over the back of a chair.

"No, no, no Sis!" he bellowed.

"I want you dressed like you were last night, as a girl, you are going to be my slave sister all weekend, and then, if you treat me nice, maybe I’ll consider whether to tell Mom and Dad about your peccadillo for ladies clothing," he laughed.

"These should be nice," he said and threw a black miniskirt and white satin blouse at me from off a coat hanger. 




"And I like these too," he smiled as he tossed me a pair of white full brief nylon panties, garter belt, and matching bra that he had pulled from a drawer. He rummaged further.




"And you have to wear these," he smirked holding out a pair of sheer, fully-fashioned, taupe, nylon stockings.




"I just love girls in stockings," he smirked.




"That brown hair and those black shoes you had on last night should do the trick," he said.




"If you mean the brunette bob and the black high heel sandals, you are showing some taste for a blackmailing son of bitch!" I countered.




"Now, now Sis, lets not start the day on a bad note. Just get fucking showered, dressed and put on plenty of makeup so you can look pretty for your brother. And cut the shit, or I might get angry," Tom growled walking out the door.




"See you downstairs in the kitchen in about half an hour shall I? I’ll give you my breakfast order then!" was Tom’s parting shot as he went out of my bedroom.




What the fuck could I do? I decided to comply and see where things would go from here. I dragged myself off to the shower to prepare for my day’s torture at the hands of my younger brother…………..




Three quarters of an hour later I opened the kitchen door and sidled in. Tom was sitting at the kitchen table dressed in his boxers and a t-shirt.




"Fuck me Sis!" Tom exclaimed. "You are one fucking sexy bitch!"




I stood there in my black mini, the skirt finishing about eight inches above my knees, just covering the dark welt of stocking top on the sheer taupe stockings clinging to my legs. The black back-seams of my stockings led perfectly straight down the back of my legs to the darker, fully fashioned reinforced heel and toes displayed by my shiny, black, high heeled sandals. A thin plain gold ankle bracelet glittered at my right ankle.




The white satin blouse was buttoned up to my neck, adorned by a matching gold necklace to match the ankle bracelet, bangles at my wrists and plain gold earings dangling from my ears. The brunette bob framed my heavily made up face. What wasn’t visible were the silky nylon full brief panties and matching garter belt and bra underneath. I looked like the sort of girl you might see standing on a street corner of a red light district.




"So, Michele or is it Sis? Come over here Michele and lets get a good look at you," Tom said, his eyes roaming all over me.




I walked over to him, the high heels and tight mini forcing me to sashay provocatively. I halted just in front of my younger brother, my head bowed. He stood up, reached out and lifted my chin; he looked into my heavily mascaraed eyes,




"My God, Sis. I didn’t realise how sexy you looked last night. If I didn’t know it was my older brother under that makeup and in those clothes I’d swear you were just some foxy tart I met in a pub."




Bob reached out and pulled me to him, he kissed me roughly, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I tried to pull back but he held me tight. I felt his cock harden in his shorts as he pushed against me. I tried to move side-on so his penis was not in contact with mine through our clothes. He started rubbing his erection against my leg, dry humping me, his brother.




"Please Tom," I whimpered, "Don’t do this."




He released me and pushed me back holding me at arms reach.




"Oh no Sis, don’t come on all coy now deary, you weren’t coy last night when you were sucking and fucking my mates now, were you Michele?" he said sarcastically.




"Anyway Sis, you are probably right about one thing, I don’t want to get you diverted from cooking my breakfast do I?" he chuckled.




"Plenty of time for that sort of fun after I’m fed. Now get going Sis, two eggs over easy; just like you were last night if I remember," he chuckled at the joke made at my expense.




"Crisp bacon, toast and coffee please Sis. Chop chop, I’m hungry."




I felt so humiliated, but I was relieved to be out of his reach. At least while I was cooking it gave me time to think about some way of getting out of this dilemma. 




I put bacon in a pan on the stove and retrieved eggs, milk, margarine, and coffee from the fridge. Then I made what was to be disastrous error of judgement. Instead of kneeling down, ladylike, to get the coffeepot out of the bottom cupboard, I bent over at the waist and started muddling amongst the pots and pans in there searching for the coffeepot.




Tom was greeted with the view of my miniskirt stretched tight against my ass as I bent over. My skirt rode up to reveal the garters attached to the dark band at the top of my diaphanous stockings, the seams leading down to my high heels which were splayed slightly apart. A glimpse of sheer white nylon panty was just visible from under the hem of my skirt. Then I heard Tom groan and utter,




"Fuck breakfast! That view is just too much for me to take in and sit still!"




I heard his chair screech as he pushed it back and he made his way quickly over to me.




"Fuck Sis, I just have to have you," he groaned and I felt his full weight behind me.




He pushed my upper body down so I was bent over the counter top and I felt him fumbling behind me, breathing hard and grunting. I tried to push myself up off the counter and I felt a sharp jab in my side as he punched me.




"Don’t fuck around Sis," he snapped, "this can be easy or hard for you, but I’m taking what I want right now!"




I was winded and in pain and knew I was defeated. I stopped resisting and stood still, bent over the counter. My brother kicked my heels further apart and then I felt him move between my legs. He fumbled again, then in shock I felt his hard penis through my nylon panties pushing against my ass.




"Oh this is so good," he sighed as I felt his hand back there behind me trying to manoeuvre his erection into position.




His cock slid against my stocking thigh and he slowly rubbed it there as he pulled my panties over to one side of ass cheeks to expose my puckered ass bud. Tom reached out and I saw his hand dip into an open tub of margarine sitting on the counter next to my head. 




‘Christ,’ I thought, ‘I know what the bastard is about to do.’ Then I felt him rub the cold slippery margarine between my buttocks. Tom eased himself back and placed his hands on my hips, gripping onto my garter belt under my skirt. Then I felt his cock at the entrance to my ass. He just eased forward in one long slow thrust.




"OOOhhhh!" I groaned as I felt his long thick shaft slide slowly into my ass, filling it, the head of his penis pushing up against my prostate.




"OOOhhh!" my brother groaned as his greasy, slick, cock slid easily, deep into me and he felt my ass grip his penis like a velvet glove.




I felt my cock immediately stiffen inside my panties as he started to fuck me with long slow strokes. I couldn’t help but feel sexy all over as I accepted my brother’s invasion of my ass. The stimulation on all the sensitive nerves deep in there, the pressure on my prostate, and the magnificent feeling of being filled with cock, all combined to drive me into ecstasy. 




I pushed back to meet his slow easy thrusts and I felt him release one hand from my hip.




"Oh Sis," he moaned, "this is so good, I can’t hold it in much longer."




I knew what he meant, he was close to coming, and so was I. I pushed back harder as his long slow thrusts grew more intense, he was pushing his pelvis hard against my soft ass cheeks on the in stroke and pulling back so just the head of his cock was just inside my sphincter on the out stroke. I matched his rhythm and then I felt his free hand grip my hard cock through my panties. He didn’t wank it, he just squeezed my cock in time with his thrusts.




It was too much for me and I started to squirt hot semen, drenching my panties as he squeezed me harder. Tom grunted and pushed himself into me as far as he could, I was pushed hard against the kitchen counter as my brother’s throbbing cock exploded deep in my ass. I felt the head of his penis pulsate against my prostate as he shot stream after stream of hot semen deep inside me. I continued to eject jets of come as his hand squeezed my penis harder through my silky nylon panties.




I moaned and squirmed my ass back against him to drain the last droplets of come from him. He groaned and collapsed against me, sated.




"OOOOOhhhhhh Sis, that was just so fucking good," my brother whispered in my ear and kissed my earlobe.




To be continued

My plan was simple - i'd spend the first week looking for a room-mate, and if i found one, i'd just lie to my parents about finding a job, since the rent would be covered by the room-mate + my the "aid" from my parents. If not, i'd fill an application at Mickey Dee's. I asked several of my friends from college if they were interested, but they were all happy with their living situations. After 4 days, i was hopeless. Then, in an amazing turn of events, one day at 7-11, i ran into an old friend of mine from middle school and high school named Kenny. After a few minutes of friendly small talk, he casually mentioned that he was looking for a place to live. Bingo. This was my cue. I invited him over to my house later that night to discuss it in detail.

At 7:00, he arrived. Ken and i went up to my room to discuss the terms. He was working a steady job and agreed to pay initially with his half. After i found a job, we'd split the other half of the ret down the middle aside from the money my parents would give me. So in a way, we actually made the rent smaller. It was somewhat clever, and full proof, if it was kept on the downlow. After finding a decent enough apartment, Kenny and i moved our stuff in. The only problem was the apartment, though entirely suitable for our living needs, was still pretty small. As awkward as it may have been, we agreed to sleep in the same bed. It was cheaper than buying a new bed and the both of us were too lazy to move another bed of his from home into the apartment.

When we were finally done moving stuff in, we just sat on the couch together and rested for a few moments. Till Kenny jokingly asked "So which side of the bed do you want?" We both laughed. I replied "Whichever side you're on, stud!" in a faggy voice. He then said "You know, we could wrestle for it...." in a kidding manner. As goofy as the mood of our banter may have been, it wasn't all a joke, really. See, i'll be honest.... Kenny and i used to wrestle alot when we were younger..... and it turned me on.... like i'd get a raging boner from it. I'm not a fag, or anything. I'm into girls, but wrestling with Kenny was, dare i say..... HOT. Real hot. And i found myself almost dissapointed whenever we'd stop. For a minute, i thought he might've been trying to initiate a wrestling session with his flirty tone. I contemplated taking the "bait" and seeing if he was up to it. I then decided that i would seem too eager and the chances that he was serious were quite low. Hell, i wasn't even sure if he wanted to wrestle with me for the same "reasons".

For the rest of the night, we just watched TV. I was getting hotter and hotter by the prospect of a wrestling match between him and me. I knew i couldn't ask him, so i decided to maybe tackle him in the bedroom. But then decided against it, thinking it would seem too gay and planned. Finally, Ken decided that he wanted to go to bed. I followed suit.

We walked to the bedroom and started stripping. I stripped down to my boxers out of my jeans and t-shirt. I looked at my body in the mirror. I had what some might call a "doughey" physique. Not really fat, just a little "soft" all around. My skin was a few shades away from being pale. I then looked at Kenny..... Kenny was black and just a couple of inches shorter than me at 5'10. I watched as he took off his t-shirt, exposing his skinny chest. And i remembered how that was one of the many reasons our sexy wrestles turned me on. He was smaller, which kind of made me the butch and him the bitch...... i'll admit..... a few times.... i though about...... sticking it in his ass. I don't know how it happened. I've always been a butt-man and into anal, but no girls i had been with were open minded enough to do it. I liked the thought of eerting my dominance by rolling him onto his stomach and laying on his back as i pumped the hell out of his ass and shot my cum deep into his anus.....

He pulled off his pants to reveal a pair of tight white briefs. I found myself extremely turned on by this..... just the contrast of colors.... his black skin complemented the solid whit ebriefs so perfectly. At this point, i began to question the possibility of Kenny being open to a wrestle. I decided to try and initiate a wrestle...... and... yes, flirt with a dude. This was sooooo gay. Literally. So i asked with a smirk on my face "Whose weenie does that bikini belong to, fag?"

He responded by saying "I don't know, but you better pull your jaw up from the floor and stop drooling before we have to call the Super." I was shocked by his response. How bold.... and quite flirty. To which i responded "Oh yeah, and what if i don't? You gonna spank me?" "I'll spank you and make you my bitch"

"Really? Prove it" I then tackled him to the ground. Now just imagine this picture - two dudes in their underwear, one in briefs, one white and one black, wrestling each other on the ground. It was super gay. We giggled as we rolled around the ground, each trying to find a way to subjugate the other. We grinded against each other as i had him in a headlock. I asked him if he gave up. He responded with a "fuck you, faggot" I then got him on his back and sat on his chest. Oddly enough, Kenny didn't do anything.... he seemed to be enjoying it just as much as i was..... speaking of which, i felt my dick begin to stir. I realized i had to end this. So i straddled his stomach, pinned his wrists down to the floor, and said 1, 2, 3. I felt his rock hard dick slightly grind against my ass as i straddled him. He said "I'll beat you next time, fag" as he got up to take a shower. I responded with "Face it, you're my bitch for life."

He opened the door to the bathroom and took off his briefs leaving him completely naked. I caught a quick glimps of his black ass before he headed into the shower. I won't lie.... it turned me on...... it was alot like mine, soft and doughey. After catching that view and being beyond horny after our hot wrestling match, i could't resist the urge to beat my meat. I knew it had to be quick, though, because if Kenny walked in on me beating my meat, he'd put two and two together instantly. And at this point, i gues it was a little silly to worry about whether he felt the same way about me or not, but i was still concernced about it. I put my left hand on my dick and started thinking about him and i wrestling. I then thought about pulling down his briefs and just shoving my cock in his ass full force. In my fantasy, he screams loudly and smiles with pleasure as i just pump my cock in and out of his hot black ass. Finally, i come hard in his ass. I quickly wiped the jizz on the sheets, for now. I know it's gross, but it would eventually evaporate.

Kenny came back in. I pretended i was asleep. I caught a glimpse of his hard cock and skinny black body. Could he have been jerking off in the shower? It made sense.......

In the middle of the night, i hear the shower running again. Was Kenny taking another shower? I decided to go check it out. The bathroom was really steamy and i was greeted by the sight of Kenny's doughey black butt cheeks. He spread them out right in front of me and i caught a glimpse of his pink anus..... it looked soooo hot. Kenny then emerged from the shower and looked me in the eyes..... we then made out passionately...... He then guided me into the shower, pulled down my boxers exposing my erect dick, put my cock in his mouth and.... poof!

...... It was a dream. I awoke with a HUGE boner. I felt so full of shame. It was enough that i got off to the thought of wrestling with a guy..... but to be turned on by the idea of him sucking my cock and us passionately tongue kissing? To explode over the though of filling his sexy naked ass with my cum? I felt like such a fruit. There was no turning back now. I was sexually attracted to Kenny. I didn't want a relationship with him or anything, that's just gross. But i wanted to screw him.... hard. Kenny had gone to work. I found his pair of briefs from last night on the edge of the bed. Since Kenny wasn't home, i grabbed them and gave the ass area a sniff...... i then gave the cock are a sniff.... and to my surprise it smelled like cum! I mean, it could've been a coincidence and all. Kenny had a penchant for the old chronic masturbation thing. But combined with all the other signs i had been given, i was 99% sure that Kenny felt the same way as i did.

Honestly, at this point, i wasn't feeling as guilty as i was before about doing shit with another guy. I hadn't gotten any with a girl in months. Sex was sex. So, i decided that as soon as Kenny came home, i was going to show that i was interested. I decided i'd walk around with a pair of his briefs on and a t-shirt. It made me feel hot and naughty, to be quite honest. So when he came home and saw this interesting sight...... he asked the only thing any man in his position could ask "What the fuck are you doing in one of my briefs?" "I left mine at home. I had to borrow one of your's. You pissed?" "No, it's okay. Just don't take a dump in them or anything" Flirting time "Okay, but it may difficult..... i mean, you loosened my ass up so much while i was sleeping last night that i don't how i'll manage to be able to control my bowel movements from now on" "You wish, fag" Ooooohh..... i loved it when he called me a fag. My cock jumped instantly.

"These are pretty comfortable actually, i think i may swtich to briefs from now on. I always heard that they killed your sperm count or some shit like that. They also seem kind of gay" "Is that why you wanna wear them?" He responded with a smirk on his face. I said "Oh yes, Kenny, my flag has been raised" "Literally and figuratively" he said as he pointed to my erect dick. My heart stopped. That 99% i was talking about before had just jumped up to 110%. This boy wanted it just as much as i did. "I'll make dinner" He said. I slapped his ass before he left. "You wanna fight, bitch?" "You're calling me bitch after i made you mine last night, fag?" "We'll see about that.... you know what, fuck this." He said. "Why should i be your bitch and cook dinner for you by default? Whoever submits or gets pinned cooks dinner." "Alright". We started wrestling in our briefs. We grabbed each other in a huge bearhug standing up. Finally, i threw him down ad got on top of his scrawy back just as i had envisioned it in my fantasies. He grinded his brief clad butt against my brief clad dick. It was pretty obvious by now what the both of us were trying segue into.

I whispered in his ear "Give up, bitch?" "Fuck you". I laid on his back for a while smelling the scent of his buzzed and curly black hair. I had the urge to start kissing his neck. I decided to pull down his briefs and spank his sexy black bottom instead. We both got up and giggled. He laughed and gave me a smile. We then started wrestling again and i pretended to accidentally grab his dick hard to which he responded with a loud moan. I then threw him down and pinned him to the ground. We looked in each others eyes. I then looked down at his lips. Slowly, we melted into each other's faces. We started making out passionately. He grabbed my dick to which i moaned extremely hard and screamed his name. I grabbed his ass and felt the soft doughey cheeks up. I even started fingering his anus a little. "New rule. Winner makes dinner. Loser sucks and gets fucked." Kenny's eyes lit up and we started wrestling again in the living room. This time, we wrestled naked. We writhed against each other for a few moments, our dicks grinding against one another. Eventually, he had me in a position where he grounded his cock into my ass crack. Eventually, i made him submit when i sat on his chest. From there, i simply stood up. He grabbed my dick and placed it on his mouth. He blew me for a few moments before i stopped him and told him to bend over on his hands and knees. "Fuck you! You want me, you gotta catch me, you faggot!" This excited me very much.... this was much like my fantasy.... i wanted to be dominant..... i wanted to catch Kenny and pump the hell out of him. I chase him around the apartment until i caught him and dragged his skinny little body into the bedroom. I bent him over on the edge of the bed. I lubed my cock and his ass up. He said the lube on his ass felt awesome. He then spread his ass cheeks. His pink butthole looked oh so inviting. I slid it in hard as he screamed.

"Oh God!" "Oh God!" he screamed. "Take it, you fag bitch!" Itn felt sooooo damn good..... the heat and pressure of his anus against my dick felt so unbelievably awesome........ Finally, i shot my load deep into his butt. Afterwards, we kissed passionately. I agreed to let him do me. He started licking my ass which felt so damn good. Then, he shoved it up my ass...... i'll admit, i liked it...... after a few thrusts, i felt his hot cum shoot up my ass..... that was the best part for me.... just feeling his jizz inside of me.... Ugh..... it was so awesome.

Afterwards, i made dinner. We talked about what we had done. We felt comfortable enough to live together and understood that we didn't want anything more than the occasional fuck or two. We still got with women, but if there was ever a dry spell, we knew just where to look for some action.

Well the day finaly came, i let him in, i was already hard as a rock and i noticed his was bulging in his running shorts. When he sat down at the computer, we began to play. once he lost he was slightly mad but i think he was mor embarresed than mad! I playfuly grabed his cock and pe punched me in my side, i winked and reminded him of the bet. He resopnded by saying you cant be serious can you?

I slid down my pants and playfuly sat behind him kissing his neck. at that moment he turned from soft to rock hard. i immediantly reached down and unbuttoned Danle's pants. he let out a soft moan as i massaged his nipples though his shirt. my breasts are about the size of a 14 year old girls and are sensiive to toutch. He realized i was dead serious about the sex, so he sighed and took his shirt off revealing his well chizled abs. I began to lick his chest and nipples Danle let out moans of pleasure as I did so. I paused and told him told ya you'd have fun. course i had never had sex eather.

But still I kepted on licking his button sized nipples as the air conditioner kicked in it send a shiver up his spine and mine as well as we were both compleatly nude. I stopped licking his nipple and moved to his enlarged penis now about 6 inches out of the 9 long. I cuped his balls in my hands as i began to toung to tip. i forced my toung as deep into his piss hole as i could while i slowly moved closer to is anus with my hand.

Felling my index finger force its way into his anus, he let out a moan as i began to suck. I slowly forced my finger deeper into his ass causing him to shive. His cock was expantind in my mouth the last three inches of the nine. I began to taste his pre cum at the top of my toung and told him it was time. I bent over and spread my ass cheeks with my hands. He looked at my anus for awhile before bending over himself and jabing my pucked hole with his toung. I was on the edge, about to cum myself as he forced his fully erect 9 inch penis into my tiny hole with out any reguard of my cmfort.

The pain was intence but was quickly replaced with pure pleasure as he began impaining me inch by inch in and out in and out gaine two inches and fell back one. before long his entime penis was in my ass. I could feel is balls on my ass crack as he brutaly raped my vergin boy pussy wich by now was spread a whole two inches.

He took hold of my 7 inch cock and worked it between his fingers forcing my cum out onto his penis and nutsack i suttered at the feeling of my own cum lubercating his penis that was raping my ass but i loved every second of it! I felt his gigantic penis begin to twich deep in my ass cheeks. I knew it was not long before he would be breeding my ass.

WOOSH! his cum began to flow into my ass I could feel the heat from it all the way to my chest. He just kepted filling me for what was like 45 seconds of constant ejaculation. He was like a horny aninmal raping me! Just the way I dreamed but it was my best friend! my Fanticy come true! three minutes later he was all out of seed.

I unmounted his gigantic dick as his seed spilled out of my still gaping hole onto the computer chair ruining the aphulstery. Damn it I thought, but who cared not me! I was in LOVE, with another man and my neighbor, best friend, and all around good guy.

Once we were no longer in the heat of the moment, we realized the small room smelled like sex and a gym bag! Looking at the clock wich read 4:30 knowing damn well my folks would be home witin the hour i grabbed a bottle of Ferbreaze and sprayed it all down with air freshener. Danle and I had one last kiss before he headed out and I knew things would never be the same again as I got a text on my phone saying 'I'll be there tomorrow'

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Around nine o’clock there was a knock on my
door and I looked through the peep hole and a vision of extreme spunk stood
before me. I opened the door and the man on the other side introduced himself
as Scott. I welcomed him in and he asked if he could use my phone to call his
employer

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We spoke about what we would do and other
things for about 5 mins. He took his shirt off and I swear to god that his body
was to die for. I lightly ran my fingers over his taught tight body. I lightly
fingered his erect nipples. and over his trim stomach .I could feel his
breathing change to one of excitement. I worked my hands lower over  his crotch.”Fuck me”, I thought. His thing has
to be at least eight inches long. It was not stiff yet. I stepped back and let
Scott take his pants off. He stood there in just his undies, his thing now
straining to break free from its home. His undies started to fill right out. He
slowly rolled his undies down and revealed his penis to me. I was right it was
at least eight inches long and his balls looked like they could deliver enough
semen to populate the earth.. His pubic hair was neatly trimmed above his shaft.
His penis was circumcised unlike me.

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I ran my hands over this large appendage and
felt the head of his lovely big penis.I ran my hands over his shaft and balls.
I didn’t want to let go of this big joy giver. I could not wait to feel it in
my mouth. I had watched enough porn and wanked myself in front of a former
mate’s ex girlfriend [different story for a different time.] to know what to do
next. I mean after all I could not back out now. I got on my knees and put a
pillow under my knees. I had a little pain in my knees and this solved that problem.
I inhaled Scott’s musky smell and proceeded to start sucking him off. I slowly
worked that penis into my mouth. It was like a revelation going off in my head.
I loved sucking on that monster and did not want to take it out of my mouth. I
realised that at sometime in the near future this monstrous penis would be in
my backside. I lick that monster for all it was worth. I paid attention to his
lovely balls. Scott motioned for me take my clothes off. I had to take a break
from sucking that lovely cock anyway. I peeled my clothes off and stood before
Scott. He started to fondle my penis and rolled my foreskin back and massaged
the head of my still limp cock. I did not know why my cock was still limp, but
Scott soon changed that and my cock was hard and pointing north. Scott now got
on his knees and started sucking my penis.The feeling was one of immense
pleasure. Words cannot do justice to
what I was feeling. It was like nothing else on Earth. His tongue was working
my pee hole and head at the same time. I thought I was going to come there and
then

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I motioned for us to go into the kitchen and I
would take him over the breakfast bar.I let him put the condom on my rock hard
cock.He leant over the bar and told me to fuck him silly. He needed my cock in
him.My penis found his anal passage quite easily, the head resisted a but with
a little lubrication my cock slipped in quite easily.i found my rhythm quite
quickly and was pumping with everything I had.I I could feel the come spurting
into the rubber in his arse. I withdrew and now it was my turn.Scott told me to
relax and it would not hurt all that much.He position the head of his lovely cock
in my anal passage and gently pushed the
meat into my arse..He didn’t rush and fucked me with lovingly slow strokes.I
could feel his lovely cock going in and
out and could tell he was going to come any minute.I motioned for him to stop
and spray his load over my face.He pulled the rubber of just in time and
sprayed his big load of man juice all over my face.I ran my fingers through it
and licked my fingers.i loved the taste of his come and wanted to suck his
cock again.He asked me if he could stay the night and it would not cost me any
more than what I already paid.The next morning Scott woke up with my mouth on
his already stiff cock. It didn’t take long for a load of salty semen to tickle
my tonsils.I continued seeing Scott and screwing and sucking that cock for
about a year until he moved interstate,where he found even more better work.I
am happy for him and wish him all the best,but I really miss that cock
of his.

I suppose there are other cocks to suck out
there and will continue to suck cock for as long as I live.i can do without the
fucking though. Although I did enjoy having Scott’s cock in my bum I walked a
bit funny for a couple of days afterwards. I lied to my employer and said I hurt
my hip and it should right itself shortly.they brought it.

 

Her submission to her e-mail master in no way diminished her self confidence or, in her own mind, her sense of independence.   She initially considered her submission an intriguing game to be played as long as it was fun.   She knew she didn’t have to do as told and what harm could come from someone who didn’t know her real identity and whom she would certainly never meet, or so she thought initially.   It would be fun to see what he envisioned for her.   So she started.   As time passed and she was rewarded with pleasure at performing each of the tasks he gave her, she began to consider each new instruction a challenge to see if she could perform it to his satisfaction.   Each time she completed a task, she felt such a sense of accomplishment and reward that she looked forward to either new challenges or to repeating others.   In this way, Nickie became his true submissive sex slave, either through his unique ability to read her true desires from her replies to him, or to pure dumb luck at finding one so completely receptive to his manipulation.  

 

Now to Nickie – in her own words:

 

I believe the greatest benefit to me in this relationship with my Master has been the realization that I can enjoy sex so much more if I know I am pleasing my partner, giving him or her pleasure thereby enhancing my own.   I still perform some version of my nightly routine of self stimulation on those nights that I am not otherwise occupied and I believe that this keeps me in a heightened state of arousal most of the time.   Through my contact with my Master I have come to realize that I simply love sex in all it’s forms and revel in the challenge of ensuring my partner loves sex with me.   As the chapter in my life that covered my years as a student, both at the university and possibly as a student of my Master’s, came to a close, I knew it was time for decisions.   But initially, I was just relieved that school was over and thought that I did not really have to make any big decisions right away.   I could just play for a while, mark time until I was ready to move on to that next chapter in my life, whatever it might be.   Well – that’s not exactly the way it turned out.

 

I had just graduated from the university that I have attended for three years.   I was looking forward to getting it over with and celebrating afterwards.   I got up that morning to get ready to go to graduation ceremonies, removed the large butt plug that I now insert each night after my routine and took my shower.   I took the small butt plug and slipped it into my ass.   I really like the feeling of being filled back there and usually have something in my ass most of the time.   I brushed my hair and applied a little minimal makeup.   Then tried to decide what to wear under my graduation gown.   The gown was black, made of relatively thin but not transparent material, floor length, and zipped up the front.  

 

‘You know,’ I thought, ‘I don’t have to wear anything at all underneath.’  

 

I mean – the gown certainly covered me and the day promised to be warm.   I might have to be a little careful when sitting since the zipper only started just above my knees, but sitting I would be able to show a bit of leg and thigh.   This appealed to me and my exhibitionist tendencies so I put the robe on and zipped up the front.   My nipples were erect from my thoughts of going to graduation this way and were quite apparent through the thin fabric.   I practiced sitting in front of my mirror.   I unzipped the top of the gown a bit to show just a bit of cleavage and looked at myself.   Satisfied, I put on my shoes, relatively modest heels, and put   the mortar board on and pinned it to my hair.   We were expected to be at the arena by 9:00 AM and it was 8:30, so I left the apartment and walked the short distance to campus.  

 

I arrived, found my place in line, and waited for the march into the arena.   I was graduating, Summa Cum Laude, with a 3.98 GPR and so was in with the group of honor graduates positioned between two guys that I knew.   We had been in a couple of the same classes together this last semester.   I had spent the night with both of them a few weeks earlier and we had gotten to know each other really well.   They were well aware of my reputation, as were many others in the arena that day.   As I arrived and took my place between them, they each gave me a hug and a kiss.   Chuck is an anachronism, a very smart guy who played on the football team.   As he hugged me, his hand went to my ass and squeezed it playfully.   I grinned and stuck my tongue out at him.  

 

“Just cool it, Chuck,” I said. “This isn’t the time or place.   Maybe later. K?”

 

“You name the time and place and I’ll be there,” he replied.   As I talked with him I felt another hand on my ass, turned and to find James, a big grin on his face.  

 

“You feel fine this morning, sugar,” he said.   “In fact, feels like I’m feeling the real you underneath that robe.   Don’t tell me that’s all you have on,” he added in a whisper.   James is another football player, big, black, and smart as a whip.   And did I mention big.   Six feet nine inches tall, 250 lbs., about 9 inches long and very thick.

 

“Of course it isn’t the only thing I have on.   See.” I pulled up the hem of the robe and looked down to display my feet. “I also have shoes on.” I smiled shyly at him from under the edge of the mortar board.

 

“My mistake, sugar.   You certainly do have shoes on.   I just hope you don’t have to stand in front of any really bright lights.   That robe’s pretty thin.”   He said, grinning more broadly

 

“Thanks for the warning, but I think I’ll be OK.   At least I shouldn’t get too warm,” I said, smiling back at him.  

 

Grinning even more broadly, he said, “Wouldn’t count on that.”

 

The music started for our processional and we began to shuffle forward to the entrance to the arena.   Chuck behind me and James in front.   As we moved forward, stopped, and moved forward repeatedly, I could feel Chucks erection press against my back.   As I bumped into James in front of me, I felt his hands cup my pussy and rub it up and down a few times.   He had his hands innocently clasped behind his back at just the right level.   By the time we entered the arena and the march to our seats picked up, I was really warm.

 

As I sat down I pulled the robe up so that it fell on either sid of my legs.   I crossed my legs loosely, as always, conscious of my Master’s instructions to never let my thighs touch when sitting.    In this way anyone sitting across from me could look up my skirt or dress, or in this case, my robe.   Of course there was no one across from me now but sitting this way has become, as I am sure my Master intended, second nature to me now.

 

As the ceremony started, both James and Chuck reached over and each one put a hand in my lap.   I uncrossed my legs and spread them a little.   I covered both of their hands with mine and it looked like we were just holding hands, but beneath my hands, theirs were busy, stroking me.   I adjusted my position to allow them better access and tried to keep from squirming around too much.   But eventually, as we waited, I WAS squirming all around on that chair.   I let out a low moan and pushed both of their hands away.  

 

“Sorry, guys.” I whispered,   “But you were going to cause me to make a scene.   You already have me so hot I’ll be lucky to be able to walk when its time to get my diploma, not to mention the wet spot that’s now on my robe.”

 

“You think you’ll have trouble walking?   Try it with the boner that I have right now,” James whispered back.   Knowing James’ size in that area, I could imagine, but just grinned at him as Chuck chuckled quietly.

 

Before I knew it we were standing in line waiting for our name to be called for us to climb to the stage and receive our diplomas.   Chucks name was called.   Then I heard “Nicole Renee Schau, Summa Cum Laude”.   I climbed to the stage and walked to shake the hand of the President of the university and receive my diploma.   He smiled and shook my hand as he handed me the orange case containing my diploma.

 

“Congratulations, Nickie,” he said as he held my hand.   To my surprise, he continued, “I hope you realize that you are a special young lady, a pearl as it were, and the world really can be your oyster.”   He continued to hold my hand, expecting some comment from me I suppose.   I was so surprised that he seemed to know me that I really didn’t know what to say.

 

“Thank you, sir,” I managed, “I appreciate that a lot.”   I tried to disengage my hand from his but he held it a moment longer.  

 

“I know that class rankings have not been made public yet but wanted to tell you personally that you are ranked number one in the class of 975 students.   Again, congratulations and best wishes, Nickie.”   He released my hand.   I stood somewhat dumbfounded.  

 

“Wow!” I said somewhat breathlessly.   It was all I could say.

 

“Yeah, WOW is right,” he said.

 

I turned and left the stage.   I didn’t want to stay for the rest of the ceremony.   I had some big celebrating to do.   I turned right at the exit and walked out of the arena and went straight to Dave’s.

 

 

Observations:

 

Zantha had arrived in the little college town that morning, driving up from Atlanta .   She was looking for Nickie but all she had to go on was the fact that she frequented a bar where the owner’s name was Dave.   She had a room reserved at a local motel but didn’t intend to use it unless she couldn’t find Nickie.   She drove through the small downtown, passing several bars, obviously catering to the college crowd.   She parked and entered one of the smaller taverns, reasoning that Nickie wouldn’t choose a big place.   She walked to the bar and took a vacant seat at the end.  

 

Zantha was a striking brunette.   She was about 5’4” tall, her dark hair was glossy and straight, cut to the shape of her face, parted in the middle and curving in softly at the nape of her neck.   Her eyes were pale, lined with black, her mouth wide and sensual.   Men noticed her.  

 

The men in the tavern noticed her as she entered and walked purposefully to her seat.   The bartender came over and asked, “what can I get you, ma’am?”  

 

“A glass of Chardonnay, please,” she answered.   He served her the glass of wine and returned to the other end of the bar where he was watching a television with several other men.   Apparently they were watching the graduation carried on one of the local cable stations.  

 

“Hot damn, it is her.   It was Nickie.   You see how long he’s taking with her,” one of them said.   Zantha was immediately interested in the conversation.   She glanced up at the TV to see a tall blonde girl leaving the stage.   Of course.   Nickie was graduating this semester.   That must be her

 

“Yeah,” the bartender replied, “she’s supposed to be some sort of brainy bitch and I guess she must be.   I don’t understand why she is so wild, or how she does so well in school all things considered.”

 

Zantha quickly finished her wine and signaled the bartender for another glass.   As he delivered it she said “What was that about the girl who just got her diploma?   I assume you guys know her and, as it happens, I’m looking for a girl named Nickie regarding a legal matter.   Can you tell me where I could find her?”

 

“Yeah, sure.   My name’s Jimmy by the way and, yes, we do know Nickie around here.   She just graduated in the current senior class with all sorts of honors.   That’s what we were talking about.   So she will probably be looking to celebrate a bit .   You can probably find her at Dave’s later.”

 

“Well Jimmy – I’m Zantha, and yes, I understand she frequents Dave’s quite often.   Can you tell me how to find it?” Zantha asked.

 

“Well, you are almost there,” answered Jimmy.   “Dave’s place is just around the corner, off the main drag.   Take a left out the door here, then left at the next street and go about two blocks.   Dave’s is in the middle of the next block on the left.   Can’t miss it.”

 

“Thanks a lot, Jimmy,” said Zantha as she smiled inwardly.   This was going to be easier than she had thought.

 

In her own words:

My hurried walk to Dave’s took only a few minutes and as I entered Dave spotted me, jumped the bar and grabbed me in a bear hug, lifted me off the ground and slung me around.   “Damn woman, graduating with honors.   You are something else gal – you must be about to bust with pride!” Dave shouted.   Others at the bar were clapping and cheering.

 

“Jeeze, thanks Dave – and all you guys.   Yeah, I am pretty happy about things right now.   I can’t stay though.   Gotta go get outta this robe.   Just wanted to stop by and show you my diploma and what a real graduate looks like,”   I gushed.

 

“Well they coulda given you a prize for being the prettiest too.   Thanks for coming by and showing us your all dressed up self..   You be back later I hope?” Dave asked.

 

“Sure – soon as I get changed I’ll be back.”   I told him as I gave him a kiss and turned and left for my apartment.

 

Observations:

Nickie rushed to her apartment and changed.   She took off the robe and chose a mini skirt that barely covered her ass.   No panties.   An almost sheer blouse that buttoned up the front with no bra.   She left the top three buttons undone.   She applied minimal makeup as was her habit and left for Dave’s

 

As soon as she arrived she could see Dave at the bar.   He looked at her with a serious expression.   She could tell he was concerned about something.

 

“What? What’s wrong?” she asked as she sat at the bar.

 

“See that gal in the booth over there?” He said.   “She is here to see you.   She said she was here to meet you at a ‘Kim’s’ request.   Isn’t that the name of the guy you’ve been e-mailing with?”

 

Nickie was surprised.   She looked over and saw a beautiful brunette sitting in the booth.   “Kim? Yeah, sure, that’s him.   You sure she said ‘Kim’?” I asked.   “I don’t know what this is about but I better find out.”   She said as she turned to go to the booth.

 

“Take care, girl.”   Dave said as she left the bar.

 

Nickie walked to the booth and stood beside the woman.   “I understand you are looking for me – and that you are here at Kim’s request?   Are you really from Kim?,” she asked.

 

“Ahhh, Nickie.   Sooooo nice to meet you at last.” The brunette said.   “Yes, I’m here at Master Kim’s instructions.   Have a seat and I’ll tell you all about it.” She said.

 

Nickie took a seat opposite her.   Smiling she said, “You are as beautiful as your pictures.   Master wanted me to see if I could find you and verify the things you have told him.   From what I have found out, it seems, so far at least, that you have been truthful.   Relax, Nickie, I’m a friend.   My name is Zantha.   I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do but we do need to talk.”

 

Nickie didn’t know how to respond.   Here was a personal contact with her e-mail master.   Something she had not planned on.   But she was intrigued with the idea of finding out more.   “OK,” she replied, “I don’t know you or how you found me – but I’m willing to listen.”

 

“Oh Niickie, it was pretty easy to find you.   There isn’t but one large university in this part of the state and we knew you frequented ‘Dave’s’, sooo ----.   Anyway, whatever happens from here on out will be up to you.   Now do not interrupt.   We DO have things to discuss.   Speak only in response to a question, understood?”

 

“Ohhh Kayyyy,” said Nickie, hesitantly.

 

“Alright,” began Zantha, “Our Master thinks it is time for you to experience hands on training.   I have been in Atlanta on a business trip for him and since I was going to be so close, he thought this would be a good time to start, especially since you have just finished school.   Now let me outline the proposal for you.   You do not have to agree but if you do not, all contact with him or me will cease.   You may agree initially and then at anytime during the course of your hands on training you may decide to quit, but again, all contact will then cease.  

 

“Now, your training.   It will begin with me, starting here and now.   I will stay here with you for one week giving you an idea of what your training will be like.   Then, assuming you continue, we will visit Master Kim himself.   He plans to be in the Atlanta area starting a week from tomorrow.   Your training will not include any serious physical harm but may involve minor punishment, at my or our Master’s discretion, from time to time if warranted.   You must obey all instructions without question or hesitation.   You will inform Dave that you are under my care from now on and unless you tell him differently at some future date, he is not to expect to see you for a while.   You may tell him you will contact him once per week, if you so desire, to ease his mind about your well being.   Do you understand all that I have said so far?”

 

“I think so,” said Nickie, “but will any of this be in writing?”

 

“The contract you have already signed is all that we need.   You have already agreed to this.   Even though this is the first hands on contact you have had, the contract remains in force and applies to in person contact as well as e-mail contact.   Any more questions?   -   No?   Well, what is your answer.”

 

Surprised at the abrupt tone, Nickie says, “Now – you want my answer right now?   Can’t I have a little while to think about it?”

 

“Nickie, I asked if you had more questions and you did not respond.   Now you ask another question.   Not good, Nickie.   But yes, you can have a little time to think about your answer.   Sit here and think while I go to the ladies room.   I will tell you this.   If you do not accept this proposal, you will, in my opinion, be missing a wonderful life experience, one I truly believe you will enjoy.   I will expect your answer when I return.”   With that, Zantha leaves the booth.  

 

Nickie isn’t sure what to do.   The thought of actually having a Master, or in this case, a Mistress, direct her actions is titillating.   She really does not have any definite plans for the immediate future, and, she thinks, she can always quit if things get too kinky.   OK. She decides to do it just as Zantha returns.

 

“Your answer,” Zantha says as she resumes her seat.

 

“”Ok, I’ll do it,” says Nickie.   “Should I go tell Dave now?”

 

“You will tell Dave when I tell you to tell Dave.   You will not do anything at all this week unless directed by me, and that includes speaking unless I ask a question or give permission.   Is that understood?”

 

Nickie nods mutely.  

 

“Now, stand here in front of me.”   Nickie gets up and stands in front of Zantha.   Zantha reaches over and lifts Nickie’s skirt.   “Good.   No panties.   Just as I expected from what you have told our Master.   You are a slut, Nickie.”   Leaving the skirt raised, Zantha grips the front of Nickie’s blouse and pulls her forward making her bend at the waist.   She unbuttons all of the buttons on the blouse and then ties the front together, folding the collar and sides of front of the blouse under to expose most of her chest.   Nickie’s nipples are just covered, the sides of each breast exposed, straining against the tight material.  

 

“Remain in this position.” Zantha says as she releases her hold on the blouse.   She reaches into her briefcase, pulls out a red nylon dog collar and fastens it around Nickie’s neck.   “I see you wear our Master’s onchk.   Good.   He will be pleased.   Now   you will also wear his collar.   Now one more thing.” She says as she retrieves a slender gold colored chain from the briefcase.   It is light in weight, about 5 feet long with delicate links, but quite strong.   She attaches this to the collar.   “Stand.” She says.

 

Neckie   stands, the chain looping down, its end in Zantha’s hand.   “Pull your skirt down you little tramp.   You want to get arrested?” Zantha hisses.   Nickie does as instructed.   “Now let’s go see Dave.”

 

Zantha rises and leads Nickie to the bar. “Tell him.” She says to Nickie.

 

Dave sees them and comes over to them at the bar.   “Need something, ladies?” he asks, his expression one of concern.

 

Nickie tells him that she is going to be with Zantha for a while and unless she tells him differently at some future date, he is not to expect to see her for a while.   She does tell him that she will contact him once per week to let him know she is ok.

 

With that, Zantha pulls on the chain and they head for the door of the bar.

 

  ********************

In her own words:

 

We arrived at my apartment in our separate cars, she following me.   As I got out of my car she opened her trunk.   “Get the bags and carry them for me,” She said.  

 

I did as I was told.   There were two bags, one obviously her suitcase, the other like a tool satchel.   As we approached the steps, me struggling under the weight of the two bags, she told me to stop.   I stopped and turned toward her.   She looked at me appraisingly and then reached down and pulled up my skirt and tucked into the waistband, exposing everything below my waist   My ass and pussy were now on display.

 

“Much better,” she said.   “Now onward and upward.”

 

I climbed the stairs in front of her as she looked at my bare ass wiggling up the stairs.

 

“OK, open the door.” she said as I set the bags down and got my key.   I opened the door, picked up the bags and we went inside.   As I placed the bags on the floor of the living room she said, “Where is your computer?”

 

“In the extra bedroom.   I use it as sort of my study area.” I replied.  

 

“Show me.” She said.   We walked to the extra bedroom and Zantha sat at the desk in front of the computer.

 

“OK, take the suitcase and satchel and put them in your bedroom.   Then come back here.”   I did as I was told.  

 

When I returned, she looked at me with a smile on her face. “Now let’s see whether you remember one of the easy commands.   Strip, Nicole.”  

 

For some reason I was nervous.   Don’t know if I was afraid she wouldn’t like what she saw or if I was just embarrassed.   I have undressed before so many others that I should not have minded at all, but this was the first time I was doing it as the result of a direct command from someone else.   It didn’t take me long to remove the few pieces of clothing I had on – my top, skirt, and my shoes and socks.   Nervous, I did it as slowly and sexy as I could, mindful of the instructions relating to this command. Then I stood in front of her.   She looked at me appraisingly.

 

“Not bad, Nickie.   You are quite pretty.   But your striping technique can use some work.   Remember, it should be a strip tease, sensual, intended to arouse the watcher.”   She continued, “Now, while you are in this apartment, you will wear nothing, except,” she paused, smiling at me, “shoes.   I understand you do own a pair of heels? Get them.”

 

I went to my closet and carried the 3 inch heels I had purchased at my Master’s instruction back to her.   Though I had bought them some time ago, I rarely wore them and was not particularly comfortable in them.

 

“Let me see them.”   I handed them to her.   “Well, these will have to do for the time being.   I’ll get you a new pair.   In fact I will need to do some shopping for you later as well.   For now – put these on.”   I took the shoes and started to sit down beside her on the sofa.   “No.   Either stand   or sit on the floor.”   I sat on the floor and put on the shoes.   “Now stand.” I did.   “We are going to have a lot of rules while I am here with you this week.   That’s the first.   You are not allowed to sit on any piece of furniture.   You will either stand or sit or crawl on the floor.   A few others.   You will be nude at all times while in the apartment unless I direct otherwise.   You will speak only when spoken to and then only to answer a direct question.   During the day you will at all times wear those shoes until I can get you another pair.   At night you will wear a special shoe that I have brought for you.   You will keep your gaze directed at the floor unless otherwise instructed.   Understood?” she said.

 

I nodded my understanding.   Zantha moved the chair to the side of the desk and motioned for me to stand beside her.   We were both facing the computer and she put her arm around my waist.   “Show me how you connect to the internet,” she said as she stroked the side of my hip.   Her hand dropped to my ass and then to the inside of my thigh, lightly running her hand up and down from my knee to just below my pussy.   Such a light touch.   It felt wonderful

 

As she continued to stroke me, I leaned over and clicked on the browser icon calling up the connection screen, then clicked the connect button.   My home page came up.   “OK , now to your e-mail program,” she said.   I called up my e-mail.   “Alright, now just stand there.”

 

I stood back as she typed in a message to Master Kim.   I could read over her shoulder.   She let him know that she had arrived and that things were ‘going according to plan’. She signed off and turned to me.  

 

“Now, let’s see how well you are doing with your commands.   Inspection back,” she ordered.

 

I got on the floor beside her and lay on my back with my legs spread wide and   used my hands to pull my cunt open.   It was very obvious that I was quite wet, a result of her touching me earlier combined with the experience of having her there and actually giving me orders.   I was surprised at how turned on I had gotten just from having this stranger in charge of me.  

 

“Very nice,” she said.   She bent over me and touched me on the knee, then slowly with a light touch, very slowly and with a very light touch, trailed her finger tips up my thigh, trailing over my hands as I held myself open for her view, then on up over my rib cage to my right breast.   Slowly and ever so lightly she traced a circle around my nipple.   I didn’t think it could have gotten any more errect, but at that touch, it did.   Her fingers were like sources of electric current activating my senses, I uttered a low moan and my hips involuntarily moved up, my fingers wanting to rub my clit.  

 

“Now just hold that position and stop your squirming.” She said as she continued to stimulate my nipple.   She moved her hand to the left breast and circled that nipple.   Both nipples were as hard and erect as they had ever been.   “Not bad, but we do need to do a little maintenance here.   Master likes very prominent nipples.”

 

With that she got up and moved to the satchel, opened it and retrieved a small container.   She opened the container and extracted what appeared to be two small rubber tubes, each about a half inch long.   Additionally from the satchel she removed a small tool which looked like a slender metal tube with a small claw on one end and a button on the other end.   She took one of the rubber tubes and threaded it over the claw end of the metal tube, then, returned to me.   I watched as she put the claw end of the tube over my right nipple and, pressing the button to open the claw, grabbed my nipple with the claw and pulled it away from my chest, elongating it.   The claw had a non slip coating covering it that grabbed without piercing the skin but held very tight, pinching the end of my nipple somewhat painfully as she pulled on it.   She then rolled the rubber tube off the metal tube onto my nipple.   The rubber tube was now encasing my nipple and a portion of the areola.   The end of my nipple protruded slightly from the end of the rubber tube.   She repeated the process on my left nipple.  

 

“These are special nipple clamps designed by our Master,” she said.   “They are am improved version of what are sometimes called sweater bumpers.   I have a few other pieces of special equipment which he has designed as well.   Now lets run through the rest of the commands”   She proceeded to list each command that I had been given to memorize and as she stated each command I assumed the appropriate position, ending with the Display command.   I stood in front of her with my feet spread shoulder width apart, my hands behind my head, fingers interlaced and eyes downcast.  

 

“Not bad, Nicole,” she said.   ”Now a few more instructions.   You will address me as Ma’am.   I’m not your Master, just a surrogate.   But you will follow my instructions as if they were from him.   You have progressed well but you lack some basic training.   You so far have tried to please your partner on your terms, and have been pretty successful, I’ll admit.   But you still have yet to obey direct commands from your partner, whether he or she be your Master or not.   So – I’m going to try to remedy that.   You will wait here until I return,   and we will see what happens then.   I will choose some appropriate attire for you to put on after I leave. You will then wait for my return    When you hear me knock on the door you will unlock it and immediately fall to your knees.   Do you understand?” she asked.

 

“Yes Ma’am.” I replied.   Zantha went to my closet and removed all the blouses that buttoned up the front.   She took a pair of scissors and removed the top three buttons from each one.   She chose one of the sheerest ones, put it on the bed and returned the rest to the closet.   Next she looked at all my skirts, found a very short pleated skirt and placed it on the bed.  

 

“Wear those with your shoes, nothing else.   When I return I want you to be on your knees when you open the door.   I’m not sure who, if anyone will be with me, but you are to treat any and all as your masters.   Also, get that large exercise mat out and put it in the middle of the room.   We’ll use that as your stage for the evening.   Understand?” She said.   I nodded and she   turned and left.   I heard the door open and close.   I went into the living room and looked around.   I was alone.   I took out my exercise mat, a large padded vinyl covered mat and placed it in the middle of the room.   My stage???

 

 

Observations:

Nickie, dressed in the chosen outfit, waited alone in the apartment as instructed.   Several hours later she heard several footsteps approach her door, then a knock.   She, on her knees, opened the door.   As she knelt there she looked up to see men entering the apartment.   Five men.   They all looked at her as they entered.   All were young black men.  

 

Zantha closed the door. “Meet some friends I met while I was shopping.” She said.   “I was at the local adult novelty shop and ran into these guys.   Well, actually just two of them, but they were nice enough to agree to help us out by inviting some of their friends along.   I have told them about your desire to serve and submit and are in training to do just that.   They have graciously agreed to help with your training by allowing you to serve them.   I will observe and see how well you please them.   Assuming you perform satisfactorily we can proceed with our other plans.”  

 

The men looked at Nickie kneeling on the floor as they entered, walking around her and making comments to each other.  

“Hot damn, lookit that.”

“Yeah, looks good enough to eat, don’t she”

“Yep, and I’ll just bet she can suck a mean cock.   Look at that cute little mouth, open and ready.”

“Hell, that ain’t the only thing open and ready from the looks of her”

“You got that right”

 

Zantha grinned at their comments.   “You boys ready to use this slut?” she said.   “You can use her in any way you want.   You can tell her to do something and she will do it, or you can just do it to her in any way you want.   The only thing you cannot do is seriously hurt her.   She must be in reasonably good condition when you finish.   But, short of serious physical harm, you can do anything you want with her.   Any questions?”

 

A chorus of “No, man”,   “Gotcha”,   “Right on”, was the response as the guys gazed at the submissive Nickie on the floor.  

 

“All right.   Nickie – crawl over to the mat” Zantha instructed, “I will observe from the corner over there.   If any of you do anything that looks like it might seriously harm the slut, I will tell you and you will   immediately cease.   And if you do not, I assure you, I CAN enforce my instructions.   I expect you doubt that – but it would be best not to test me,” she told the men, staring at each one in sequence as she spoke.   Her level gaze invited no response, and, as slight as she was, the men had the feeling she could and would back up her threat if necessary.

 

“Now, use her” she said.

 

Nickie had been on her Knees the entire time and just hearing Zantha tell the men to use her the way she did was turning her on.    Dressed in the outfit Zantha had proscribed, eyes downcast, she looked the epitome of a submissive.   Zantha was pleased.

 

“Nickie, raise your skirt.   Show them your pussy.   Assume the inspection back position.   Show them what a submissive slut you are.”   She said

 

Nickie leaned back and, raising her skirt, spread her legs and used her hands to open her pussy for their inspection.  

 

“Son-of-a- bitch.   She’s jus fine.” One guy said.

 

“Betcha ass.”   Another said.   “Hey baby – you gonna do us all?   I got somethin for you.   You gonna like it.”   He said as he unbuttoned his pants and lowered them, exposing, what was to Nickie, a beautiful cock, semi rigid.   He straddled   her and sat on her chest and gently slapped her mouth with his cock.   He held it to her mouth and fed it to her as she lay on her back.   Nickie opened her mouth and sucked it into her oral cavity.   Still holding her pussy open, she sucked on the cock as it became totally erect.   Another of the men moved between her legs.  

 

“I love that little pussy of yours, slut.”   He said.   “I want some of it.”   He was nude from the waist down, his large black cock hanging limply from his crotch.   “But baby, I gotta have more – finger yourself.   That’s it. Turn yourself on, make it wet.”

 

Nickie was already so wet she didn’t need to stimulate herself any more, but she did.   And the cock of the guy between her legs raised to attention.  

 

“Oh yeah, baby.   That’s it.   Rub that thing.”   He said.   Nickie’s pussy was glistening with her juices.   As the man inserted his cock Nickie encircled his cock with the fingers of her right hand while her left continued to spread her pussy.   She let his cock slide between her fingers as it entered her, moving her hand as it approached the hilt.   God, this cock was larger than any she had ever had before.   She grunted around the cock in her mouth as the one in her pussy plumbed her depths.

 

Nickie was sucking the first guys cock, taking all he had.   “Oh man, can she do a cock.”   He said.   “Jesus, I’m gonna get my rocks right now if she don’t stop.   Bobby Joe, Get off of her.   We gotta work together here.”   He pulled his cock from her mouth as Bobby Joe, the guy fucking her, pulled out of her pussy.   “Turn over slut.”   Nickie obeyed and turned, onto her hands and knees.  

 

Bobbyu Joe, now behind her, said. “Oh, that’s nice.   A full view of that sweet pussy and ass.   I’m fucking this bitch.”   With that he thrust into Nickie’s waiting pussy.  

“Hey ass hole.   Wait a minute.   We gotta get her to do us all.   Like at the same time, right?   She ain’t through sucking my cock but we need you, Bobby Joe, to get under her if we gonna do this right.”  

 

“OK, Jimbo. “said Bobby Joe.   He moved to beneath Nickie and pulled her down onto   his erect cock.

 

“All right Sammy, you get over her and shove that thing in her ass.” Jimbo said.    Kneeling next to Nickie’s head as she lay on top of Bobby Joe, he grabbed her by the hair at the back of her head and pushed her head down on his cock.   Nickie sucked the huge black monster into her mouth as Jimbo forced her to take it deep.   She felt the head of his cock slide past her vocal chords, deep into her throat.   At the same time she felt Sammy enter her ass.  

 

Nickie had had all her holes filled like this before but this was different.   Before it had been with guys who were much less well endowed and she had always felt she had a choice in the matter.   Now she was taking three massive cocks and doing so as an act of submission to, both, the men and Zantha.   It may seem a small difference to the reader, but to Nickie, the act of direct submission was infinitely more erotic.  

 

She held her upper body off of Bobby Joe by supporting herself with her hands on the floor.   Bobby Joe and Jimbo were both squeezing her tits as she was fucked in all three holes.   However there were two other guys in the room.  

 

“Alright, Jacko, you and Billy come stand here beside her head.   OK, slut, use your hands to jack these two hard cocks off.”   Jimbo ordered.   Her upper body was no longer supported by her hands as she was forced to raise her arms and grasp the two cocks offered beside her face.   Jimbo controlled how she sucked his cock as he pistoned her head up and down by grasping her hair and pulling her head up then letting it fall back down on his huge cock.   With the weight of her upper body supported only by her mouth on his cock, his cock would enter her mouth to the hilt each time he let her head fall.   She could breath only when he raised her head and was becoming light headed from lack of oxygen.   Nickie was surprised to find that this actually intensified the sexual stimulation of her body.  

 

Zantha observed from the corner of the room.   As the action intensified she said, “OK, guys, you can cum in her or on her whenever you wish, however, make sure that each of you cums somewhere on her body at least once tonight, preferably on her face, in her hair, or on her tits.   But anywhere is ok.   I just want her covered in cum when you finish with her.   Everyone understand?”

 

All of the guys replied that they understood by nodding, grunting, or gasping out a response.  

 

Amazingly, Nickie was satisfying all five men at the same time.   As Bobby Joe and Sammy each reached orgasm at the same time they unloaded their cum inside Nickie’s cunt and ass.   Jimbo pulled her head away from his cock as he erupted onto her face.   Jacko and Billy each took control of their own cocks and spurted all over her head, in her hair, her ears, and down the back of her neck.   As they all climaxed within a few minutes of each other Nickie collapsed on top of Bobby Joe, with Sammy lying on top of her.   Too exhausted to move they lay there as Zantha applauded from her corner.  

 

“Excellent performance.” She said.   “You guys rest up a bit and then have another go at her if you want.   I need to go do a little work in the next room.”    Zantha left the room and went to the computer where she logged on to Nickie’s e-mail account and sent their Master a message reporting that things were progressing nicely and that Nickie had, in her opinion, truly become the slut slave he had hoped for.   He replied at once that he was pleased.   He had arrived in Atlanta   two days ago, earlier than expected.   Zantha was to bring Nickie there on Friday, two days from today.   When she had signed off the computer she walked back into the room where Nickie and the men were.

 

Nickie was sitting astride Jacko with her back to his head and his cock buried in her ass.   Jimbo was sitting to one side slowly stroking his huge cock and watching as Sammy knelt in front of her and, squeezing her tits together, tit fucked her as she bounced on Jacko’s cock.   Billy and Bobby Joe were standing on either side of her head feeding their cocks to her as she sucked both at the same time, stretching her mouth grotesquely.   Nickie was uttering little grunts and squeals as she was used by the four men.   As Zantha watched, Jimbo jacked his cock faster and faster as he walked over to the squirming mass of bodies.   He stuck his huge cock in just under Nickie’s chin just as his cock erupted, emptying a massive amount of cum on and between Nickie’s tits.

 

“Wow, thanks Jimbo, that’s great – makes her tits really slick,” said Sammy.   With the extra lubrication and Nickie’s increased tempo in Jacko’s cock, Sammy shot his load from between her tits and up over her face.   Nickie had the two cocks in her mouth and Sammy’s cum landed on her eyes and several spurts entered her nose.   She pulled away from the two cocks in order to breath just as they both emptied their loads onto her hair, face, neck and breasts.   She was covered in cum, as Jacko finally shot his load into her ass.   Nickie had never felt so depraved.   She had been covered in the cum of these strangers once, then now a second time.   She smelled like cum. She tasted cum.   She felt cum running down her body, out of her ass hole, out of her pussy, down her thighs.   She collapsed on Sammy totally exhausted.   The guys were not in much better shape.   They all dropped to the floor and lay next to Sammy and Nickie.  

 

“God, that was some fine fucking.” Said Jimbo.  

 

“Man, you got that right.” Said Sammy.   “I ain’t never been so wore out.   This bitch is like a dog in heat.   But I think we sorta put out that fire for a while anyway.”   He grinned at the other guys who just nodded.

 

Zantha was pleased with Nickie’s performance.   Now she had to get rid of these men and get Nickie ready for the next phase.  

 

“OK, guys.   Party’s over.   Get up, clean up if you want, get dressed and leave.   Nickie and I have things to do.” She said.  

 

Jimbo said, “Bull shit.   We just got started.   I want more of this bitch tonight.”

 

“Jimbo, I told you not to test me.   Now get up and do as I said,” replied Zantha.   She stared at Jimbo who smirked and stayed where he was on the floor.   Zantha walked over to him and stood above him.  

 

Jimbo reached over and stroked her leg.   “How bout you and me babe.   You ain’t got no lovin yet tonight,”   he said.  

 

Zantha reached down, grabbed his hand and, with incredible strength for a small woman, squeezed his middle finger in such a way as to cause Jimbo to yelp with pain.   “Listen ass hole,” she said as she kept him immobile, “I don’t want to break this finger but if you don’t stop fucking around with me, I will.”

 

“Ok, ok, just let go, jeeze that hurts,” he said.   Zantha let his hand go and Jimbo got to his feet, as did the other guys.   Sammy moved behind her and grabbed her around the waist.   “Now let’s see who breaks what,” said Jimbo.   Nickie watching from the floor, saw Zantha’s expression.   As if bored, she just rolled her eyes.

 

“I’m sorry guys, but you are not playing according to the rules.   You’ll have to be taught some manners.”   With that Zantha became a whirling machine of destruction.   She elbowed Sammy in his nose, causing him to let go.   She kickied Jimbo in the groin, and as he bent over grabbing his balls, she kneed him under the chin.   Jimbo went down.   She twirled, kicking each of the other guys in sensitive spots sending them sprawling to the floor.   In thirty seconds all five men were lying on the floor either unconscious or dazed and nursing wounds.  

 

“Now, get up and out. NOW!,” she said.   “Pick up your trash and take them with you.”

 

Those that could got to their feet and helped those that had been knocked out.   As they all regained consciousness, they silently, helped each other get dressed and leave.   As he was leaving, Jimbo turned, smiled at Zantha, and said, “You one feisty lady and I guess we got no beef.   Recon we had it coming.”

 

Zantha closed and locked the door after they had left.    She turned to Nickie, still on the floor, still covered in cum.   “Well, my dear, did you enjoy that?” she asked as she smiled at Nickie.

 

Nickie was still feeling the last vestiges of her last orgasm.   “Yes, ma’am.   I did, very much,” she replied, coloring a bit with embarrassment, unsure of why she felt embarrassed.   Perhaps, she, thought, because I was so turned on by being used at someone’s direction, someone right here in my apartment, making me please five men.  

 

Zantha smiled more broadly.   ‘This sexy bitch is exactly what Master is wanting in a slave,’ she thought.   “Excellent, Nickie.   I think you are going to particularly enjoy meeting our Master.   Now clean this mat and then clean yourself up and get to bed.   You will sleep on the mat.   I’ll use your bed.   There has been a slight change in our schedule. Tomorrow we will wind up your affairs here.   You’ll have tomorrow only to do that.   The next day we travel.

 

Zantha awakened Nickie early the next morning.   She was instructed in what to wear – short skirt, no underwear of any sort, blouse with the first three buttons missing, and her new 6inch heels.   She was told to notify her landlord that she was moving out immediately.   When she returned to her apartment, Zantha had packed for both of them. Nickie was surprised to find all her clothes in one small suitcase.   Most of her clothes were in several boxes, to be donated to charity.

 

Seeing the curious look on Nickie’s face, Zantha said, “I packed all you will need for the immediate future.   After all, you won’t be wearing much.”   Nickie nodded.    “Do you have anything else that needs to be taken care of before we leave in the morning?” She asked.

 

Nickie thought a minute and said, “Can I go to Dave’s and let him know that I’m leaving?”

 

“No,” Zantha replied.   Seeing Nickie’s disappointment, she said, “but you can call him.   Just the basics.   That you are going to leave for a while and don’t know when you will be back.   For him not to worry, et cetera, et cetera.”

 

Nickie did as she was told.         

 

The next morning they were up early and left on their way to Atlanta .   Nickie was looking forward, with some trepidation, to finally meeting her Master.

 

 

 

He then got down on me and sucked me till I came and it was one of the best sensations I had ever had when he was sucking it. I bucked about quite a bit when I came and had to hold his head down on me till I had fiished cumming.

After that we talked about how good it felt and then I said if we do it right we could both suck each other at the same time and when I explained it to him we got on his bed and did it what we know know now as 69.

All the next week we masturbated together every day and sucked 69 as well. We always managed to do it about 3 times to each other or wank ourselves.

A couple of weeks later his cousin visted again and as my parents were playing golf my house was empty so they came to my place and the three of us wanked each other off and sucked on each other. I saw him cum and spurt this white stuff out of his cock every time he had an orgasm. He wanted me to suck him and let him cum in my mouth, he said it was ok and it was not dangerous and i would like it. I was a bit apprehansive and he said if you do that for me you can fuck me afterwards and I wasnt sure what he meant because you only fucked girls. Anyhow I said I would try and he said if you like you can spit my cum out if you dont like it and that made me feel better and I said ok. My mate watched and I had a feeling he was glad it was me and not him that was sucking him and going to have his cum in my mouth.

Any how I loved sucking his cock as it was bigger than either of ours and it felt really good. As I did it my friend masturbated as I knelt in front of his cousin and sucked him. He told me to hold his balls while i sucked and he held my head onto his cock most of the time which felt sort of nice too. Then he said I am going to cum, get ready, and then I felt this warm stuff in my mouth as he sort of pumped his cock into my face at the same time as I sucked on it. After he finished pumping his cock into my mouth he told me to suck it out and I sucked all the cum out of his cock. I had actually swallowed quite a bit already and it seemed ok. I still had a bit in my mouth and on my tongue and now I could taste it. It had a funny taste a bit salty or a bit like vinegar I wasnt sure but it didnt taste like pee smelled which is what I was expecting so I said it was ok. My friend wanted to know what it tasted like and I couldnt quite describe it properly but I said it was ok and not a bad taste. Arnold his cousin said next time you can try it and he said I dont know and I said he was a chicken. He said would you suck it again and I said yes I cant see a problem. After Arnolds cock got hard again he said come on I will fuck you now and he said I have to have a pee and I will be back. He went out and the two of us talked about sucking and cum.

Arnold came back and he had some butter on his fingers and he said to me bend over the bed and I did what he said and then he opened the cheeks of my ass and rubbed the butter on my ass hole. I said what are you doing and he said i am going to fuck you. I said what and he said I am going to put my cock up your ass and fuck you like you fuck girls. I said no way and he just pushed me down and held me there and while I resisted a bit I didnt want a fight and then he pushed his cock between my legs and said spread them wider and I did and then he pushed his cock against my hole and it wouldnt go in. I was sort of tighening my bum hole up too as it didnt feel right. Then he spanked the cheeks of my ass with his hand and while i was protesting about that he pushed and his cock into me and boy did it hurt. I felt this pressure as his cock went in which seemed his cock was twice as big as my ass hole, but it must have stretched me and at first it felt sort of hot and I thought he had split me open but it turned out he hadnt. He just started to fuck me with his cock and after about a minute it started to feel ok, but at first it really hurt. The butter was making his cock slippery and that helped. He was hitting something inside me and it felt like I was cumming time after time and my cock was hard and jumping about each time he hit what ever it was. Any how after a few minutes I began to like it and he was telling me how good I was and how warm and comfortable my bum hole was. I said what about the shit and he said its ok there wont be any. I really began to like what he was doing to me and it was feeling really good when he started to go faster and harder and then he came as I could tell from what he had done before when he came and I could feel his cock get softer and then the warmth of his cum in my bum. He pulled it out and I felt sort of let down as I was really enjoying it. Then Arnold said to my mate go on you do him while he is enjoying it and he said what about your cum and stuff and he said just think it is butter and he then went into me but it didnt feel anywhere near as good as his cock wasnt as big as Arnolds but it was ok. He fucked me until he came too and by then the cum and butter was running down my legs and it was feeling uncomfortable. I went tot he bathroom as I really felt like I wanted to shit and Arnold was there washing his cock and balls which were also covered in cum and butter. I said was there any shit on your cock and he said no. When I sat downa lot of air blew out and I farted for a while and his cum and stuff ran out and I managed to do a little shit and then he said its better if you have a shower and I undressed and showered and Arnold got in with me and we played with each other cocks as we had a shower. it was fun. 

After that my friend and I wanked and sucked each other almost every day and he fucked me a few times before I managed to let me fuck him. It sounded like it was a bit like me only it didnt hurt him as I had a smaller cock. I came too but didnt cum in him because we hadnt started cumming then.

Every time Arnold visited the three of us all sucked and fucked each other and I got used to his cock and it went into my bum easy and he bought special lubricant to do it with rather than butter. He ended up fucking his cousin too and the first time he did it to him it was almost as bad as when he fucked me the first time but at least he knew what it felt like before he put his cock in him the first time. Both of us ended up fucking Arnold as well and after about 6 months we started to cum so sucking and fucking each other became quite a game. I dont know how much cum I drank but it was a lot as we sucked each other off mostly because we liked that better than wanking but we all enjoyed fucking and being fucked too.

After a couple of years we all met girls and we started to fuck them and they sucked us and we never went back to sucking or fucking each other after that but we occasionally wanked off together.

When we finally arrived at her house, her father grabbed my luggage and took it in the house saying "you can have the couch. But no sneaking around or your out on your ass" I nodded and said "yes sir" in a respectful tone. I looked back at her with a nervous look, she just giggled.

We went into the house, and Jessica showed me around. In her bedroom we shared yes another long kiss. She then showed me her notebooks she's told me about, but refused to let me read most of what was written in them.

I put my arm around her and we walked downstairs together, smiling. I could see some happy tears in her eyes, so I kissed her cheek and gentally wiped them with my finger. We went into the living room, where she made me sit on the couch. She popped a movie in and sat down beside me, and I once more, placed my arm around her, holding her close. We leaned our heads into one another, smiling. After half an hour too an hour of Selena we fell asleep in eachothers arms.

Her parents woke us at dinner time. At dinner we had to endure a lecture about sex from her father, he gave me an evil glare and said "don't fuck my daughter." I spat my water all over Bobby, from the shock of him saying that. Bobby whined "ewww your boyfriend slobberd all over me!!!" and he ran to his room screaming. Everyone laughed slightly, then her dad looked back at me. "I mean it." He said. "I know sir. Don't worry, I won't." I assured him.

After dinner I offered to help with the dishes, her mother declined, saying I was their guest. So Jessica and I went back in the living room and picked up where we left off on Selena, we snuggled under the covers. I held her close, and we shared a kiss now and then, especially during the romantic parts. I must admit, I got a little aroused but I kept my cool and didn't act strange at all, and I didn't do anything either. I think she knew though, because i'm pretty sure my erect penis brushes against her ass slightly, and purely on accident. We continued snuggling all through the movie. Then it was over. She turned to face me, we then begin kissing. Her father walked in.

"Enough of that. Your getting carried away." He said to us, giving me a glare, that felt like a hot knife piercing right through me. Jessica not wanting to, but nervously crawled out of the blanket and off the couch. "I guess we should be going to sleep. It's late" she told me, she bent down and kissed me. "Goodnight Baby Boy. I Love You" I replied back "Night, I Love You too Baby Girl." We locked eyes for a moment, not saying a word, smiling. Then we each said goodnight again, kissing one last time, and she went to her room to go to bed. I layed back, stretching my arms, said goodnight to her family and tried to sleep. A few hours went by, and I couldn't sleep. I was to happy and excited about the day's events.

I got off the couch and walked around a bit. I paced around the living room and the kitchen, had a couple glasses of water. At one point her dad caught me. "What you doing up so late son? it's 2 am." "Couldn't sleep sir. I'm...really happy to be here. So happy that i've finally been able to...." I paused.. "hold Jessica in my arms..." I finished my sentence in a lower voice. "I understand" he replied with a smile. "Here" he walked me out of the kitchen and all the way to Jessica' bedroom door, he opend it slowly. "Ever watch the one you love sleep? It's something to do when you can't sleep yourself. Go ahead and sit by her bad and just watch her. But no funny business. I'll be right here in the door way" He told me. I smiled and nodded at him as if to say thank you.

I walked into her room and grabbed a newar by chair, placing it beside the bed, and I sat down, looking at her face watching her sleep. "She's so beautiful" I whisperd to myself. I reached my hand out to her and wiped her bangs out of her closed eyes. I leaned my head in and kissed her cheek. "I love you" I whisperd. After a while, I got sleepy and leaned my head on her bed, our heads slightly touching, and I fell asleep. I have no idea what her father thought of this but he must not of minded because Jessica and I both woke up the next day and looked at eachother. She asked what was I doing there, and I explaind. She just smiled and kissed me.

It was early in the morning, around 7:30. She pulled me onto the bed and ontop of her. We started making out. Rubbing out bodies against eachother. Her hands found their way up the back of my shirt, massaging my back as we kissed. We both were moaning in sweet pleasure. I slowly ran my right hand up the front of her shirt, and layd it apon her bra coverd left breast, I squeezed it gentally as we slid our tongues into eachothers mouths. After a few moments of kissing, rubbing, and squeezing she stopped me. "No..I'm sorry..it....it's too soon...I'm not ready...I'm sorry" I pulled my hand back to myself, and I got off of her, kissed her lips quickly and got off the bed. "You don't have to be sorry. It's okay I understand. And I love you." I smiled and left her room, telling her to get dressed so we can hang out down stairs or something. She agree'd. I went to the bathroom and showerd quickly, got dressed and came out.

"Breakfest is served" she smiled,setting a plate of sausage and eggs down on a table and motioning me to sit down. "I don't like eggs" I smiled and sat down in front of the plate. "But thank you" She smiled and took the eggs and left the sausage. "Pancake?" she asked offering me a plate with some pancakes on it, so i took two. "Thanks love" I smiled, andd she sat next to me with a plate of her own. We had a nice first breakfest together.

"Mmm...I could go for some desert.." Jessica looked over at me saying. "Okay, what do you want i'll make it?" I asked. She just smiled and blushed a little. I looked over at her curiously. "Well?" I asked. She smiled and stood up, "come on. Follow me." So I got up and we put our dishes in the sink, and I followed her back to her bed room. "No one's home." Jessica smiled. "Drop 'em." she winked, pointing at my pants. Wide-eyed I blushed, and slowly unbuttond and unzipped my pants, pulling them down very slowly. She smiled and walked over to me, placing her hand down the front of my boxers, and pulled my newly erected cock out.

"Mmm" She mumbled, getting down on her knees, holding my dick in her hands, as she slowly licked my balls, then moved her tongue to the bottom of my rod,
slowly licking her way to the tip, then slid the head into her mouth and sucked just the head. She was smiling, I had my eye's closed, my head tilted and I was moaning. She pulled the rest of my stiff into her mouth, sliding it in and out, sucking away, and rolling her tongue around it and all over it. I couldn't hold on much longer, as my cock twitched in her mouth, I thrusted myself in and out, she pulled on it with her hands well trying to suck it. Moments later I came into her mouth, she did a good job at cleaning up. She made sure not to waste one single drop. After we finished I pulled my pants and boxers back on. And we washed up, then snuggled on the couch watching A walk to remember, and we fell asleep in eachothers arms.

Hours later I awoke to find one of her hands around my pulsing cock, and her other hand down her own pants, rubbing herself. I smiled and gentally grabbed her arm and pulled the hand down her pants out, and then slid it down my pants. "Here...use both hands" I said. "I'll help you with that." I winked pointing between her legs,licking my lips. I slid my hand down her pants and panties and begin rubbing her crack. I slowly slid a finger inside her, pinching her clit playfully, then massaged her insides. We both moand together. I came into her hand, and I guess that got her over excited because it wasn't long after that she came all over my hand. I pulled my hand out and was about to lick her cum off it, but she grabbed it, shaking her head, and then licked it off herself! Watching her lick her own cum excited me and I came all over her hand even more. "mmm" she said after finishing up. Then she pulled her hand out, which I grabbed and licked all my own cum off her hand. "mmm that's hot." she mumbled. "I want to feel myself in you..." I whisperd. "No..not right now...I'm not ready for that yet...I'm sorry....I do want to, but not yet..It's to soon..." she replied. I smiled and nodded. "It's okay love. I understand" I told her, and we kissed. We got up and went to the bathroom and washed up. Her parents got home shortly after with some mcdonalds food. Jessica and I crashed on the couch after dinner, falling asleep again.

We both awoke late. It was near dinner time. I took her out to a romantic resturant. Where I gave her a white rose then got down on one knee and asked her to marry me. She cried alot and told me yes, as I slippd the ring onto her finger. Afterwards I took her to a movie. In the nearly empty, quiet theature She grabbed my cock and jerked it and I fingerd her pussy as well, after cuming she fell asleep with her head on my shoulder. It was the last movie of the night and I woke her when it was over. "I wanna suck your dick..." she whisperd, pulling my cock from my shorts. She slipped it into her mouth, sucking it hard and fast. She licked and sucked every inch of it. She seemed to enjoy fucking my cock with her mouth. I came all over the inside of her mouth, and on her face. She licked me all over, cleaning up. Afterwards we snuck into a bathroom quickly so we could clean up, and she washed off her face and we shared a passionate french kissed. Then we went back to her house, it was late and everyone was sleeping.

She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. She took all of her clothes off, and then approached me and removed all of mine. She held herself against me as she kissed me, my dick brushing against her slit. I fondled her tits in my hands, and nibbled at her nipples for a bit. She then walked over to her bed and layed on her back, spreading her legs open. "Make love to me." She pleaded her eye's stairing from my hardon, to my eyes. My eye's stiard back into her eye's and glanced at her moist b-cup breast and to her slightly wet pussy. "Are you sure?" I asked her watching her carefully. "Get over here and fuck me all ready" she giggled. I smiled back at her and walked over to her. I climbed ontop of her, licking her from the bottom of her crack, all the way up her body, licking her breast and sucking her nipples. "mm" I mumbled. I gentally rubbed the head of my cock against her pussy as we moand together. I staird into her eye's and she staird into mine. "Are you sure...?" I asked her worriedly. She smiled and nodded her head. I pressed my cock against her cunt and she moand, then she took my cock in her hand and jerked it playfully. She guided my hard on to slit, placing the tip of her head inside, and pulled her hand away.

"Go ahead" she told me smiling. I pressed harder against her, my head moving into her slowly. I came to a wall when slightly less then half of my cock went inside. "mm still a virgin" I smiled. She smiled back and nodded. I slid in and out of her up to the wall a few times, then we held hands as I gave her a hard thrust, breaking her wall, her hands tightly squeezing mine in a mix of pain and pleasure. We locked lips to supress her scream's and moans. We moands into eachothers mouths, and then released eachothers hands, my hands gropped her beautiful tits, her's wrapped around my neck. I slid in and out of her slowly speeding up. Still kissing and groping, I felt her clit against my shaft. She squeezed me in her arms, begging for more and she became more wet.

 I started pounding her cunt hard and fast. She wrapped her legs around me, and tightend her pussy walls. I moand as I felt her tighten around me, my dick has never felt so good. I nibbled her nipples a bit and then went back to kissing as we sped up and moand loudly into eachothers mouths. She tightend more, releasing her juices, having an incredable orgasm, as well as I begin spitting my cum into her pussy. After we finished cumming I pulled myself out of her, and moved up so that my cock was in front of her face, I held it pointing down at her with my hand. My cock was dripping wet with our juices and she grabbed it with her hand and pulled it into her mouth, sucking it, swallowing our juices. She choked deep throating my cock as it came again. I heard her moan and mumble all over it. After she finished cleaning it I slid back down and inserted myself into her again. We came together once more after just a few seconds of sliding in and out of her. Afterwards I collappsed onto her, my cock still inside her, slowly softening. We shared a long 20 minute french kiss, thanked eachother for the good time and then fell asleep, my cock still inside her.

Then they both jumped into the pool and she washed it clean.

I couldnt believe that it would let that be done to it but afterwards when they got out she let it lick her pussy and I could tell she loved it. Then she put booties on its forelegs and she bent over and the dog actually had sex with her. I couldnt tell if it was vaginal or anal.She had to insert its penis into her by hand but only as far as the knot or bulge in it. It was obviously experienced and it knew exactly what to do and waved its head about as I do when I am enjoying being fucked. Eventually it came again and her bum was covered in its cum.

Then she hopped into the pool again and washed herself and the dog before going indoors again. Later I heard her drive out.

I was still thinking about what had happened and my sex drive was almost in top gear. I was myself curious as to what it would be like with a dog. This one was experienced and I thought why not try and see if it will go with me. I guessed she had gone to work she would be away for at least 4 hours.

I went over to their place and the dog came at me before realising who I was, then just wagged its tail as to say you wouldnt guess what I have just done. I had left my pants off and I was so wet from watching so I just sat on a chair, lifted my skirt up up and let it sniff me. It went right to my slit and I could feel its cold wet nose rubbing into me. Then it began to lick and its tongue was far rougher than anything I have ever had down there and it was a bit uncomfortable at first.

Once I got used to it licking me, it was fine but it only removed all my juice and went no further and left me once it had dried me up.

Then I thought well that was that, but I will see what happens if I get down like a bitch. I took all my clothes off and immediately he came back and sniffed my crutch and then my ass which he seemed most interested in.

I found the booties she had left to dry and put them on it and immediately the dog realised what was in store for him and he got quite excited, wagging his tail and rubbing against me and his cock came out and hung down ready for action. 

I got down on all fours and he jumped up on my back with his front paws and his chest on my backside then he pushed himself up against me until I could feel his cock against the cheeks of my ass.I thought then which hole will I use, I had done anal quite few times and had no problems getting a guys cock into me but I thought to hell with it I will try for the jackpot and have it fuck me. It was then I realised it was waiting for me to insert its cock into me, as he couldnt manage it himself, so I put my hand down and took hold of him. This felt strange as it didnt feel like a guys cock, it had a feeling quite unique. It was all wet and although quite firm, not as hard as a guy, but he was longer than both my husband and hers. I then opened myself as wide as I could took the top of its cock between my fingers and proceeded to tuck the head of it into my now soaking wet cunt. Once I had got the head in he did the rest himself pawing my back and pushing his legs against me until he was in right up to the knot. I was glad he had the booties on as I could still feel his claws grabbing onto me. Then he started to fuck me like he would a bitch and the sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt before even doing doggy with my husband felt nothing like this.

I began to actually enjoy the sensation and thought this is disgusting having sex with a dog but the more he did it the better I enjoyed it. I began to cooperate with him working together as he lunged, my tits were swinging in unison with his thrusting which also felt nice. I pushed and I could feel his fur against my ass as he pushed to get it into me. Again it was a strange feeling having a furry animal up against my ass and his actions were much different to my husband. I began to take mental notes so I could get my husband to do it to me like this dog. I dont know how I was going to replicate the hairy cock and balls as my husband was almost shaved clean.

The dog was obviously having a good time and I heard him sort of growl a couple of times as if he was telling me I was a good fuck. I suppose he was fucking me for well over five minutes and I was thinking this is really good, but I was glad nobody was watching me as they would think I was a real depraved bitch myself. I certainly was behaving like one. I put my hand down onto his cock and thought can I get the knot in as well but he wasnt going to have any of that and growled like he was telling me he didnt want me doing that. I held his balls for a moment and he seemed to enjoy that and stoppd fucking me while I played with them for a few moments. I had changed position to get at him and now my hand was all slimy with his juice mixed with mine. I got back to the position he semed to be better at fucking me in and then his actions told me he was about to cum.It was so much like my husband.  I have to admit I was a bit concerned about having dog cum in me but I sliped my finger down and began to stimulate my clit and it only took a few seconds for me to get to the stage where I was ready to cum myself and I could feel he had blown his load into me. He had filled me with his cum and I could feel it all sloppy and wet where he had ejaculated. Fortunately for me he held on long enough for me to have a fairly mild but enjoyable orgasm as well.

He pulled out and stood there with his cock hanging down and covered in the frothy mix of his cum and my juice. I stood up and the mess he had made was running down my legs which had a strange odour unlike a man, and it looked at me with its head on its side as to say did you enjoy it. I patted him and rubbed his neck to show I had enjoyed it and I could then see he wanted the booties off so I did that and I couldnt believe it when I was doing that he licked my neck as if to kiss me. When I stood up I offered him my cunt again as it was soaking wet and he sniffed but then walked away. Obviously he wasnt keen on licking out his own cum it seems.

I hopped into the pool to wash the mess off me that I was covered in and he followed as much as to say I want to be cleaned up too. I wont be licking myself clean with that mixture all over my balls and stomach. As I washed around his penis and balls his cock came down again and I stropped him a few times as she had done when she masturbated him. He seemed more than happy, climbed out of the pool, shook himself and then lay in the sun to dry off. His cock was back in wherever he keeps it. I thought if its good enough for him then it is for me too.

I lay on a poolside lounge with him beside me on the ground and my hand rubbing behind his ears.and unconsciously dozed off. The next thing I knew was my neighbour had come home and she was standing there looking down at my naked body, that she had seen many,many times, and the dog who actually hadnt moved. Something triggered me and I woke up and there she was. She said by golly I didnt know Ben (the dog) was so comfortable with you around, he is becoming quite a wuss. You look nice and comfortable and content there if I didnt know better I would say you have been having a bit of sex. Pity our men are away or we could make a foursome. Now there was an offer I wasnt going to refuse and I replied, I cant wait. Then she said well maybe we could have a practice run a bit later with just the two of us. I thought this could be a wild party if she decides to introduce Ben into our party. If she only knew her dog has no favourites either.

Seems things are even going to get more interesting and Ben and I may try something new.

Maybe thats my next story, the four of us (and maybe 5) together would be good fun.

Because of the time I spend on the Internet with my site I get a lot of emails and ICQ messages from people who want to have sex with me. I really love the comments, and I especially love it when someone likes one of my stories or when the have a favorite picture, so I got into my email and started re-reading all of my old letters.

Some guys are crude and started off by telling me how great it would be to fuck me, while other guys never even brought up sex and talked about normal everyday things. Depending on my mood I like both types of guys, but for the night I had planned, my husband was going to get more then he asked for.

I'll be honest, I chose a couple because I wanted to be on even footing with my husband. I wanted to see him with another woman if he was going to see me with another man. I also wanted to really blow his mind for the first time in our sexual relationship. So, when I found a letter from Tim and Erin telling me about how they would fuck while looking at my pictures I knew they were right.

The only problem with my new plan was that Tim and Erin lived about 6 hours away in New York.

I wrote them and explained my plan, offering to pay for the gas and hotel if they could just come down for 1 or 2 nights and help me carry it out. It took a couple days to get a response, but Tim finally emailed me back letting me know that he and Erin had talked about it and loved the idea, but wouldn't be able to make anything better then last minute plans because of their weird schedules.

That put a little kink into my plans but after several emails it was decided that they would call me at home on the Friday evening that they could make it and I would put my plan into action. It took another two weeks before they could make it to town, but when I got that phone call, nothing could wipe the grin off of my face. My husband was in for one hell of a surprise!

When he came home that night, the son of a bitch almost ruined all of my plans because he had agreed to go out with his buddies and spend the night getting drunk. I didn't let on that I was upset with this news but inside I was furious. I went to all that trouble only to have it ruined by some beer? I couldn't tell him that I had a special night planned for him because I wanted everything to be a complete surprise, so instead - I left the room and called his best friend Mike, and asked him to cancel the plans for the night.

Mike is a cutie - he does everything I ask him and usually never asks why. Tonight was one of those nights. Maybe he herd the sex in my voice, but whatever it was that convinced him, he did a great job of making my husband give up his plans and stick around the house with his boring old wife.

I let him relax in front of the television for a couple hours and right before his favorite show came on I went over to the couch and put my head in his lap. Nuzzling his cock with my face, breathing hot air into his jeans, his cock sprang to life and enjoyed the attention. I ran my hands up his shirt and began to pinch his nipples one at a time. I moved my face away from his cock and kissed his lips, very lightly, and in my sexiest voice asked him if he could help me take a shower.

My husband didn't even answer me. He just got up, adjusted his cock, and went to get the shower ready for us. I stripped down right there in the living room and by the time I made it to the bathroom he was already in the shower soaping up his hands. Before the first drop of water even had a chance to hit me, he was washing/massaging my 34D tits like only he knows how. I wrapped one leg around him and began grinding my pussy into his hip. I could have had an orgasm right there, but my plan was to tease him, and not myself.

After some more, very seductive, showering I stepped out and ordered him to dry me off. He was taken by surprise with this because I never give orders around the house. Well, I never give orders like that anyway. He dropped to his knees and began to dry me very gently. I was very impressed when he gently patted my pussy dry instead of rubbing the towel all over it in an attempt to get me off. He's such a good little husband isn't he?

After we were both dried (he dried himself) I led him into the bedroom and pushed him down on the bed. He fell backwards with a laugh and even gave out a moan when I climbed on top of him.

I suppose it would have been nice to give him a final chance to back out of this right? Well I didn't. He made me go this far, he was going to deal with it. I moved wordlessly as I began using his best silk ties to fasten his wrists and ankles to the bedposts. Laying face up with his limbs spread in a giant X I suddenly knew how much fun bondage could be.

I also blindfolded his sorry little ass. Not enough, I also put the headphones on, and turned up the music (I recommend Enya) so that he couldn't hear me or anything else in the house for that matter.. I wasn't sure when Tim and Erin would arrive but I didn't want my hubby to be alerted by a car pulling into our private drive.

I started off by climbing on his face and enjoying one of the most exciting lick jobs he has ever given me. The way he worked my clit was amazing, and to keep the energy high I kept pinching his nipples and rubbing the underside of his cock with a very light touch - almost a tickle but just a little bit more. Every time my hand would rub the head of his cock it would jump and get even stiffer. After about 5 minutes of this I had my first orgasm. I didn't mean to hurt him, but it came so hard I drug my nails all the way up his chest leaving deep red welts. It's a good thing I wasn't playing with his balls at that moment or he would have been in serious trouble.

After this orgasm I began to suck his cock very hard. pumping it with my left hand and massaging his balls with my right. Just when he started to buck and really get into it, I stopped.

That's right, I stopped.

Not only did I stop, but I also repeated this sexual torture for the next hour. I would bring him close to orgasm and then stop. He was begging me to finish him off or untie him so he could do it. He was promising me a new car if I would only climb on top of his cock for 4 minutes. Nothing changed my mind. Nothing was more exciting then owning this mans mind simply by rubbing the nerves on his cock the right way.

Well, one thing was more exciting. the sound of the doorbell ringing. By this time my husband was used to me leaving the room every time he would get close to orgasm, and no doubt had no clue who I was letting into our living room. Erin was even more beautiful in person then any of her pictures, while Tim was everything I expected. No bad for random email friends. We talked briefly about making sure that everything was still on and I told them exactly where my husband was and what I wanted to do next.

Stripping in the living room, adding their clothes to the pile I started earlier, Erin walked in the room and began running her hands on my husbands body. If she rubbed him any differently then I did he never noticed. She eventually climbing on the bed and stuck his cock in her mouth. I thought for sure he would figure it out at that point, but there was no change in the way he was acting. I think he figured it out when she lowered her hairy pussy on his face because I am shaved. That is when I noticed his cock jolt and his legs get a lot stiffer.

Knowing full well that it wasn't me, but also knowing I put this girl up to sitting on his face my husband started sucking her pussy, moaning every minute or so to verbalize his thanks to me. Poor bastard. At that very moment I was getting my pussy filled up from behind as Tim grabbed me and bent me over slightly so he could fit his cock in me. Thankfully my husbands saliva made me so wet Tim's cock had no problem penetrating my lips and sinking in deep.

I put both of my hands on my husbands chest so that I could balance myself and didn't even think about what he would think of the rhythmic pressure my hand were making as my new lover pounded me from behind. He must have figured something out because he stopped licking Erin and said something. I have no idea what, but he didn't repeat it.

Erin wasn't about to give up on her orgasm, so she propped her ass up on my husband's chest, right in front of my face and leaned back. I was in heaven. Pussy in front of me, a big cock behind me, and my husband was helpless underneath me. I didn't even know how much of a turn on this COULD be, but here I was living out his fantasy and no doubt enjoying it a lot more then he was. His poor cock was throbbing and bouncing with every thrust Tim slammed into me. Erin's moans of pleasure we no doubt loud enough to penetrate through the music in his headphones. His wife was having the time of her life, on top of him.

About this time Erin had an orgasm so strong she had to hold on by grabbing my husbands cock and use it to keep her from falling off the bed. He actually let out a small scream of pain but not much else. He was probably happy just to have someone touching his cock again. When everything settled down for her she climbed off of my husband, gave him a deep kiss, and had a seat next to him on the bed. This gave Tim and I more room to climb up on the bed.

This was just too good. I pulled the earphone off of my husband's head so he could hear his wife getting royally screwed by a complete stranger. I began by talking to him, telling him that I had a big cock in my pussy and that he was getting what he asked for, and I was getting a lot more. He didn't respond so I started telling him about how nice it would be to see me getting fucked, watching Tim's cock slide in and out of my pussy like a well lubed (and thick) knife through butter.

Tim started to get in on the act as well by taunting my husband by saying things like, "Dude, I'm fucking your wife and her tight little pussy feels so good.", and, "I can't believe how close she is to your cock, but too busy with mine to even touch it."

Erin just laughed at my husband, asking him if he wanted her to ride his cock. His first words were "Yes, please." which just caused Erin to laugh even harder.

Tim let out a groan, and with no warning, shot his load deep into me. Pulling my head back by my hair and cupping my tits his cock kept jerking in my pussy and pumping more and more cum into me. Finally he collapsed on top of me, squashing my poor husband with an "oumph!"

We lay there for the next couple minutes, sticky with sweat and completely drained before Tim pulled out of me causing a large amount of cum to drip out right onto my husband's chest and belly. I could see him recoil when it hit him, but he didn't complain out loud.

I gave him a goodbye kiss before I left the room again, and the poor guy must have been aching to cum because when Erin did come in to finish him she claims he only lasted three pumps before he exploded in her.

I didn't untie him until Tim and Erin left, about an hour later, and wouldn't you know it my husband was the happiest man on the planet that night. He was really impressed with how I carried everything off, and only a little worried when I told him that his friends cancelled the plans because I told them what was going to happen that night. What a sap!

Maybe next time he will keep his mouth shut. I doubt it. and honestly, I hope he doesn't.

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After ten minutes I undressed in my room ‘till I was only wearing boxers and I walked inside the bathroom, where my friend was just coming out of the shower, seeming surprised to see me, but not a bit embarrassed when he noticed me looking at his dick.

I took my boxers off and walk past him into the shower cabin, he started toweling himself dry, and went back to my room.

When I was finished I walked back to where he was, with only a towel. He was lying on my bed, smiling as I entered the room. Drop the towel, he ordered, feeling uncertain what was going to happen, I decided to let him take the lead, and dropped my towel, unveiling my half-hard cock.

He pulled me towards him and started sucking me until his mouth was filled with my cum. Then I bent over leaning against the wall, and he frisked me, and finally inserted his 7” tool in my darkest regions, and pushed hard, so hard I felt like I was bursting, but then the pain turned to pleasure and just before he came, he pulled out of me and forced me to suck him off.

The next morning I woke up with my best friend lying against me and I French-kissed him to make sure he was awake, than I touched his dick and said he was the best friend I could ever have. He said he wasn’t sure, because he had another friend who was also very nice and pretty, he’d call him over tonight.

When his friend arrived, they kissed each other for a minute, so I felt excluded, but they walked towards the couch and started undressing, inviting me to do the same.

Then, I kissed my friend on the mouth and together we sucked his friend’s dick and swallowed his pearly white cum. His friend then leaned over on the couch and fucked him from behind, and my friend went in my ass again. We fucked around like this the rest of the night, and the rest of the three weeks.

 

 

 

 

I begin to rub him.  To our right is a display, to our left is a candy-stand.   Nobody can see us.   He starts off just a little stiff, but with my rubbing through the thin material of his shorts, it's just moments before I can feel him stiffening.   I feel the outline of his head.  He's cut.  I feel the stiffening pole, and I'm rubbing up and down.  He's behind me close, breathing on the back of my neck.   Finally, he's whispering, "That's it!  Yeah.  Stroke it!"   I turn and look in his eyes.   "Do you want to cum here, or out in my car with my lips around it!"   He says "My car!"  "OK", I agree.  So I keep stroking, but I slow down.

Then he says "I have a friend in the car too.   Him too, right?"  I answer "Sure!"

He's quivering, his legs are shaking, and we're 3 from the front.  He says "Better stop.  I have to get this thing down before I walk away from the counter, or everyone will notice."   So I stop, reluctantly.

I pay, and walk to the door, waiting.   He pays, and walks out.  I follow him to his car, and, sure enough, there's another guy equally hot looking in the car.  

He says "Jake, we're getting in the back for a minute."   Jake looks puzzled and says "Why?"   My new friend says "This guy here is one of 'that other kind of guy' we talk about sometimes.  He's going to make up for us not having dates tonight."  

Jake shrugs and joins us in the back seat.  

By the way, each of them is pretty big, and every bit as hot as they seemed with their pants on.  

And it's not true about what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.  I have some stains on my shirt that came home with me.

And maybe, just maybe, I taught Jake a thing or two to keep his friend happy.

 "Is this campsite 15? I was looking for Mike" she said. My heart almost exploded. It was her on Craigslist, and I had the possibility now to not only have sex, but with one of the most beautiful women in the world. "That would be me, and by the look of things, I'm guessing your Kim." She gave an akward smile." I just didn't want anyone to know it was me, or they would have wanted me for the wrong reasons..But you! You took my breath away, and I knew I had to meet you" She ran up and gave me a giant kiss.

 I was in heaven! Her tits rubbed up on me, and I grabbed her ass. She looked up "So are we going to fuck now, or later?"That was enough for my ears. Although not very large, my 6 inch buddy stood tall. Her face lit up, and I lead her to the tent. It was rather large, with a king sized air mattress. She stripped, exposing that very large ass, great tits, and the best looking pussy I've ever seen. I whipped my pants off, as my shirt was already off. She got on her knees instantly and took me right down to the balls.

"Whoa! Someone knows what they're doing, huh?" She smiled, and then started massaging my balls. After 15 minutes of the best blowjob ever, I came. I shot so much, that her mouth couldn't take all of it. She swallowed what she could, but the rest dripped down on her tits. I wanted to film this so bad, but I learned my lesson from her and Ray J. After I had recovered, I took her legs up licked her pussy just enough to get her wet, and shoved my dick in her pussy. She moaned, then screamed, and soaked my bed. I continued on until she hit another orgasm, which drove me to my second also. I lade on my back, while she got something out of her jeans. It was KY, and I knew what was about to happen. She rubbed some on the head of my dick, then on her asshole. Kim positioned herself right over my dick, and just dropped. She moaned, and I could tell she has done this several times, as her ass was very loose. In no time, she came again, just intime for my anal creampie.  She dropped down, my dick still in her ass, and we fell asleep.

 The next morning, I awoke, and she was gone. There was a note:

 "Dear Mike,

     Sorry I left without saying goodbye. I had to make it to New York to make a photoshoot. The sex last night was awesome, and I will definitely be coming back tonight.

    Love, Kim"

 
I smiled, went back to sleep, filled with anticipation of what was to come!

[Entirely Fictional, will make a sequel if reaction is positive]

 

Mary then said loud enough for all to hear "I just sucked off some black cock in back, now who was it?". Nobody said a thing, except the other woman who was totally offended, and walked out the door. Mary smiled at this, and then she totally scared me by what she said next. "I just blew a black guy in a booth, and I do not know which of you it was. I loved it, and I am going back there now, and I want another black cock to suck, so one of you boys had better follow me and feed me your dick!". Oh my God I thought, and said very loudly "Mary, come on. Let's get out of here now!". The boys looked at me, and laughed as she started to walk down the hallway. Following her were 5 guys now, and they were all black and making crude comments about my lovely wife. I felt like shit, and I knew there was nothing I could do.

I started to walk down the hall too, and I was only hoping that I could either talk some sense into her, or try to keep her safe. As I approached the group of guys, there were only three standing there looking into one of the booths. Mary and two other black guys were not to be seen, but I knew where to find them. As I got close enough to the booth, I looked in, and there they were. My wife was on her knees and these two guys had their dicks out and were taking turns in her mouth. They had only begun of course, and were not fully hard by any means, but their dicks were bigger than mine already. The other three guys commented to me that "the bitch wants cock, then cock she is gonna get!".

I watched as she continued to suck these two black guys, and they were now starting to get hard. They began to increase the pace of the face fucking of Mary, and were also calling her names like "nigger slut", "whore" and other names. I watched this go on for a couple more minutes, and was getting aroused, even though I knew I should not be. One of the guys she was sucking, suddenly backed off, and went to her back, and started to lift her up. The other guys shouted encouragement to him, and another guy started to walk to her face, and pull out his cock. It was obvious to all, that she was about to get a black dick up her cunt, or ass. Mary knew what was happening too, and stopped sucking and said "no guys, just feed my face your cock. My pussy has been used already, and is too sore. I just want to blow you all off, okay?". The guys looked at each other, smirked again, and started to laugh. Mary looked around a bit, and now she realized the trouble she was in. The guy at her back, slapped her ass through her clothes, then with one quick movement had her skirt and panties around her ankles. Mary looked back, and said again "no, just my mouth, take that or leave it!". She thought she could control the action.....but was she wrong.

The guy behind her, said "shut up whore, and suck that cock. I am fucking you, and so is anyone else who wants to here. You slut asked for some black cock, and you will get your fill plus some.". They laughed again, and the guy at her face grabbed her hair and forced her face full of his dick again. I wanted to step in and help, but there was nothing I could do against all these guys. Plus, she did deserve this, and as terrible as it sounds, I was enjoying watching my wife being taken by these guys.

At this point, Mary realized she was helpless, and she was going to be used no matter what, so I think she decided that she may as well make the most of this, and try to enjoy it. She began to bob on the black cock in her mouth as the dude behind her gave a little push, sighed a bit and said "here it is bitch". He gave a push, Mary lunched forward and had the cock in her mouth forced deep down her throat. It was obvious to all that she had a cock shoved up her cunt...and her eyes rolled in her head, and a moan escaped her lips. She was loving this, and the cock in her mouth sensed that. He started saying "Slut is liking that...swallow the whole dick..yeah". Mary was deep throating him as she was getting pumped. The other guy with his dick out said to the other guy..."give me some of that". They switched and his cock was soon devoured by Mary. The guy going at her cunt started to really fuck her now...and the guys were giving him encouragement all the way.."FUCK her hard, slam her, pound that white pussy". Mary was in heaven with a black cock in her cunt, mouth, one at her cheek, and two more waiting.

The guy fucking her said he was gonna cum and plowed her deep and held it there. He was filling her cunt with his cum...he then gave it two strokes before pulling out. He started to walk by Mary, and said "next in line for the pussy?". The guy by her cheek ran to it, and Mary quickly gave the spent lover a quick lick on his sticky dick. This got his attention, and he said some nasty things like "cum sucker, lick the sticky dick" etc and rammed his semi hard cock in her mouth. He grabbed her head and forced her all the way down it. The guys were liking this...and the two in the hallway now were stroking their dicks waiting a turn at my lovely wife.

The guy behind started gripping about her being too sloppy and loose because of the other guy, and they continued to laugh about this as he started to leave the room. Another one took his place at Mary's face and proceeded to tell her to suck him deep. Mary looked at him, smirked a bit and said "hard to suck that deep, it is too small!". I almost died.....

He called her a skank, and then grabbed her by the ears and began to face fuck her like crazy. He was burying his cock balls deep and kept on saying things like "slut, bitch, whore" to her. She was driving him crazy with her mouth and comments she had said. He jerked a bit, gave a deep thrust, and moaned "I am FUCKING CUMMING". He proceeded to fill her throat with a load that started to come out the corners of her lips. She gargled it a bit, and he pulled out with a plop. This guy looked totally dumbfounded...and said "I cannot believe I came already. I am not done with this white bitch". he then told the guy dicking her to move aside, he wanted some of that now. The guy was cool about it, and just said "fine, I want some more of that throat anyway". He walked up in front with his glistening cock. It was full of Mary's cum and the other guy's too. He started to tell her to "suck it bitc...." but she beat him to it as she gobbled it up right away. The guys laughed at how quick she was at swallowing a big black cock. The guy behind her said something about "too small and going deep" that I could not understand. I saw Mary lunch forward, grimace as if in pain, and the guy behind her say "that is DEEP IN YOUR ASS THOUGH", and I realized he was ass fucking her. Mary is not for anal sex much, but this was not her call.

He started pounding her ass, and the guy in her mouth was holding her head firm around his dick. The look on her face could tell that she was in pain and did not like this, but what could she do? The guys were getting off on this, and soon the ass fucker and her blowjob buddy were both cumming at the same time. Her ass was getting a load of cum, and the guy in her mouth pulled out and sprayed her face. The first couple shots went all over her face, then she got her mouth in the right spot and had the rest of the load shot in her waiting throat. The guy behind her gave a hard slap on the ass. and said "FUCKING NICE BITCH, NOW THERE ARE TWO MORE BROS THAT WANT YOU". He was right, two more guys were left, and their dicks were out, and fucking HUGE.

Mary took a good look at them, and knew what she wanted. She told them "face and pussy now. Switch places often, and fuck me good". They looked at each other as if deciding who was gonna start where, and soon they each took a spot. Mary was on all fours, and just as quick as could be, a cock was sliding down her throat and up her cunt. The other guys were staying to watch, and the show was pretty impressive. Mary was moaning like hell, and the guys were fucking in perfect unison. As one cock was deep in her throat, the other one was being buried in her cunt at the same time. She was cumming like crazy and the guys knew she was theirs for the taking. They switched places a couple of times, and would feed her a sticky dick each time they did. Mary said something about "I love sticky black cocks" which they all loved hearing, but was obvious. This went on for about 10-15 minutes, and the guys were ready to cum. They both went up to her face, told her "ON YOUR KNEES" which she did, and they started stroking their cocks. Mary kept on flicking her tongue out and trying to suck the cocks, but soon they started cumming. First one came, and she tried to swallow it, then the other. She never had a chance to be able to swallow the cum of both, and her face was covered. Once the guys were done cumming, she licked her lips and got as much of the cum as she could. Then the guys began rubbing their dicks on her face and feeding her the used cum that way. I could not believe my wife had just taken on 5 Big Black Cocks, and was still on her knees licking cum covered cocks like she was ready for more.

That was the moment I knew I lost her to black meat.........

            I was quite shocked when he said this but relieved at the same time. He took me in his arms and kissed me passionately on the lips. He opened his lips causing mine to open too and we caressed each others tongue deeply for about 2 minutes. It was heaven and then it was over. He backed away and whispered into my ear.

            “Let’s take this upstairs, I want to do all sorts of other things to you as well.”

            This made me wet with anticipitation of what was about to happen to me. He led me upstairs to his bedroom which looked extremely sexy with the lights dimmed a bit. He lay me on the bed and he climbed on top of me and kissed me deeply as before but there was something about been under a boy that I had been fantasising over for so long and now all the things I had dream would happen to are coming true. As he was on top of me he started to take my top off. I was wearing a pink frilly bra that looked incredibly sexy on me. I could tell he got extremely turned on by my 34A breasts because I felt him get harder than he already was. I looked at the bulge in his pants and put my hand down there and whispered

            “Please take it out for Steph to see, it feels wonderful.”

            He got even harder when I said this. He stood up from the bed first taking his top off then undoing his belt and button. He was only in his tight boxer shorts that he looked incredibly sexy in. I could see a clear outline of his cock in his boxers; I knew I just had to get it of there. I reached over to his boxers and hooked my thumbs on them and pulled them down. I let a little moan when his penis bobbed out of his boxers. I told him to climb on top of my chest so I could take him in my mouth. He did this with no argument what so ever. I grabbed his cock and rubbed it a little. It was now at a full length of 7 inches and I circled my tongue all around the head of his dick. He threw his head back and a moan escaped his lips. He looked soooo sexy when he was in this state of sexual arousal. He was thrusting his hips to try and get his penis all the way into my mouth. I granted his wish and took most of it all into my mouth. He started fucking my face and his dick was going in and out of my mouth. His dick got a whole lot harder and I took it out of my mouth and jerked it off all over my chest. I rubbed his man juice into my breasts and he lowered himself down and kissed me deeply once again. He started to take the remaining part of my clothing off.
            When he took my bra off he gasped and took my already erect nipple into his mouth and sucked on it like a baby. While he was doing this he reached down and unzipped my skirt. He rubbed against my thong front and a loud moan escaped my lips. He felt the wetness in me and he rubbed it in to his fingers. He took my thong off and rubbed his fingers against my clit making my juices flow out of my cunt. He crawled down me to my pussy and brushed his lips against my pubic hair. He ran his tongue down the length of my slit and flicked it across my clit. I was so turned on by this point that I had the loudest orgasm of my life. His lower half of his face was saturated in my pussy juices. He licked it up and seemed to enjoy every drop of my cunt juices. He got up from the bed and I could see that his dick had returned to its erect state. He reached into his wardrobe and brought out a red condom. He asked me to put it on for him so I got up from the bed and slid it on him. I grabbed him by the dick and led him to the bed and I lay him down on his back. I crawled on top of him and lowered myself on to his 7 inches of manhood. I couldn’t believe I was going to lose my virginity to the guy I had fancied for over a year. I let the head of his dick intrude my pussy. I felt so full and light headed when I put all my weight down on his dick and he slid the whole way in. I jus sat on his penis for around a minute trying to get used to the feeling of having a cock inside me for the very first time. I though that my fingers were as good as it got, how wrong I was. I started bouncing up and down on his dick. He met my bounces trying to get all the length of his dick into me. It felt amazing. I think he had enough of been on the bottom and he rolled me over so I was on my back. He thrust in me so much harder than before and kept this pace up for about a minute. I wrapped my legs around him as I was coming up to the hugest orgasm. He was grunting and moaning and I was screaming in sexual delight as he was thrusting in even harder now. We reached our climax at the same time and cummed in unison. He lay on top of me trying to get his breath back.

            He got off of me and started to get dressed again and I did the same. We went down stairs and continued watching TV and I cuddled up to Joe once again. I was hoping this would happen again. He kissed me on the lips again and said “ We have to do this more often, I love you so much”.

He slammed the paper onto the table, and jabbed his finger at a picture of a smartly-dressed, plain-Jane, middle-aged woman, arguing with a group protesting outside the steps of the state capital.

The two of us were relaxing at the tables, while on stage, Angela - Melvin’s Mistress/Business Partner/Hermaphrodite Lover/Adopted child - enthusiastically whipped away at Julie, one of my own sex slaves.

Julie was bent over at the waist, locked into a stockade at the edge of the stage and naked except for a featureless, black leather mask covering her face. Angela was wearing her usual uniform of choice, a dark green velvet dress that was practically painted over her tight, curvy figure, with her favorite stiletto-heeled boots laced halfway up her thighs.

As I watched, Angela reared back with the riding crop in her hand and let Julie’s ass have it. Julie’s body jerked forward and the crowd around the stage cheered.

Angela looked like she was having fun. I don’t know about Julie.

Melvin was fuming.

"Whoever voted for that cunt should be taken down to the river and shot."

The woman in the power suit looked familiar. I looked closer at the article. The headline read: ‘Local Sex Industry Warned!’ And in smaller print: ‘State Rep. Susan Manning Takes the High Road on the Sex Industry’.

"Huh." I said.

Melvin looked at me.

"Whaddaya mean, ‘huh’?

"I know her. She and her family have shopped at my store for years." I pulled the paper closer so I could read the rest of the story. "In fact, she hurt her back on a ski trip a few weeks ago, and the last time I saw her at the store, I carried her bags out and helped her get into her car."

"You’re kidding me."

"No, seriously." I thought about it a second. "It was right before I left for California."

"You should’a clubbed the bitch and dumped her in the trash."

The article praised Mrs. Manning for her new bill that was working its way through the state legislature, something some conservative lawmakers were labeling as ‘a call for a new day of decency for our fine state’. She was working to get funding and zoning restrictions for any type of strip club, massage parlor or adult specialty store, pretty much handcuffing (no pun intended) the sex industry here in town.

I could see why Melvin was pissed.

Between the two of them, he and Angela each owned several adult stores (among other things), all of which probably sent the local soccer moms into convulsions whenever they passed by in their minivans and SUVs.

"She’s not that bad, Mel."

"Not bad my ass." He paused and re-lit the stub of his cigar. "In fact, if I got my hands on her, I’d fuck her ass until she bled, then throw her into the Maze for the boys to have fun with." He took a long puff, and blew the smoke out the side of his mouth. "Turn her into the little slut she really is under all that repressed, prude-lawyer shit."

I laughed again.

"You think I’m kidding? That bitch is the reason we’re sitting here in this dump tonight, instead of at the convention center, like we should be."

Melvin and Angela were part-sponsors of a yearly bondage/fetish merchandise trade show. I vaguely remembered they ran into some problems this year, and couldn’t get the permits they needed to set up at the new convention center. Instead, they had to rent out a series of warehouse spaces in the deep industrial district from sympathetic local businesses.

I nodded at the hundreds of leather and stud clad people roaming the floor.

"Not a bad turnout, though. You’ve got to admit, having the show here has a kind of sleazy appeal."

He grunted.

"Yeah, the hardcore freaks’ll find us wherever we end up. But it’s those weekend creepies, the ones that take their kids to private school in their new Beamers, then play dress-up at night when their kids are asleep; they’re the one’s that get antsy when they’ve gotta drive into the ghetto." He chomped thoughtfully on his stogie, puffing away. "Not that the freaks’ money isn’t any good, there’s just a lot more that never makes it to the table if we’re hiding way out here, y’know?"

"So it’s all about the money."

He shrugged.

"Well, yeah. Losing cash always pisses me off, for sure. But this bitch..." He stubbed his cigar out on her picture. "She’s the worst type of cunt-fuck politician. She ran for office as a fucking Democrat for Crissakes, claiming to be for this liberal issue or against that one, whatever, and y’know: ‘vote for me ‘cause I care about this and that and blah, blah, blah’..." Melvin stretched as he spoke, popping his thick neck. "And then once she got elected she turned right around and forgot about the folks who believed her stinking pile of bullshit and voted her in, and now she’s using her office to promote her own fucking pseudo-Christian conservative agenda."

Melvin paused for a breath.

"You voted for her, didn’t you?"

He glared at me, and laughed.

"Fuck you." He sighed.

"I didn’t know you were politically involved."

"Matt, anything that potentially affects my income, my livelihood, I want to know about." He leaned closer. "Folks think I’m a sick, perverted, dumb old bastard." He poked me in the shoulder and grinned. "Well, I’m a sick bastard, that’s true. But I have never, never been stupid when it comes to business or politics."

"So you admit to being old, then?"

He leaned back.

"I prefer to think that I’m aging gracefully."

He looked at the paper, almost wistfully.

"That bitch has done everything she can to fuck things up for a lot of people in this business, a lot of folks we know. And worse." He looked at me again. "You hear about the ‘Homeless’ bill?"

That had been big news last summer, while I was away. After it passed, the police rounded up most of the local street people and homeless families and relocated them, ‘for their welfare and for the continued safety and beautification of our neighborhoods and business districts’.

I nodded.

"She’s a fucking fascist cunt, and if I had the chance, I’d find as many of those bums she had moved out to the sticks and let them hate fuck her until she had to use a fucking wheelchair for the rest of her goddamn life."

I waved my hand at Angela, who was finishing with her demonstration. Julie hung limply in the stockade now, her back and buttocks glowing with angry, red welts.

"Well, why not? You punish people for kicks all the time."

He shook his head. "Nope. It wouldn’t be enough to just fuck with her. I’d want to teach the bitch a lesson, sure. But..." He drifted off, shrugging. "She’s already screwed things up. This stuff she started has a life of its own now. It’s gonna keep on building, no matter what happens to her."

"Melvin, you know your problem?"

"What’s that, besides the bad case of jock itch I got from reading this shit?"

"You’re too short-sighted." I grinned at him. "I’ve got an idea."

I brainstormed a little for him, and as I jabbered away, Melvin started to smile.

"Goddamn, Matt!" He clapped me on the shoulder when I finished. "I knew there was a reason I liked you." He reached for another cigar, shaking his head. "And people say I’m a sick fuck. That’s so twisted, it’s beautiful."

It took about a week and a half before I saw Susan again.

I was just leaving my store, getting ready to go out for a late lunch, when she pulled up in her new Lexus. I stepped off the sidewalk in front of her car and waited to help her as she got out. She was moving a little gingerly, like her back was still bothering her.

As I told Melvin, I’ve known, or rather, waited on, Susan and her family since I bought the chain of little markets I own, maybe ten years ago now.

Susan and her husband Mike were both lawyers, both in their late 40’s, and wealthy. They had two kids: a tall, willowy teenage girl named Rachel, who was probably a junior or senior in high school, and a son who was a couple years younger. Both of the kids took after their dad, physically; they were tall, slim, and athletic with dark hair and complexions. And keeping with the family tradition of prestige, they both went to private school and drove their own, brand-spankin’ new BMWs.

Mike’s family owned a lot of prime downtown real estate, shipping companies, restaurants and other businesses, along with a fair amount of farmland they were now busy developing in the outlying areas of town. Mike quit his job as a corporate shark a few years ago, shortly after his father passed away and he inherited pretty much everything.

His family was big-time players in local politics too. Money can buy a lot.

The whole family reeked of the snobby attitude that went along with having that kind of money. Susan had been an especially cold fish when I’d first met her, but over the years, she’d gradually warmed up to me, and now she’ll actually stop and converse with me.

One day I realized that I hadn’t seen Susan with Mike for quite a while, and asked her how he was. Susan told me that she and her husband had separated, but quietly, for the sake of their careers, and their kids were living with him in another house across town, partly so they could be closer to school, and because Susan was gone because of work so often.

The news didn’t come as much of a shock to me; I rarely saw the two of them together, even before the separation, and when I did they barely spoke two words to each other. Not a great marriage, but whatever works. Susan had managed to parlay her husbands name into a thriving political career, and if he didn’t seem to mind, well, more power to her.

I held my hand out for her as she opened the car door, and she took it with a smile.

She swung her legs out, and I tried to not stare too openly.

I’ve never seen Susan wear any make-up, and the only times I’ve ever seen her without a suit and skirt, she was usually out for her daily run or she was heading up to the mountain to go skiing in the winter or hiking during the summer. She always wore her straight, dishwater blonde hair cut short around her shoulders, and other than a pair of thin silver hoops in her ears and her wedding ring, she rarely wore any jewelry.

When I first met her, ‘mousy’ was the term that came to mind.

But as plainly as she presented herself, she was in great shape, even well into her 40’s. You had to look twice to notice, but she was short and shapely, with great legs and a nice, round ass and hips that tapered into a tiny, tight waist capped with firm, full breasts.

But I digress.

Always the voyeur, I admired her legs, running my gaze up her muscular calves as I helped her ease out of the car. She moved hips first, and I smiled as her legs spread open, surprising me with a nice crotch shot.

I should possibly note here that she was wearing a pair of black stockings under her light grey skirt. Very nice.

She stood up and smoothed her skirt back down and straightened her suit jacket.

"Thanks." Susan smiled up at me. Even in heels, the top of her head barely reached my chin.

"Don’t mention it." I smiled back at her. "You’re here early today."

She shut the door and locked her car. She shrugged.

"We’re out of session," she explained, "and I’ve got a long weekend, so I was going to stock up on girl-flicks, pizza and ice cream, then lock myself in the house and work on getting fat."

She patted her stomach. No way was she going to be getting fat anytime soon, and I took the opportunity to flirt a little.

"Fat. Right."

"You think I’m kidding? I’ve gained so much weight since I hurt my back, it’s not funny."

"Huh," I said, twirling my finger in a circle. "Let’s see."

She gave me a strange look.

"Now you’re kidding."

"Nope," I grinned. "Let’s check you out."

A slow grin spread across her face, and she raised her arms and did a quick little turn for me.

"Well? Everything you hoped for?" she asked.

Hell yes.

"I was gonna go for a bite to eat...how about keeping me company?"

Susan’s mouth popped open.

"You’re serious."

I twirled my car keys.

"Time’s a-waistin’, and there’s a little bistro downtown calling my name."

This was totally out of left field for her, and I wanted to see how game she might be.

It just took her a second to make up her mind.

"Yeah. Okay, sure." She looked at my keys. "Do you want to drive, or should I?"

Gotcha, I thought.

I drove.

The downtown metro area had once been a thriving seaport back in the 1800’s. Most of the current skyscrapers and businesses had been built over the old buildings, or the old architecture had just been reclaimed and refitted for modern use. Rumor has it that a number of secret entryways connected many, if not all of the older buildings to a huge, elaborate network of tunnels running underground that stretched from the wharves and docks back for miles out into the hills and towards the current industrial areas.

Supposedly the tunnels were used for smuggling every sort of contraband under the sun: alcohol, drugs, weapons, and women - you name it - even as recently as the early 1940’s and ‘50’s. Folks new in town, venturing out into the bars and other, less savory establishments for a night of gambling, drink and fun might find themselves drugged and shanghaied, waking up on a ship somewhere at sea. Some of the surviving bars and hotels now boasted of ghosts and hauntings, spirits left over from the wild frontier days.

The tunnels and the entries to them, if really there were any, had been filled in and boarded up by court order back in the late 1950’s. Melvin, while doing some construction in one of his porn shops, had stumbled onto the entries for dozens of the tunnels.

Melvin explored his find a little and found that, for the most part, the tunnels were still in decent shape. So he excavated and turned the tunnels running under his property into a playground for the more adventurous swingers in town.

He calls his deviant little theme park ‘The Maze’.

And, as in the old days, if you decide to venture inside, into the tunnels, looking for whatever twisted sexual thrill you might find, you do it at your own risk. Melvin swears some people, entering of their own free will, haven’t come back out, and he won’t go in looking for them.

Or so he says.

It’s a nice little bit of publicity that spread around the underground sex scene like wildfire. Now there’s rarely a night when the sex crowd doesn’t turn out in force, waiting to try their luck down in the Maze.

Here’s the way The Maze works: The tunnels open for business at midnight, and stay open until the early hours of the morning. The customer picks one of about a dozen doors, each leading to a certain type of fantasy scenario. Once you enter into the tunnel system, the heavy steel door shuts behind you and locks automatically, forcing you even deeper into the maze to try to find your way out.

Hopefully.

The tunnels don’t just run in a straight line to an exit door. They twist and turn, doubling back in on themselves or branching out and leading to dead ends, different rooms, and the like. A couple of them wander on for miles. As you hunt for the exits, you have the opportunity to participate in whatever type of illicit scenario you stumble into.

Each tunnel has ‘em, and most have several different variations of a theme. And with some scenarios, well, with some you don’t get a choice in the matter.

Melvin has created some really perversely twisted surprises for anyone who decides to try their luck, and every type of fantasy is catered to. Just to keep things fresh, he changes the scenarios once a month.

Plus, every corner of the excavated tunnels are monitored with video cameras, and, legal implications be damned, everybody in the Maze gets filmed and the video is recorded and feeds right into the store proper, playing on big screens for the enjoyment of the customers while they shop or wait to get into the tunnels themselves.

Again, the idea, the supposed risk, is the draw for most of the thrill seekers. And it’s been a cash cow for Melvin.

One of my new slaves, Nancy, followed me to the store a few months ago. Not the best decision on her part, maybe. She ended up getting attacked by a horny batch of customers, who chased her into the Maze. They caught her and raped her in a tunnel, until she bit one of them when he tried to force her to suck his cock.

Nancy managed to escape from the rapists, but Melvin and Angela found her just a few minutes later. She spent the next week chained, gagged, and filmed while being raped repeatedly by Angela, Mel and about twenty of their drugged up flunkies.

All in payment for a suit of clothes that Nancy thought I’d like to see her wear.

When they gave Nancy back to me, Angela was kind enough to send her along with a copy of the movie they made, as well as the clothes they put her through hell to get. I spent another week breaking Nancy in for myself, and once in a while, even now, I force her to watch the video while I fuck her in the ass.

You might ask how this all came about, and what any of this has to do with my lunch with Susan.

I’ll try to fill you in as we go along.

We had a small wait at the restaurant. I chose this particular restaurant for a couple different reasons: It was really trendy, and I knew the chef.

Always good to know the staff when you’re trying to impress the snobby date.

And my friend Jeff, the chef, had told me about finding one of the old tunnel entries buried deep in a corner of the basement here. The building the restaurant was in dated back to the roaring heyday of the frontier.

I wanted my own access to the tunnels that ran under the downtown area, and unknowingly, Jeff had given me that access. So I wanted to check out the restaurant a little.

And Susan’s husband owned the property.

The hostess flashed us a perfect, toothy smile when we walked in. I mentioned that Jeff had recommended that I stop by for a snack. Dropping his name was enough for her to whisk us past the early dinner crowd gathered in the bar, and she led us into the restaurant to a booth with a great view of the busy street outside.

A pair of attractive women seated at a table whispered and turned their heads as we passed. They looked familiar, but I couldn’t place them, and I forgot about them as I helped Susan slide into the booth.

The hostess introduced us to our waitress, a tattooed and pierced young blonde, as I slipped into the other side of the booth, facing Susan, my back to the women at the other table. The waitress rattled off the evening specials, and after she took our drink order I snuck a look around.

Jeff and his partner had gutted the space when they moved in, and refurbished it themselves. The space was large and wide open, but the way the booths were organized, each table had - almost - complete privacy.

The waitress returned with a carafe of ice water, a red wine for Susan and an ice tea for me. She poured each of us a glass of water, took our orders and left us alone.

Susan sipped her wine.

"Seems nice," she said. "Have you eaten here before?"

I shook my head.

"No, but I know one of the owners. As far as the food goes, anything he cooks or tells me to try, I’ll eat." I spread my napkin out on my knee. "How about you?"

"No. I eat out a lot because of work, but I’ve never been here. I guess I’m a guinea pig, then?"

I grinned and squeezed some lemon into my tea.

She was staring at something behind me.

"You’ve caused quite a commotion back there." She nodded her head back the way we came.

"What do you mean?"

"Those women we passed got pretty worked up after they saw you. They haven’t stopped staring at me since we sat down." She lowered her eyes and whispered, "Here comes one now."

I thought she was teasing me, until a familiar voice said, "Hi Matt."

I was married for a few years, and for a few years I had in-laws and a niece and nephew, who I’d managed to completely lose track of.

I looked up to find my old sister-in-law, Laura, smiling at me.

"Hi." I said.

After my divorce, I lost all contact with Laura and her husband, Ken. In fact, the last time I saw Laura, she’d fallen asleep on a couch after making a drunken pass at me during her housewarming party.

Ken was upwardly-mobile and Laura was obsessed with appearances, so seeing her here shouldn’t have surprised me at all. It didn’t really. This was the perfect spot for her to hang out. In fact, now that I thought about it, I recognized the other two women at the table with her from the night of that party.

"Katie said it was you!"

Laura held out her arms to me, and I stood up and gave her a hug.

It felt fantastic.

I remembered her smell from before, like the faint smell of flowers in a spring breeze, and I remembered the feel of her body against mine from few minutes we spent on the couch together at the party.

Laura and I had flirted on and off since we’d met, when she was engaged to Ken and I’d first started dating my ex-wife Jennifer. It seemed pretty innocent stuff, then, and over time Laura had slowly molded herself from a frumpy, chubby young woman into a hip, rather sexy yuppie.

We’d both gone through some changes over the years.

Reluctantly, I pushed away and had a look at her. She looked older than I remembered. She’d always been full-figured, with a tiny waist, and she’d put on a little weight. The extra weight looked good on her, rounding out her hips and filling out her breasts. She’d changed her hairstyle, too, from the short ponytail she used to wear. Now her ash-blonde hair was clipped short, close to her head in the back and around the sides, but she’d left her bangs long. She wore a beret shaped like a small rose in her hair that pulled her bangs so they hung down around her cheeks. She was wearing a pair of tan Capri pants and tennis shoes, with a black sweater over a white t-shirt.

I wondered how I could have forgotten about her.

She was looking me up and down, too.

"Wow. Matt, you look great." She had a curious look on her face. "You look...bigger."

I cleared my throat.

"Personal trainer."

"Really?"

I grinned. "No. Really, just good, clean living."

Her mouth made a little ‘O’ as she took that in. I managed to disengage myself and introduced my date.

"Laura this is Susan. Susan, this is Laura."

The two women glared at each other over gritted teeth. I sat back down and wondered if there was going to be a cat fight.

Laura turned back to me and left Susan grimacing into her drink.

"You look wonderful too," I said. "It’s been a long time."

We made small talk for few minutes, the way old acquaintances do, while Susan watched us quietly.

"You should call sometime, Matt," she said. "I’m sure Ken would like to get together for dinner, or..."

I grinned. I liked Ken, but hanging out with him now that I was on shitty terms with his sister didn’t really appeal to me.

"I dunno, Laura. I..."

Then she got excited and snapped her fingers.

"Hey! How would you like to go to the art festival with me, like we used to talk about?"

That was something else I’d forgotten about.

Laura and Ken had gone through a phase where they decided to collect ‘art’, and were enamored of this particular local painter. During a short period of flirtation, Laura had asked me to go with her to this weekend long festival.

I was never sure of Laura’s motives when she invited me, but mine sure weren’t pure when I agreed to go. And Ken and Jennifer didn’t seem to be aware of any issues regarding the two of us shacked up in a hotel alone for a weekend.

Unfortunately, it never happened.

"There’s one coming up in a few weeks, and I was going to go by myself, ‘cause Ken’s going to be out of town." She rummaged around in her purse and found a pen.

"Here, let me give you my cell number."

She scribbled a phone number on a napkin and handed it to me.

I glanced at it. "I still have your home phone somewhere too. I think."

She looked a little uncomfortable.

"We moved again, out to Westlake, and Ken wanted to get rid of our land lines when we bought the new house."

I caught Susan’s expression out of the corner of my eye. Ken was a big-time computer geek, and his firm was under contract with a bunch of the large, better-known companies in town. I knew he was earning some serious money, but they must be doing better than I thought to afford a place in Westlake.

Even Susan, whose husbands’ net-worth was easily in the umpteen-millions, raised her eyebrows.

"So this is the best way to get a hold of you?" I asked.

"Right."

Laura looked over at her friends, who were arguing over their bill. She leaned over, and her scent wafted past me again as she kissed me on the cheek.

"I should probably go." She slung her bag over her shoulder. "Call me if you want to come along?"

I nodded.

She spared a glance at Susan as she left the table.

"Nice to meet you. Hope you have a nice dinner."

Susan gave her a little, tight smile as Laura walked off.

"She seems...nice. How, um, do you know her?"

I grinned. A little jealousy right off the bat. That was a good sign.

We spent most of the meal talking about my minute-long marriage, and Susan slowly unwound after a few glasses of wine. Eventually the conversation wound its way back to her marriage and her kids. I asked her why she was spending the weekend alone, without her kids. She told me that they already made plans with their dad to go up to the mountain and spend the weekend camping.

Midway through the main course, she excused herself to use the ladies room.

I pulled out my cell phone and watched her butt swish as she walked back to the restrooms.

Melvin answered after the second ring. I told him where I was, and who I was with, and he chuckled in disbelief.

"Don’t fuck with me Matt."

I grinned at Susan’s ass as she slipped into the restroom.

"Never, Mel. She just went to the ladies room, so I need to make this quick. Remember what we talked about at the convention?"

"Of course I do."

"This is the perfect opportunity to start."

"You’re shitting me." I heard him puff on one of his ever-present cigars. "You’re serious, huh."

"Like a heart attack. But we don’t have a lot of time, Mel. You’re in or you’re out, no qualms."

He was quiet for a heartbeat, and then, "What do we need to do?"

I outlined my plan and gave him some quick instructions. When I finished, he chuckled again, and it was an unpleasant sound.

"You want Angela in on this?"

"No, not now." I’d considered it, but this wasn’t quite her thing.

"We’re gonna need some muscle."

"Yeah, I know. My man Roscoe is back in town. We’ll use him."

I could picture Melvin rolling his eyes. "Do I know him?"

"No, but he likes hurting people. You’ll like him."

"All right. I’ll get everything moving. You need anything else?"

"Nope. But we’re going to try out your new stuff this weekend, too."

He whistled. In addition to his other interests, Melvin also dabbled in some designer drugs. I didn’t need to use them to get what I wanted from Susan tonight, but Melvin had been itching for a situation to try them out.

"Damn. I love you like a son, Matt. You know that, dont’cha? After this, we should get together with Angela and celebrate."

I grimaced. It was another story, but Angela had been trying to bed me since Melvin introduced us. And as twisted as my sexual appetites had become, the last thing I wanted was Angela’s dick in my ass.

Or mine in hers, for that matter.

"Mel, you call me if you need me. I’m going to keep Susan busy tonight, but I’ll be by in the morning."

I told him how to get in touch with Roscoe, and we hung up.

Susan was still in the restroom, so I had still had a little time. I fished a little paper packet from my pocket, tore it open, poured its powdery contents into Susan’s water and stirred it in.

I wiped my spoon clean as Susan walked back to the table. She wobbled a bit as she sat back down.

"You okay?" I asked.

She smiled sheepishly. "I’ve been on pain medication since I hurt my back, and I haven’t really had anything to drink for a while." She reached for her water, took a sip. "I’m just a little woozy."

"Maybe we should get a little fresh air," I suggested, "or would you like some dessert to go with that water?"

Susan took another sip and smiled. "I never got my ice cream."

I signaled for our waitress.

 

By the time we finished dessert, she was flushed and breathing rapidly. And after I assured her there was twenty-four hour security at the mall, she agreed with me that it might be a better idea if I drove her home tonight, and she could pick up her car at the store tomorrow.

I drove her home and Susan leaned on me as I walked her to her door.

She had some trouble finding her keys, and I helped her open her front door when she couldn’t get the key in the lock.

I wished her a good-night with a kiss on the cheek, and she threw her arms around my neck, pressing herself against me.

Looked like Mel’s little concoction was working just fine.

I enjoyed the kiss, sucking on her little wet tongue as it poked into my mouth. She panted as she kissed me, with quick, hot bursts, and I could taste the wine on her breath. She played with my hair, and I nuzzled her neck and kissed her ear, then pushed her away.

Susan grabbed for me, but I held her by her shoulders, looked into her half-shut eyes and said, "Susan, are you sure you want to do this?"

She tried to focus, blinking rapidly, then grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me into the house.

We made it into her living room, and she tripped and fell on the floor. I shut and locked the door, and turned to find her down on her knees and elbows, her ass up in the air and her head rolling, panting like a dog. I placed my foot on her ass, and her face mashed into her carpet.

I grinned as she moaned, her butt wriggling in the air. She was conscious, but just barely.

There’s something about a woman’s ass poking up at me that just blows me away, and I’d wanted to fuck this one for a long time now.

Melvin once told me that he never understood why men just didn’t pay for a night with a prostitute instead of dating women. His reasoning was that the price of an evening with a pro was usually about the same as an evening out with some regular bitch, and with a hooker, you always knew you’d be getting some at the end of the date.

I figured that tonight I’d spent enough on dinner to justify fucking Susan.

So I pulled off my shirt, kicked off my shoes and dropped my pants, just about that fast. I dropped to my knees behind Susan and unzipped her skirt, slipping it down over her hips until it bunched around her knees, and ran my hand up the inside of her thigh, cupping her crotch.

She moaned, and her butt jerked up a little higher, pushing her pussy against my hand. A dark, wet patch stained her stockings, and I ripped them open, splitting them up her ass, then grabbed her black panties and ripped them apart too.

I pulled her bare ass closer, and leaned over and shoved my tongue into her pussy, making Susan groan again and shove her ass against my face.

I really hate going down on women, on general principle, but I had fun eating Susan out. By the time I pulled my dick out of my underwear, it was screaming at me to fuck her and she was soaking wet.

I straddled her, my legs outside hers, and pushed the tip of my dick into her pussy. It clamped down on me, and I bent over her back and grabbed her tits through her blouse.

Then I shoved my dick into her as hard as I could.

Susan’s head snapped up and she let out a wail as about six or seven inches, maybe half my cock, pounded into her cunt. I squeezed her tits tighter and held on as her entire body bucked and lurched underneath me.

"OhhhhGoddd...!" Susan cried out and she wiggled and squirmed, but the drug had taken full effect and she didn’t have the strength to fight me off. Her arms couldn’t hold both of our weight, and she collapsed, face first, onto the floor, with my dick keeping her ass propped up in the air.

I pushed harder, slowly, until my belly slapped against her butt, and started ramming my hips against her ass as hard and fast as I could, shoving my cock into her until I came, blowing a load of cum into her so hard it oozed out of her pussy and down her legs.

I rolled her over, my dick still stiff and throbbing, wedged deep in her twat, and I ripped her blouse open down to her navel.

She was wearing a black satin bra that matched her panties.

"Ohhh..."

Her eyes rolled in her head and she drooled down her cheek as I leaned over and pulled the cups of her bra under her breasts. Her tits were amazingly firm; big and juicy, with hard, little brown nipples that stood at attention as I played with them.

"My, my, Susan, what nice titties you have," I chuckled as I ran my hands over her tight belly.

She was in fantastic shape. I could see the smooth muscles in her stomach twitch as I started to slowly fuck her,

Well, well, well, I thought. Look at Mrs. Snooty-Ass, Mrs. Holier-Than-Thou, hot for dick.

She clutched at me with her hands, and I let her pull me down on top of her. I felt the warm flesh of her breasts press flat against my chest and the silk of her stockings as her legs wrapped around my back.

"Fuck me, fuck... me..." she panted.

I pressed my lips on her open mouth. This was going to be a lovely evening.

Susan woke up with a screaming headache.

"Oh, God."

She groaned, threw off the covers and leaned over the side of her bed with her head nestled in her hands, willing the room to stop spinning.

That’s what you get for mixing pain-killer and wine, she thought.

Susan managed to stand up, and shuffled carefully into the bathroom, rubbing her swollen, tender eyes. Susan turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on her face, then grabbed a towel and looked up at herself in the mirror.

"Oh, God," she said again, and her mouth opened in horror, the towel frozen halfway to her face.

She was naked, with bruises that looked like fingers criss-crossing her breasts, her wrists and her ass. Her neck and shoulders were a mass of angry red hickies and bite marks, and more bite marks covered her nipples.

Susan desperately tried to remember what happened last night, but after dinner, only little bits and pieces came back to her.

She remembered feeling a little light headed because of the wine, and going to the restroom to try and clear her head. The walk seemed to help, but then during dessert she started feeling giddy again. And she remembered Matt suggesting that he drive her home. She’d agreed after he had to help her out of the restaurant and back to his car. And then Matt walking her to her porch, and kissing her cheek...

"Oh my God!" Her hand flew up to her mouth. "I threw myself at him!"

More bits came flooding back as her head slowly stopped swimming.

Susan remembered feeling incredibly horny during their drive home, and wondering if Matt knew. Remembered wondering what he’d do if she just leaned over and gave him head, like she used to do for Mike, back when they started dating. She remembered losing control and pulling him into her house, and, and...

"Oh my God!"

Just fragments now. Matt pulling at her clothes, lying on her, his hands moving over her, his mouth on her body. She remembered her first orgasm, the first orgasm she’d had with a man in years, Remembered Matt’s penis ripping into her...

"GgggnnnnOOOOhhh!"

Suddenly her legs quivered and the room spun around her, and Susan almost fell over as a wave of pain and lust ripped through her. She grabbed the counter until the room stopped spinning.

"I can’t believe you let him fuck you," she told herself in the mirror.

Susan shook her head at her own stupidity.

For a second, she wondered if he’d drugged her, and then shook her head again. She’d been with him the entire meal, until she’d gone into the bathroom. She was already pretty drunk by that point, and she’d managed to do that all on her own.

She looked at her body again in the mirror. "Looks like he enjoyed himself," she muttered.

Susan patted her face dry with the towel and dropped it on the counter, then shuffled bow-legged back into the bedroom. She figured Matt left after he was finished, but noticed that the other side of the bed looked slept in. She looked around and found a trail of her clothes leading back into the living room, and followed them down the hall, picking them up as she went, wondering how she made it to bed.

She knew she’d been fucked hard - her pussy ached and her legs were sore - but even with the pain in her crotch, she still felt a little horny. She wondered what Matt looked like this morning. She found herself hoping that he was walking around as tenderly as she was, and grinned.

In the living room, she found her shoes and an open bottle of wine on ice with a card.

"Matt?" Susan looked around, wondering if he was still here.

When he didn’t answer, she dropped her armload of wrinkled clothes on the couch, opened the card, and read to herself:

‘Sorry I couldn’t stay, but you looked like you were going to sleep in and there were a few things I needed to take care of this afternoon. I thought you might be a little hungry when you woke up, so I left some ice cream in the fridge, and there’s pizza to go with the wine. No movies - sorry, the Soaps’ll have to do. Enjoy lunch, and I’ll stop by tonight around 8-ish. Maybe we can go see something later. Matt’

A wonderfully warm little tingle washed through her as she read the letter, settling in her crotch.

Susan realized she was holding her breath and let it out with a whoosh. She tapped the card thoughtfully, and a little smile snuck across her face.

Damn him, she thought, unable to wipe the silly grin off her face. The last thing I need right now is to have an affair.

Lately, her career was glowing. In another four years, with her record and recent accomplishments - plus the help of Mike’s family name - she might have a realistic shot at Washington. She sighed, exasperated with herself. She and Mike had been so careful when they finally decided to split up and live alone - appearances were everything in their businesses. That was one of the few things they’d ever agreed on, and now Susan felt absolutely stupid to have been seen in public with Matt.

Inwardly, she kicked herself again. Who knew if anyone got any pictures of them together, or what kind of gossip might be circulating.

She couldn’t get involved with a scandal. Not now, not with the decency bill still bouncing around, waiting for the voters. News of this would kill the bill and make her a laughing stock in her firm, in politics, even her social circles.

What the hell got into her, kissing him out on her porch, for all the neighbors to see? And drunk, too? God, just how dumb could she be?

Memory of the hickies and bruises covering her body popped back into her mind, and Susan groaned. How was she going to hide those? It was almost summertime; she couldn’t just pull a turtleneck over them.

She dropped the card and poured herself a glass of wine. She sipped at it while she pondered damage control.

How bad was this really?

Susan knew several of her female colleagues in both law and politics who kept lovers. But they were typically college students who were happy getting laid once or twice a week in return for a decent apartment, not grown men with a life of their own.

Susan wondered if Matt would settle for just a one-night stand.

Not that Matt wasn’t attractive. She’d always thought he was kind of cute, and he’d always been a flirt, even when she was still married. But if anyone found out that she was sleeping with some regular guy with no money, no aspirations...!

Well, that wouldn’t do.

She curled up naked on the couch with her glass and tried to think things out. The wine was making her warm, and she felt an odd tingling spreading through her. It made her smile, and she rubbed her belly, enjoying the sensation.

A brief memory, just a flash from last night flitted through her mind, of Matt, lying on top of her, his penis buried in her, gently stroking her stomach.

Susan almost spilled her wine as a wave of horniness flooded through her. She closed her eyes and remembered what she could of him last night, touching her.

She smiled at herself, and her thinking made a complete about-face.

"You got laid," she said out loud. "You got laid, you seduced him and brought him home and you got laid."

Susan shook her head, that crazy little smile stealing back over her face. She suddenly felt almost proud of herself for getting a little out of control.

Matt was the first man she’d slept with since her separation. Even when she and Mike were living together the last few years, they never shared the same bed. And now she was always so damned busy with either work or dealing with her kids, she didn’t have a social life outside of the business dinners or political functions.

Susan sipped her wine, pondering that thought.

Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad thing to let him come over tonight, if she were careful. They could stay in for the evening and watch movies, or she could cook him dinner, and…

She grinned again, blushing, as a wild thought hit her out of nowhere. Susan felt her pussy get wet.

"Maybe I’ll seduce him while we’re eating." She set her glass on the table, licked her lips and closed her eyes, fantasizing. "I’ll sit on his lap and feed him dessert with my fingers, and..."

Susan touched herself and her eyes fluttered closed as a warm, wet flood gushed over her hand. She squirted all over her legs and the couch as she climaxed.

"Oh sh-shit..."

She’d never done that before. Not...ejaculating, like a man.

Susan kept rubbing her clit until her hips jerked and her orgasm subsided. She jumped up as her cum dripped down the inside of her legs and soaked the couch. She shook the moisture from her hand.

Oh God, I’m horny, she thought. And look at me. Here I am, trying to get smut banned from the state, and suddenly I’m masturbating over some guy who had sex with me while I was drunk enough to pass out.

Her stomach growled as she wiped at the wet beads running down her thighs.

She stepped towards the kitchen to hunt down that pizza, and thought again of Matt naked, here in her house with her.

Yeah, she thought. Okay.

Maybe she could him around for a little while longer.

If she was careful.

Susan ate lunch, thinking how sweet Matt had been to bring her food, trying to ignore the hot tingling in her pussy.

Afterwards, she was still horny, enough to need a cold shower to try to cool off. It seemed to help. A little.

After her shower Susan slipped on a silk bathrobe and tried to watch television, snacking on the ice cream and sipping at the wine, but she kept fantasizing about what she wanted to do to Matt later, and she couldn’t seem to pay any attention.

She turned off the television, sighing.

He owed her for last night, she figured.

Susan took a bite of the ice cream and wondered if he’d lick her pussy if she put some down there for him to enjoy.

"Here’s your dessert, Matt," Susan said out loud with a giggle, and she shivered with pleasure as she used her finger to smear a glob of ice cream over her pussy. She spread her legs and rubbed it in. The ice cream was cold and sticky. She dabbed another finger-full onto her crotch, and her nipples popped up.

"Oh. Would you like some there, too?" She asked the empty room. Susan ran her finger around the inside of the container and plopped a dollop of ice cream over each nipple.

"Well, come and get it," she giggled to herself, and spread her legs.

I’m going to need another shower after this, she thought, and closed her eyes.

By the time eight o’clock rolled around, Susan had finished off half the pizza, most of the ice cream and all the wine.

Three more cold showers later, and she was so horny she could barely sit still.

Around four o’clock, Susan had a sexual epiphany, and she hunted through boxes in her closet until she found an old vibrator someone had given her as a joke back in college. She managed to find some batteries that still worked in a junk drawer, and she spent the next several hours naked and spread-eagled on her bed, masturbating.

Where the hell is he? She thought, desperately jabbing the dildo into her soaking wet pussy. The dildo was slippery in her hand and the bedding underneath her was saturated with her pussy juice.

It seemed like the more she came, the more she needed to fuck.

This isn’t helping at all, she thought.

Somehow she knew she needed to fuck Matt.

When Susan finally heard the doorbell ring, she was in the middle of a rip-roaring orgasm. She was coming so hard and moaning so loudly that she missed the bell on the first ring, and she had to literally sit on the hand holding the dildo, breathlessly forcing herself to listen for the bell to ring again.

Nothing.

Susan almost wept out of sheer frustration. Her crotch was burning like it was on fire, and the only thing she wanted was...

Wait. There it was again.

Susan bolted out of bed and ran to her front door. She pulled it open and stood there, naked and panting. Matt stood just outside, his finger halfway back to the ringer with a look of complete surprise.

"Hi," he grinned at her, and Susan launched herself out the door, jumping on him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, kissing him wildly. She felt her pussy rub against his shirt and she groaned, her need for him welling back up like a hunger.

Fuck the neighbors, she thought. She was so horny now she would’ve fucked him right here on the steps, in plain view of God and the world.

"Oh God, finally..."

Susan rained kisses on Matt as he carried her awkwardly inside and kicked the door shut. He tried to set her down but she slid to the floor and fumbled with his belt, trying to get it unbuckled.

"Hey!" Matt caught her wrists, and she shoved her face against his crotch until he pushed her roughly away.

"Oh please, Matt, please, I can’t wait. Please let me fuck you," she begged breathlessly, straining to get her hands on him.

Matt grinned at her flushed face, her disheveled hair. But he tightened his grip and pushed her back onto the floor, and sat on her chest.

Then he noticed the smell.

"Lordy, Sue, you smell like a rotting clam."

Susan moaned as her body took his weight, and she wiggled underneath him. Her hands groped at him until he pinned her arms under his knees.

He cupped her face, forcing her to look away from his crotch. "Looks like you’ve been having some, uh, fun while I was gone."

"Fuck me, fuck me, oh please, oh please," she gasped. He grinned again.

"Persistent little twat. I can see why you’re such a good politician." He patted her face.

She squirmed.

"Please Matt; I need you...right now, I..."

He shook her head with his hands, making her cheeks wiggle.

"You know, Sue, I won’t turn you down, but I’m going to make you a deal. You want to hear it?"

Susan tried to calm down. "O-okay."

"Okay. Here’s the deal." Matt gently played with her hair as he spoke. "We’re going to take this slow tonight, okay?"

She nodded.

"Good. First, since you’re so God-awful horny, I’ll let you give me a little blow job. How does that sound?"

Susan began panting uncontrollably, and a giddy smile lit up her face.

"Looks like that’s a yes. Cool."

Matt unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans as he spoke.

"If you can make me come, we’ll get you cleaned up and dressed so you look cute, and then we’ll go to a movie like I promised." He grabbed her by the hair with his free hand, pulling her head towards him. "I’ll give you a bath and dress you myself." Susan moaned and almost came at the thought. "Then after the movie, I promise you’ll get all the sex you can handle. Deal?"

Susan managed to nod again, licking her lips.

"Good girl."

He used his free hand to yank his pants down under his crotch and his dick plopped out onto Susan’s upturned face and slid off one side.

He was huge, bigger than she’d imagined, more than twice the size of the dildo she’d been jacking off with earlier. She looked at his cock with a mixture of lust and fear, wondering how she was able to take him last night, finally realizing why her pussy was so sore.

I must’ve been really drunk, she thought.

He grabbed his dick and plopped it back onto her face. It was hot and sweaty, and Susan licked him with the little pink tip of her tongue, making his cock twitch.

She grinned up at him and began slowly running her tongue up and down the bottom of his dick, watching it grow, until it hovered, pulsing, just above her face. He was so big; she wondered how he didn’t get dizzy and pass out from blood loss to his head.

Matt lifted his ass off her chest, his knees and all of his weight pressing hard into her upper arms.

Susan sucked in air as pain bolted up her arms.

"Oww..."

His dick slid down her face and Matt pushed the swollen, purple head into her mouth, cutting off her air with a gurgle.

Her eyes bulged with pain and shock, and she kicked and thrashed under him, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms completely to the floor, shoving his dick deeper into her mouth. Susan heard her jaws crack as Matt used his hips to fuck her face, pushing harder with each thrust, forcing his cock into throat.

He never pulled out, just kept fucking her deeper and deeper. Susan gagged and vomited around his cock, spewing burning bile out from her nose, and she saw spots as her vision slowly turned red and hazy. She knew she was going to pass out from lack of oxygen, and could feel her body getting weaker and weaker. She didn’t have the energy to fight him anymore, and her legs stopped kicking and just flopped to the floor, twitching.

She barely noticed when he was fully buried in her mouth, when his heavy balls smacked her chin and he started to viciously pump in and out of her mouth, pounding her head against the floor.

Susan listened to the smacking sound as his balls whacked her face, and she slowly faded away.

Suddenly, Matt jerked once and groaned. He squeezed her wrists painfully tight as he shot his load, filling her throat with hot, salty cum. He jerked again, spurting more of the sticky fluid into her, and then he slowly pulled out.

Tears of shame and fear and lust ran down the sides of her face as Susan choked and coughed the vomit and cum out of her nose and throat.

"Whooo-boy!"

Matt patted her face and sat back on her stomach, stroking himself and rubbing his thick, wet cock on her tits. Another little twitch sent another spurt of hot cum into the air and over her shoulder, and he sighed happily. He still had her upper arms pinned under his knees, but he’d let go of her hands, and Susan grabbed his dick in a death grip.

He’d almost killed her, but she’d never felt so fucking horny. Still gasping for breath, she started licking him clean.

"That’s my girl," he smiled down at her and pinched her nipples.

When she’d cleaned him to her satisfaction, she wiped the spooge off her face and grinned up at him.

"Did I do a good job?"

He stood up and she grabbed for him. Pins and needles exploded in her numb arms as the blood began to circulate again.

"A very good job."

Matt bent over, picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, making her giggle again.

"All right. Let’s go pick out some clothes."

As he carried her into the bedroom, patting her bare ass, Susan wondered just what the hell was happening to her.

The bedroom smelled musky, of sex.

Matt took a look at the vibrator lying on the bed and the big, wet bed-stain and grinned.

"Nice dildo, Sue." He patted her ass again.

She grimaced, embarrassed.

"I wouldn’t have needed it if you’d stayed with me today."

Matt carried Susan into the bathroom, propped her up in the shower and turned on the water. He stepped out of his clothes, and then slipped into the shower with her, taking her into his arms.

She melted into him, trying to kiss him, but he turned his head away.

"Uh-uh. Not until you’ve brushed your teeth, kiddo. Your breath smells awful."

Her hands flew to her mouth, remembering the vomit.

What the hell did he expect after that, minty fresh?

He grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around, holding her tight, and kissed her neck.

Susan felt his dick slide up the inside of her leg, and she pushed her ass against him, bending over, reaching for him between her legs. She gripped his cock, marveling at how big he was, and guided him to her pussy.

This is what she’d been waiting for all fucking day.

She spread her legs wide and braced her hands on the tile wall of the shower, arching her back to give him better access to her body. He grabbed her around her waist, and she gasped as he pushed into her.

"Oh God!"

Susan pushed her ass against him, urging him on. It hurt, but her pussy was so relaxed from her day of masturbating that he slid right in. She felt him cup her breasts and pull her closer to him.

He kissed her cheek and whispered into her ear:

"Whose little bitch are you, Sue? Are you my little bitch?"

She managed to lick her lips and nod as she ground her ass against his crotch.

"I want you to say it, Sue. I want to hear you say it."

Susan touched his face, ran her hand through his wet hair as she shower poured down on them. She tipped her head as he nuzzled the soft flesh of her neck.

She licked her lips again.

"I’m yours Matt."

"All mine?"

She nodded blissfully.

"All yours. I’m...all y-yours. Your l-l-little bitch."

Her orgasm flooded over her, and she felt her own hot juice running down her legs as Matt, her man, slowly, gently fucked her from behind.

 

Afterwards, they toweled each other dry, and he let her brush his hair. Susan liked the way he looked naked. He was tall and his body was tan and rugged and hard, with a light dusting of hair around his groin and chest, on his arms and legs.

Susan mentally compared him with her husband, and suddenly decided she had no idea why she’d ever been attracted to Mike. He was just never her type, except for maybe his intellect. Physically, Matt was so much bigger than Mike - in every way. Even now, soft and flaccid, his cock was massive. She ran her finger the length of him and cupped his balls. They were soft and heavy in her hand. She thought carrying that load around must be uncomfortable.

Susan jumped a little as his cock throbbed, then grinned at him.

"What do you do when you get horny?"

He looked at her with a goofy smile.

"You mean like a few minutes ago?"

She blushed.

"No, no, I mean, when you’re dressed. How do you...you know...carry it?"

"Oh..." He nodded. "It likes to ride straight up, but it pretty much does whatever it wants to do, and pokes wherever it wants to poke."

"Don’t you...I don’t know, have any control?"

He grinned. "Over my dick? Not a bit."

Mike did the same thing."

Matt grinned again. Sometimes he wondered that himself.

"Maybe it is."

"Does it make you do stuff?"

Matt blinked at her, and took the hairbrush from her.

"Like what?"

She shrugged and reached for her toothbrush.

"I don’t know. Like...like..." she shook her head again. "I don’t know. Mike used to say that all men thought with their dicks."

He grinned again, giving her an odd look.

"Wow. What a vocabulary. When did Miss Little Goodie-Goodie start swearing?"

Susan thought about that as she squirted some toothpaste onto the brush and ran it under the faucet.

"Apparently about a day ago, right after we had lunch together."

"Huh. And it’s all my fault, I take it?"

She grinned and pressed her ass into him again.

Matt quietly brushed her hair while she scrubbed her teeth. She enjoyed the feel of his cock pressed against her, suddenly feeling a little horny again.

He set the brush on the counter as she rinsed her mouth and turned back to him, smiling.

"There." She showed him her teeth, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Better?"

He picked her up and kissed her, and she closed her eyes as he cupped her ass and sat her down on the counter.

"Better," he agreed.

Susan felt something poking against her crotch, and looked down to see his dick, hard and throbbing again, pushing into her.

"I thought we needed to go," she whispered.

"It’s okay, everybody can wait for us.

Everybody, who? She wondered.

He kissed her, and she wrapped her legs around his ass, pulling him to her.

"Just one more for the road."

Her body twitched as he entered her, and she knocked her toothbrush clattering into the sink.

"Okay. Just...o-one...m-m-more..."

Unbelievable, Susan thought. I’m still...horny.

Her pussy was burning up, and little beads of moisture still dripped down her legs.

She shook her head.

Here I am, she thought, naked with a man I barely know, who’s just fucked me silly twice - hell, almost choked me to death with his cock - after spending all day playing with myself, and I can’t get enough.

It was beyond anything she’d ever experienced. It was like an overwhelming physical need.

Matt had just stepped into the bedroom after they’d finished their last bout of lovemaking, leaving her in the bathroom.

Something in her body screamed at her the minute he left the room and Susan had a completely irrational, crazy feeling that he was going to leave. She bolted out of the bathroom after him, and almost knocked him over as he bent over and picked up his clothes.

The sight of him bent over with his ass in the air sent the room spinning around her, and she had to grab him to keep from falling down.

"Hey!" he laughed at her as she clutched him in a panic.

This definitely isn’t normal, she thought.

Matt was more right than he knew when he called her a goody-two-shoes. Until Mike, she’d only had a couple boyfriends during high school and college. She never had the time, or any interest, really. And those didn’t stay around very long, after they learned that her education and then her career came first, before anything else.

She’d been a virgin until her senior year in college, until a friend invited her to a party in the football dorm with him.

Susan closed her eyes at the memory. He’d given her a cup of punch, telling her that she didn’t have to drink if she didn’t want to. The punch was good, and she’d actually started to wind down and enjoy herself. A cup or two later, though, and the party was swimming around her, and her ‘friend’ had her pinned to a couch, ripping at her clothes.

She woke up two days later, back at her room, naked and alone, looking and feeling a lot like she had when she woke up this morning. Even now, she had no idea how many times she’d been raped while she was unconscious, or how she got back to her dorm.

Later, Susan learned that she wasn’t the only girl invited to the parties and molested. In fact, it was a party ritual: every weekend, a couple girls who weren’t with the jock click were lured to the party and drugged, then raped, by whoever wanted them over a period of a couple days.

They were just another party favor.

Susan reasoned that she was lucky; she never got pregnant, never caught any diseases. The whole experience was awful, but she never reported it, and could only remembered bits of what happened.

It was her one dirty secret, her shame.

Susan kept it to herself, never telling anyone. Instead, she used the experience to motivate herself, and eventually, she managed to turn it into a positive, a good thing. She’d finished at the top of her law class, and she met Mike at his father’s firm, after she’d been hired to manage their corporate accounts.

Mike pursued her for months until she broke down and started to date him. And Susan had tried to forget the rape when they finally made love, when they decided to get married and have children.

She tried, but it was always at the back of her mind, and never quite went away. It defined her emotionally and she built her career on the seed of what happened to her. It had slowly poisoned her relationship with Mike, and her kids…

But now, with Matt...

She knew she wasn’t being herself. The coincidences were so strong...

Susan wondered again if somehow she’d been drugged. But it still didn’t make sense. All the sex/rape drugs she’d ever heard of in the course of her work didn’t make you...excited. They knocked you out, or at best just made you incapable of any action. And not for more than a few hours or so...

Maybe she’d just got drunk. And whatever inhibitions she had hit the wind when he took her home. After all, she’d been the one to actually pull him into the house last night.

Susan shook her head a little. She’d definitely lost her inhibitions. Letting him fuck her on her bathroom counter? Mike could barely get her to spread her legs for him in bed, much less in the shower or anywhere else.

She picked up Matt’s shirt, and he let her dress him. She used the chance to explore his body. When she finally buckled his belt, locking away his penis, she felt a moment of…what? Something that twisted in her stomach. Loss?

Maybe.

She kissed him through his pants. Maybe she just liked him. Susan sighed, and he grinned at her.

"Don’t worry. Remember, I promised you all the sex you can handle tonight."

It was like he could read her mind. She patted his crotch and stood up.

"Your turn."

She pulled open her dresser and rustled through her clothes.

"What should I wear? Jeans? I haven’t been out to a movie in a long time."

"Ah-ah-ah. No-no-no. No jeans." He pulled her away and sat her on the bed. "I told you I was going to get you ready, you just sit tight."

He stepped back and looked at her.

"Okay. I dig the prim schoolteacher look you’ve got going, but we’re gonna sex you up a little. Where’s your best lingerie?"

Susan grinned and pointed to the top drawer of her dresser.

"In here?" She nodded and Matt opened the drawer. She saw him whistle to himself.

"Do you actually wear this stuff?" He pulled out a lacy white satin bra, and a black garter belt with a pair of black silk stockings.

Susan blushed.

"Yeah, but not because...I mean, I like to feel pretty. You don’t like them?"

Matt cocked his eyebrow and knelt by her feet.

"What’s not to like? Call me an old fashioned chauvinist, but I think women should dress like this all the time."

He slipped the garter belt up her legs and Susan lifted her hips off the bed to help him.

"Really?"

He grinned. "You bet. Old Hugh got it right."

She was confused.

"Who?"

"No, ‘Hugh’.

She groaned. "Stop that. I mean, who are you talking about?"

"You ever read Playboy?"

She shook her head.

"Are you kidding?"

He grinned again.

"Well, Hugh - Hef - makes all the women who pose for the magazine look very soft and sweet. I’ve had a lingerie fetish since I was a kid."

He rolled up her stockings and she closed her eyes as he slipped them up her thighs. She’d forgotten how cool and smooth the silk felt against her skin. He attached the stockings to the belt with their little clamps, and pulled her to her feet.

"Keep your arms up. Just like that."

He pulled the bra straps over her arms and reached around her to clasp the back. She kissed his neck as she felt him struggle with the snaps, and giggled at him.

"Hey, look, don’t mock me, I prefer leaving these things on," he said, grinning back at her. "Or I just rip ‘em off. I’m not a pro at putting them on, especially when I can’t see what I’m doing."

Susan pushed him away and reached behind her back, snapping the hooks into place. She adjusted the straps and cupped her breasts for him.

She remembered a line her son had used on his girlfriend.

"Daddy like?"

Matt laughed and pinched her ass.

"Very perky."

He pulled a black slip out of the drawer, and she leaned against him as she stepped into it.

"Okay. Skirts and blouses," he asked as he settled it around her waist.

She pointed again. "Um, there and there." He bent over and searched through the drawers. "Uh, Matt, what about panties?"

He looked up at her and shook his head.

"Nope."

"But..."

He stood up, holding a white silk blouse and a black skirt.

"I said no." He shook out the blouse. "Now give me your hands."

He slipped the blouse on and buttoned it to the bottom of her breasts, leaving the collar open and showing off her cleavage, and then he buttoned the cuffs around her wrists. She could just make out the soft, lacy outline of her bra through the gauzy material of the blouse.

He shook out the skirt for her and she stepped into it, letting him pull it over her hips, and she helped him tuck in her blouse while he zipped her up. She started to finish buttoning her front, but he smacked her hand.

"Ow!"

"Stop it, then." He looked her up and down. "Jewelry?"

She opened a carved wood box on the dresser, and she grinned when he found her favorite pearl earrings. She felt another small tingle shoot through her body when he put them on for her.

"There’s a necklace that goes with these..." She stopped as he shook his head.

"Good idea, but no again. Do you have a jacket that matches that skirt?"

Susan opened her walk-in closet and searched through her clothes. She pulled out a black jacket and slipped it on. Matt stopped her as she tried to button it.

"Leave it alone." He looked in the closet. "All right. Now shoes. You have any high heels?"

She pulled out a pair of black pumps and slipped them on.

"Perfect."

She turned on the overhead light and looked at herself in the mirror at the back of the closet. Matt held her hands, and she spun for him.

"Okay, just two little things."

"What?"

Matt held her left hand and slowly pulled off her wedding ring.

"We get rid of this."

A flash of guilt ran through her as he tossed it casually onto the floor.

"Oh! Matt, that was..."

"Nothing. That was your old life." He cupped her chin in his hand, made her look him in the eye. "Whose bitch are you?"

"W-what?"

He shook her a little.

"I said, 'whose bitch are you?'"

Fear ran through her for a second, until she remembered the shower.

"I’m your little bitch," she said quietly.

He grinned and grabbed his jacket, pulled something out of his pocket.

"Good. Turn around."

He faced her towards her mirror and stood behind her.

"Hold your hair up, out of the way."

She folded her hair over the top of her head, and a prickling, burning sensation ran through her as he buckled a thick, heavy leather collar around her neck. He put it on tight, and she ran the tip of her finger around its edge.

"There. Now you’re mine."

She stared at him.

"What are you talking about?"

The look on his face scared her a little. He looked at his watch.

"Come on. We need to go."

 

She was horny again, squirming around in her seat, playing with the collar around her neck.

What the hell did he mean, ‘now you’re mine’?

When she asked him again, Matt just smiled at her and said, "Shhh. You’ll see."

So damn weird. But she was definitely ready again, wet and waiting. She had been ever since he buckled on the collar.

The whole business was baffling, and Susan was so distracted, she never thought to ask where they were going, or what they were going to see, until Matt backed into a parking spot and turned off the car.

"Here we are."

He got out and walked around to her side of the car, holding out his hand for her. He helped her out and she looked around.

Susan recognized this place.

They’d driven to one of the oldest sections of town, to the oldest movie house in the state, the Carver Theater. About fifteen years ago, when all the multi-plex theaters started popping up around town, business here had slowed enough that the old owner had sold the Carver for what pittance he could, and the new owner had turned it into a porno house, showing movies for the trench-coat-pervert-kiddie-rapist crowd.

This was one of the places her bill, when it passed, would help get shut down.

"You’ve got to be kidding me."

"C’mon. Trust me."

Matt pulled her reluctantly across the street, to the box office, where a fat, bald man sat, smoking a cigar.

"Two, please. Main theater."

Susan was shaking her head. Something about this felt really bad. A warning bell went off - No no no no no - screaming in her head, and the fat man seemed to blur behind the haze of smoke swirling around in the booth.

"That’ll be Fi’teen bucks."

Susan clutched Matt’s arm and the world seemed to spin around her as Matt handed the fat man a twenty dollar bill. The fat man gave him a five and a couple old-fashioned ticket stubs back.

"Good choice, Sonny."

He winked, and gave Susan a nasty, wicked grin.

"Enjoy the show."

Susan could hear him laughing as Matt pulled her inside. They passed a concession counter, where a skinny man missing his front teeth was busy picking his nose.

Matt examined the selection and turned to her.

"Do you want something to drink, or some popcorn?"

She stared at Matt. He seemed to be having a good time.

The skinny man pulled something green and elastic from his nose.

"Oh, God. No!"

Matt shrugged at the skinny man, who rolled his treasure between his thumb and forefinger.

"Nothin’?" He asked.

"Nope. Guess not."

"Thuit yourthelf," he lisped, and flicked the booger into the popcorn. He leaned over the counter and grinned at Susan as Matt led her to a door. "Hey, don’ worry, ‘hon. It juth addth flavor."

Susan shuddered, and Matt opened the door and ushered her into a noisy theater. She stopped short, letting her eyes get accustomed to the gloom.

The theater was huge, with a balcony above them.

Susan guessed there were about thirty or forty rows of seats running up from the old fashioned stage below the movie screen in the front of the theater. Each row was split into three columns, with about ten seats down the middle and four on each end. She had no idea how many the balcony held.

At least seven hundred seats, and every one looked taken. A loud, excited murmur filled the theater like a strange aura of expectation.

Susan looked around, flabbergasted.

"What are we here for?"

"It’s a special surprise."

What the hell is so special about this place, she wondered. She knew the building was so old it was on a list as a state monument. Maybe this was a benefit to renovate the theater.

"Your tickets, sir."

Susan jumped as a huge man, who looked as hairy as a bear and was dressed in an old-fashioned usher’s uniform, detached himself from the wall behind them.

Matt handed him their tickets, and the tall man shined a flashlight on them.

"Right this way, sir."

The creepy usher led them down the aisle.

She snuck her hand through Matt’s arm, for some reason not wanting to leave him even for a second. The loud buzz of voices she heard when they stepped inside quieted to a hush. Susan knew it was just her imagination, but she felt every eye on them as they sat down.

The sudden quiet was overwhelming. Susan felt something like awe directed towards Matt as he settled in, and a barely restrained animosity towards her.

Her little warning bell amped up, but Matt seemed completely relaxed. He smiled at the smelly, stinky creep sitting next to him and they struck up a conversation.

She tried to take in what she could in the gloom as the volume of voices around her slowly rose.

The stage looked real, probably left over from when the building actually had live performances. A small stairwell at each end of the aisles led up to the stage floor and the movie screen. It looked like there was an old, ratty mattress thrown up there, along with some chains and other junk. The room stank of unwashed bodies, stale alcohol, and worse; everybody around her looked like a bum, and they all seemed to be leering drunkenly at her.

If Matt hadn’t been here with her, she would have run screaming from the room.

A scrawny old man sitting to her left gave her a gap-toothed grin, and she leaned against Matt, as far away from the smelly man as possible. Matt smiled at her and patted her thigh, tickling the inside of her leg with his fingers. She felt a little rush of excitement at his touch, and she was instantly wet.

She leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"We should’ve stayed home."

He laughed a little and she moved his hand up her thigh, until it rested on her soft, curly mound. Susan felt her breath catch and she squirmed a little as his hand gently massaged her under her skirt.

God, she thought wistfully, it’s been less than an hour, and all I want to do is fuck him again. I’d even do him in his car.

The room spun around her as Matt’s finger slipped into her pussy, slowly sliding in and out. She closed her eyes and leaned her head on his shoulder, spreading her legs a little for him.

He played with her, and Susan wondered what it would be like trying to have sex with him in his little BMW. Her Lexus would be a lot easier. It was so much roomier... her eyes popped open as she realized that she’d left her car in Matt’s parking lot.

The scrawny old man next to her cackled wetly, coughing up a chunk of phlegm that he spit onto the floor. Susan stared at the man until she realized he was watching Matt rub her pussy.

Oh God, what am I doing?

She grabbed Matt’s hand and pushed it away, slapping her legs together and bolting straight up in her seat. Matt looked at her, surprised, and the scrawny man pointed to his hand and gave Matt a thumbs up.

Susan stared at the stage, blushing furiously as the scrawny man elbowed her arm and wiggled his eyebrows at her.

Matt just grinned and rubbed her thigh again.

His touch seemed to calm her down a bit. Susan started to relax as the fat man from the ticket booth was led down the aisle by the huge usher. He climbed the stairs to the stage, and the crowd applauded him. He bowed with a flourish, taking a microphone from the usher, who stepped back into the shadows.

The fat man tapped the microphone, sending a loud whine through the speaker system, and he grinned at his audience.

"Is this thing on?"

The lights dimmed even further, and the screen in back of him flickered to life. The fat man’s image loomed over the crowd.

Susan stared, then blinked, and stared again.

The man’s image on the movie screen was clear as day. But the real man, standing just a few feet in front of her, kept blurring in and out of focus, just like he had when he sold Matt his tickets.

Susan looked away. The rest of the crowd didn’t seem to notice. They just stared up at the stage, laughing at the man’s stupid jokes. Susan closed her eyes and shook her head. She’d assumed that all the smoke in the little booth had obscured her vision before, but now she wasn’t so sure. He still chomped on a cigar, and she could make that and the microphone out fine, but his face was just a dark, black blur.

Susan felt a knot of fear grow deep in her belly. Then she realized he was talking about her.

"And I’d like to welcome a special couple to tonight’s show. My buddy, Matt (a loud round of applause for Matt, who grinned), who you all know organized this little shin-dig, and his... (Susan saw the man’s face clearly for a second, then it melted away until she could just see his eyes, his shiny, beady little black eyes glaring down at her) ...lovely, lovely new friend, the reason we’re all here, your State Rep., Ms. Susan Manning!"

Oh, God! He didn’t just say her name, did he?

Panic surged through Susan as the man linked her with Matt. She felt her carefully constructed career suddenly slipping away.

And then she realized that he’d said ‘Ms.’ Not ‘Mrs. Susan Manning’ - ‘Ms. Susan Manning’. The irrational feeling of dread bubbled up and over, making her shiver.

Up on stage, the fat man was waving in their direction.

"Matt, why don’t you come on up and tell us what we’re going to be seeing tonight."

Susan couldn’t speak. She grabbed at Matt, not wanting him to leave her, but her hands groped at air as he stood up and waved, then bounded up the stairs to the stage to a standing ovation. The usher handed Matt another microphone, and he grinned out at the crowd. The fat man held up his hands, and the applause gradually settled down.

Matt cleared his throat.

"I’m sure you’re all excited to get the movie under way, but I’ll give you a quick introduction. What you’re about to see is a quick cut of footage that we shot last night, so Melvin and I will narrate as we go along." He shaded his eyes with his hand and looked up towards the projection booth. "Let’s get rolling, shall we?"

Susan hugged herself, crossing her arms under her breasts, and tried to sink back into her seat.

What the hell could this be? After two nights of complete weirdness, Susan thought she was ready for anything.

She was wrong.

 

The sound of a projector turning clicked away from in back of the theater, and the screen went dark, fading into a shot of a teenage girl, sobbing hysterically and running for her life through a rough-hewn, rocky tunnel.

The film was shot from what looked like a series of video cameras mounted on the walls and roof of the tunnels. It cut choppily from one position to another as the girl ran, turning corners, moving from one tunnel to the next.

The girl was naked except for a few clothes that were ripped and torn. And just steps behind her, an impenetrable black mass of rolling, tentacled shadows pursued her.

The girl caromed off a wall and fell, sliding on a rough, concrete floor. She scrambled with her feet and shot forward again, running full-tilt into a heavy door.

Susan got a good look at the girls face as she jerked the door open, and her hand shot to her mouth.

"Oh God."

Susan’s hand trembled as she recognized the poor girl, her face a mask of fear as she ran from whatever was chasing her.

"Rachel?"

Even as she said her name, Susan knew. The girl on the screen was her daughter.

Matt’s voice cut through the fog of fear that had settled around her, and Susan looked at him, happily smiling down at her from the stage.

"She’s really quite pretty when she’s frightened, isn’t she Sue? I never thought she was attractive before, but watching her now, well..."

Matt paused, and on screen, Rachel threw her slim body against the heavy door, pushing it shut. She was in a dark warehouse, and she turned and cringed like a trapped animal as rows of floodlights snapped on, one by one.

"Here’s our big scene, everybody." Matt told his audience.

Rachel leaned against the door, panting with terror, as a circle of a dozen muscular, naked men wearing nothing but black leather bondage masks closed in around her. In the middle of the circle, two more men, naked and leashed with heavy chains, frantically clawed the air at the sight of her.

Susan felt her world tilt at the sight of her husband and her son Todd, Their faces were twisted almost beyond recognition, and they pulled frantically at the chains keeping them from Rachel.

Rachel tried to run again, jumping into the wall of naked men who pushed her into the middle of the circle. She jumped back, whimpering, as her father snatched at her leg.

And then the masked men let him loose.

Susan almost fell out of her seat as she watched her husband attack her daughter, pulling her down and pinning her to the floor. Rachel was screaming as he rolled her onto her stomach and pried her legs open. He wedged himself between her legs, his penis hard and jutting straight out, and he fell on her.

The fat man chortled into his microphone. "She doesn’t look too excited to see her dad, does she?"

The men around Susan chuckled, and Susan felt tears roll down her cheeks as her husband brutally ripped into Rachel, groping and biting as he raped her.

And then the masked men let her son free.

"Can we get some sound for this?" Matt asked from the stage.

Speakers around the theater crackled to life, and Susan covered her ears as Rachel’s screams mixed with the cheers from the crowd.

Todd tried to shove his father off Rachel, and for a second, Susan thought he was trying to help her.

But Mike held on and Todd rolled them over until Rachel was splayed out on top of her father with her legs spread wide open, and Todd grabbed her arms as she feebly tried to fight him off. The cameraman angled his shot from behind Todd, so the entire theater could see Rachel’s face and her crotch as her brother penetrated her.

The crowd cheered again, and Susan screamed along with her daughter as Todd took her in two, quick thrusts.

Susan tried to stand and run, but strong hands grabbed her from behind and wrapped in her hair, pulling her back into her seat.

"You think you’re leavin’?" a voice from behind her growled. "You ain't goin’ anywhere until Matt or Melvin says you can, you fuckin’ bitch."

Susan choked as her dog collar was yanked tight against her throat, and she heard the clink of a chain and a metallic ‘click’, then someone gave two, short jerks against her new leash. He pulled her hair and bent her head back over the seat as someone took Matt’s chair.

"We wanna play wi’tcha for a while, bitch." The man behind her pointed at the movie screen. "’Sides, this shit is just gettin’ good. You don’t wanna miss the end. Uh-uh, nossir."

He let her hair go, and Susan tried to unbuckle her collar.

"Bad idea, bitch!"

The man behind her smacked the back of her head hard enough that Susan saw a white flash of light, and then her arms were yanked over her head. Susan felt cold metal slap around her wrists, and she cried out as her hands were pulled down behind her back, raising her slightly out of her seat and forcing her to bend backwards at the waist to alleviate some of the pressure.

She heard the scrawny old bum next to her chortle, and she gasped as she felt rough, callused hands running over her body, grabbing at her breasts and ripping her blouse open. Susan screamed as the man that sat next to her pulled her bra down under her breasts, then leaned over and sucked at her nipple.

"Oh God, no...!"

She kicked and twisted in her seat, and he bit down hard, sending a bolt of pain lancing through her chest. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched the scrawny old man to her left unzip his pants and pull out his penis, and then he was leaning over her too, licking his lips and running a cold hand under her skirt and up her thigh to her pussy.

On screen, Todd and Mike had developed a rhythm, both their faces scrunched tight as they fucked Rachel.

They had rolled onto their sides with Rachel sandwiched between them, and Mike thrust into her ass, forcing her forward onto Todd, and then Todd pounded into his sisters pussy, forcing her body back against her father.

The man behind Susan held her still, with her hands pinned behind her back and his hand tangled in her hair, forcing her to watch her daughter’s rape. The men who were sitting around her stood and started to line up to take the place of the two men pawing and biting at her body.

Matt and the other men on stage grinned down at her, and Susan squeezed her eyes shut.

"Ah-ah-ah, Susan. You need to see this. Homer, make sure she keeps her eyes open, please."

The man behind her hit her head, over and over. Susan bit her lip and squeezed her eyes together, tears of pain and fear rolling down her face, until the man covered her forehead with his hand and pried her eyelids open with his fingers.

"You do what Matt tells you, bitch! You un’nerstand?"

The scrawny man wrapped one of his legs around hers, forcing her legs open, and was finger-fucking Susan, jabbing his fingers into her pussy as the other man sucked her tits and jacked off in his pants.

On stage, Melvin was sweating like a pig, and his dick was ready to explode. Fuck this shit. Time to get the real show on the road, he thought.

"Gentlemen!"

His voice boomed over the speakers. All heads turned his way.

"Homer, why don’t you escort our new friend up here, if you please, before her suitors take their turns a little early. Manny, will you help carry her up?"

The huge usher appeared, looming over Susan, picked her up like she was a sack of potatoes and threw her easily over her shoulder. Her view spun and she got her first view of the man behind her - Homer - as he handed Manny her leash and climbed over her chair.

Susan gasped with shock.

Homer was a burn victim. He was hairless, and his nose and ears were completely missing. The flesh of his face had melted down over his eyes and mouth, and both his face and hands were covered with mottled, angry red scar tissue.

He leered at her and climbed over her chair. Most of the crowd followed them as Manny carried Susan up the steps to the stage.

On screen, Mike was pounding Rachel’s ass in a frenzy, and he let out a bellow as he came, squeezing her little breasts from behind. When he finished, he rolled off, his hands leaving red splotches across her chest. Todd pushed Rachel to the floor, pinning her hands against the concrete, and fucked her hard enough to make her titties bounce. Todd was pounding his sister so hard he popped out of her as he came, and squirted cum all over the dark triangle of hair covering her little pink pussy.

He collapsed, senseless, on top of her, and the screen went dark.

Manny dropped Susan to her knees on the stage, yanking her leash hard until she choked and kneeled in front of Matt and Melvin.

Melvin bent over her and grabbed her chin in his thick hand. Susan tried to focus on his beady, black eyes as his face swam in and out of focus around them.

His fleshy lips parted in an emotionless grin, and Susan shook uncontrollably as a spasm of lust flooded through her.

"Did you like the movie we made for you?"

Susan felt her pussy get wet at the sound of his voice, and she would have collapsed if Manny hadn’t grabbed the chain linking her handcuffs and held her up by her arms.

"Wh-what did you do to them?" She stammered.

His wicked grin spread further across his face. Susan wondered why she could see that, and his eyes, so clearly, when the rest of him was like a swirling, black cloud, sneaking around the edge of her vision.

"We drugged them, of course, just like you."

"What?"

He smiled and gestured at Matt.

"I’m sure you’ve noticed over the past day or two how strangely...excited you’ve felt. Even now, with these awful men touching you, after what you’ve seen what happened to your family, I’m sure you’re wet and ready for action. Shall we check? Hmm?"

Melvin slipped his hand into her open blouse and cupped her breast. Susan shivered with excitement.

Suddenly, everything fell into place. She glared at Matt, who grinned back at her.

"You did this to me?"

Matt nodded as Melvin yanked her blouse open, giving the men gathering around her a better view of her breasts.

"Matt just slipped you a few small doses of the same drug we gave your family. It’s highly addictive, by the way. You’ll find that you need to ingest at least a small dose every day, or..." He shrugged. "It also has some other, unusual effects. For example, imprinting. Baby birds, when hatched, bond with the first creature they see. With this drug, females who take it experience almost immediate and overwhelming arousal. It’s a perfect date-rape drug, we’ve found. The female is usually conscious and very responsive, at least for a small amount of time. The imprinting happens during sex right after the drug is first taken. And the arousal grows exponentially over time, until satiated."

Melvin grinned.

"Unfortunately, for the female, only the person she was with during the imprinting can actually fulfill the urge." He patted her face again. "I bet you had quite an afternoon, hey? Spent most of it whacking your clam, until Matt came to pick you up?"

Melvin slid his hands down her body and rucked her skirt over her hips. Susan heard the material rip and tear, and a loud cheer went up from the men around her as her naked ass was exposed.

"I think they approve of your choice of clothing, my dear."

Melvin ran his hand over her ass and fingered her asshole. He cupped her pussy with his other hand, and Susan closed her eyes in shame as her body responded to him.

"Perfect. Ready and waiting."

Susan bit her lip as he played with her. He patted her crotch and stood up.

Her voice was husky. "What did you do with my family? Where are they?"

He sighed and lit another cigar.

"Well. As you may have noticed, the drug is not so kind to men. Not kind at all." He shook out his match. "And you, my dear, you have been a very bad girl. As a public servant, you have made many, many of my friends very angry over the recent legislature you’ve proposed. Matt here cooked up a little plan so you can apologize and actually put your job to use benefiting those who you have slandered and disgraced by your conservative muck-raking."

He gestured to the usher.

"Manny, this would be a good time to introduce Susan to our friends. If you would be so kind as to let them in?"

"Sure, thing." Manny grunted and pushed through the crowd. Melvin turned back to Susan.

"And as for your husband. Well, he simply owns most of this town, and most of what he has, I want." He grinned. "Your daughter is fine." He gestured at the screen with his cigar. "And I think she’s going to be a big star, if she keeps giving us performances like the one we just watched. Don’t you boys?"

The men packed on stage cheered again.

"You’re probably wondering how we got to them. Well. Apparently, your daughter had quite the crush on our friend Matt here, and it was a simple thing to get her to let us into the house." He shrugged and smoked. "Truthfully, they didn’t put up much of a fight. We drugged your daughter first, and we let her live her little fantasy about Matt. I understand she was, well, pure?"

He looked at Matt.

"Pure and virginal."

Melvin grinned.

"Pure as snow. Now, your husband was kind enough to show us his will, though not without a little prodding. Did you know that your little Rachel and her brother stand to inherit everything?" He lowered his voice and spit out a chunk of tobacco. "Everything. Not a bit left over for you though, my dear, when your husband passes on. Must be very exciting for your children, I would think. Well. I can’t see why we would need your son, though, since Rachel is now imprinted to Matt. So..."

A growing sense of horror built in Susan as Melvin spoke.

"It seems your family was going to take a little vacation to the mountains. You may not know this, but your husband seems to have had a teensy drinking problem."

Melvin’s face drifted apart and when it melted together again, his grin was feral.

"In a week, or a month - sometime soon - the authorities will get a quick phone call, detailing an accident." He waved at the movie screen with his cigar. "And I thought it only fair to give your husband and son a nice little, well, send off."

The crowd parted as Susan stared at Melvin in horror. The usher pushed back through, followed by a dozen masked and naked men. They pushed the crowd back, and several of the masked men with video cameras positioned themselves around Susan.

The screen overhead blinked back to life, and Susan saw an image of herself looming overhead, completely surrounded by hundreds of evil, vile looking men.

"Y-you killed them?"

Melvin puffed happily, his body fading in and out of her vision.

"I’m afraid so, dear. You see, well, we need your daughter, for obvious reasons. But she’s not yet of age to claim her inheritance. You have, unofficially, become the guardian of her estate. And so, since I don’t have the patience to sit and wait, and despite the annoyance you’ve become with your meddling politics, I need to keep you alive, at least for a while. And luckily for you, Matt managed to convince me you’ll be much more valuable to me in your office than in the ground. So..."

He patted her face.

"I’m going to give you the chance, over the next few days, to personally give a very special apology to each and every gentleman here, who, afterwards, I believe will be more than happy to vote for you at the next election."

Melvin fished a tiny key from his pocket and unlocked her handcuffs. Two of the naked men immediately grabbed her wrists.

"So I will keep supplying you and your daughter with your daily fix. And to keep her safe, you will happily administer your daughter’s estate as I see fit, and you will exercise your political influence and social standing among those new friends of ours who may not yet see eye to eye with my...special needs, shall we say?"

He clapped his hands and looked around.

"Well! Matt, I sense the natives are getting restless. I think it’s time we share this bitch with our friends here." Melvin unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. "I think I’ll indulge myself as well."

Susan screamed in horror. Instead of the cock she expected, a huge, black slimy monstrosity slithered out towards her.

Melvin grinned at Matt and grabbed Susan by the back of her head.

"You gonna stick around?"

Matt shook his head.

"I think I’m going to pay another visit to her daughter, but I’ll see you in a couple days. Here..." Matt tossed Melvin a round metal ring. "In case she bites."

Melvin grinned and pried open Susan’s mouth. He shoved the ring in, making her gag.

"Let’s make a movie!" he roared.

 

Manny and Homer followed as Roscoe helped Matt push through the crowd.

He paused at the door to the lobby, and turned to watch the crowd swarm over Susan. On the screen above, Melvin was forcing his cock into her wide-open mouth.

Something wasn’t right, and Matt couldn’t put his finger on it.

"You okay boss?" Manny clapped his shoulder with a hand the size of a small ham.

He shook his head and looked at Roscoe.

"Where’s Rachel?"

Roscoe licked his lips through the gap where his front teeth should’ve been.

"She’s on a plane to California, justh like you asthked."

Matt nodded. "Good. I want her as far away from here as possible."

"She gonna live with your other little fuck-girls down there?"

Matt nodded.

"You really make her take those drugs?" Manny wondered.

"No."

Homer tilted his head toward the stage. "Melvin wanted you to."

Matt considered how much to tell these three. He’d known Roscoe and Manny for some time now, but Homer was a new member of Roscoe’s crew.

"Yeah. But why?"

Manny shrugged.

"I dunno. It’s not like you needed her to."

"Exactly."

Matt looked back at the screen.

A scrawny old bum had taken Susan from behind and was furiously screwing her in the ass while Melvin fucked her face. Two other men had her hands wrapped around their cocks, forcing her to stroke them, and an assortment of hands groped her body.

The entire crowd of men waited their turn, dicks in hand.

They were all homeless, many of whom Susan’s legislature had displaced, others that had slipped by the police during their sweeps. Even more had just been released from prison. Roscoe and his crew had rounded them up on the night Matt took Susan to dinner, and Matt knew they were as horny as hell. There were hundreds, and Melvin had provided them all with free concessions earlier in the evening, while they waited - everything spiked with a drug cocktail - doping them up for the days ahead.

"You mind if I thtay here and enjoy mythelf?" Roscoe lisped.

"How many other guys do you have here?

Roscoe shrugged. "Maybe ten. Twelve. Somethin’ like that."

Matt nodded. "Sure. Just try to keep things under control, okay? She’s no good to anybody dead."

Roscoe patted Matt’s shoulder and grinned.

"Don’ worry. I’ll fuck her twice for ya boss."

Manny looked at the woman on screen and rubbed at his crotch.

"You want to stay too?" Matt asked.

Manny shook his head.

"Nah. Too many to wait for. I’m gonna go find myself a bar and a ‘Ho, and drink myself stupid. Wanna come along?"

Homer grinned. "Sounds good to me. That bitch’s pussy’s gonna be as wide as the grand canyon in a couple hours."

"All right. You guys go have fun."

The huge man clapped Matt on the shoulder again.

"What ‘bout you, boss?"

Matt pushed open the door.

"I’ve got some stuff to take care of. And I’ve got a date to plan with my old sister-in-law."

Matt watched Roscoe blend into the crowd and took a last look back at Susan as Manny and Homer followed him out the door.

 

-- To be continued --

Once a break is in order, we come to the meadow. It splashes with color where bright orange tufts of Indian Paintbrush rise above the cool, mossy, layer of ground cover. The pink phlox raises faded faces to the sun, gasping for the effort to catch the last few rays of energy needed to nurture the seeds for the next generation. A sparkle of yellow catches my eye as the breeze pushes patches of buttercups into place around patches of stone.

Thirsty, I unscrew the cap from my canteen and take a dose of the tinny canteen water. I feel crisp relief as I swallow, hardly sensing the ooze of water on my chin and the quick swipe of my forearm to erase it. I look at you, and you are no stranger to the whisper of Spring. You look as though you are about to dance. I laugh softly, thinking how wonderful the fresh air tastes. How delicious to be out on the trail this time of year!

You have an uncanny, impish look on your face, as you open your own canteen, and I shriek with surprise, as a dash of cold water hits me, then gushes across my back and down through my shorts. The chill of a wind blows the clean smell of pine along as it sweeps down off the peak, raising goosebumps along my flesh.

You laugh, and throw another unexpected splash of water at me, dousing me good, even as I weave away. In a rush of retaliation, I scramble for my own canteen. A water-fight ensues. I get the worst of it. You smile broadly as you catch sight of my cold-hardened nipples, now visible through my soaked shirt. I spring at you in a tackle. We crumple to the ground, a jumble of giggles and pokes.

You peel my shirt up, and I gasp with the sudden warmth as you swallow my right nipple into your mouth. The warmth of your mouth courses through my body, the left nipple still tight and cold--the contrast is immediate. I feel the ache deep inside of me to have you suckle my breasts, like a nursing child. I want you to bite them softly and urgently, feeling nipples hard against your tongue. We melt together on the soft ground staving off the chill of Spring.

My cut-offs feel cold and clammy between my thighs. Once I have a chance, I twist open the buttons and wriggle free. You slide your hands down my body to my damp panties, and peel them back, kissing me once through my panties. The warmth of your lips against me imprints me like a brand. You slide back up my body, and pull me in tightly. My breasts press fully against yours, still beneath your clothing, willing you to take me away forever.

There in the fold of the meadow, you take off my clothing, piece by piece, memorizing me. Your touch is so soft that it almost tickles, and I am surprised by the care you take to discover me. Then I’m naked, and you lay near me. My body aches to take you in.

Once you’ve stopped writhing against me, your mouth moves into a voiceless "now." I softly kiss your neck below your ear. I press in and feel the wetness from your clothes clammy against my skin. I part my thighs and roll down over your leg. I grind my pussy into your knee and gasp in surprise to feel just how ready I am. With my leg, I push against your crotch,and you raise slightly to receive the pressure.

I kiss my way down your neck, unbuttoning your shirt as I go. I move down over your bra where it fastens in front, and on to your navel. I open your pants. You arch against me, so I can unzip them and keep sliding them off. I unfasten your boots and move them aside. Then I unclip your bra like I am opening a package. I push the bra cups away under your arms. Underneath, you tremble like a leaf in the breeze. Your nipples are hard and tangible. I want to take them into my mouth at once, but instead, I blow softly against them, and watch them rise in anticipation.

I lean forward and take your right breast into my mouth. My hair falls all over your C cup breasts, spreading out. The soft silkiness of my curls all but covers you. Underneath, I move my tongue against your nipple, and suck hard, then stop for a second, giving you a chance to react.

You arch below me. I move a hand to your waist, to the band of your soft, white panties. I sit up to pull them down, slowly. I am so turned on to see the subtle brownness of your hair. I touch a curl tentatively, just to see that it is really there. You push against my finger, almost unaware that you are doing so. I keep sliding your panties off, until you can open your legs.

I fight the urge to simply study you. Your body looks pure, so perfect. You lie between my legs and I just look at you. Your breasts are so pretty, your nipples much darker brown than my own. Your nipples are hard; they stand out further than mine. I start massaging your thighs, and move my hands up to the front part of your hips and then stream my hair over your belly. I could swallow you alive, you know. Then I lean in, and taste that first taste. I thrust my tongue into your folds, and inhale your sweet nectar. You taste gloriously different than I do! I’m almost surprised, but then I realize that this is such a personal observation, and there might be new flavors tomorrow.

I settle in between your legs and start licking at your cunt. I nibble at the insides of your thighs. Next, I thrust my tongue inside your vagina, then lap upwards and lean into your clit. You squirm a bit below me, so I ease off, then dig in, concentrating on your clit. I try to suck a little, lap a little, then start flicking the tip of my tongue left to right across the tip. You sigh. I know I’m hitting something right, so I stay put, until you start to arch and twist. I settle a little lower, and thrust my tongue in and out of your vagina, wishing it was a big dick. Then I lap deeper back, and taste your ass.

After a few minutes, you scramble around and I know you want to taste me too. The ground is chilly, but not too cold. I lay with my back on the ground, the grass smells so new. You straddle my face, facing my toes. I keep mixing it up, lapping at your labia, flicking in and out of your cunt, playing with your clit. Then I slow down, because I’m really liking the way you’re playing with me. You have your mouth in a slight suction against my clit and your fingers are toying with my asshole. Your tongue starts lapping against my clit, like a butterfly fluttering there.

Oh I like the way you eat pussy! I spread my legs open, trying to give you access to whatever you want. I lay there for what feels like hours, at least until you start feeling neglected. You sit up and grind your pussy against my mouth. I open my mouth, and your inner lips slide inside. I lap at your clit. I feel deliciously distracted, you’re all in my face, and lower on my body, my clit’s throbbing where your mouth shows me no mercy.

"Oh shit!" You’ve got your tongue flicking against my clit and I almost can’t stand it! It feels so so good! Too good to believe. "Oooooh, ooh shit! Oh my god!" I writhe and you keep after me, holding my hips and going after my clit with your tongue. I feel the climax start to wash over me, going from the pleasant, comforting buzz in my pussy, to a full spasm of delight. "OH MY GOD!"

You take two fingers and insert them into my vagina. You start stroking me, probing me, your tongue on my clit on the top, your fingers against my G-spot on the other side. "Ooooh! Oh, oh, oh! DAMN!" And I start crying out, "Fuck, fuck, Keep it going, keep it going." Your fingers twitch against my pleasure node. "Fuck that feels so good!"

I keep writhing and twisting and you resume licking my cunt. When the sensation gets a little too intense, you ease off a little, then start milking it back into another spasm, another throbbing intense rhythm that washes through my entire body. "Shit, shit, shit!" I have my eyes closed and my hands clenched into fists. My whole body reels with incredible sensations. I can’t help but curl my toes. Oh my God! You’re such an awesome lover!

You don’t let up. You’ve moved over to my left and have settled in to watch. When the twitching subsides, you put your hand back over my pussy and start working it again, first gently, then as I start to come another time, you press your finger harder and start stroking me persistently, your thumb down against where I pee, drawing the intensity there. Then back to my clit. Then back to my urethra. Then back to the clit. So divine! I’m lost inside my head.

I twitch. You feel my PC muscles tighten and probe against them at the opening of my cunt. "Shit! Oh, oh, oh shit!" Your fingers probe inside. You watch me shudder. "Fuck!"

I can’t help it. I haven’t come like this in years! I feel like I’m your instrument, that your fingers are plucking an orgasm from my sweet pussy in the same way you might coax a symphony out of a violin. In the same way you might paint a masterpiece by mixing three primary colors. My stomach quakes from the exceptional workout you’re giving me.

We play back and forth. I work you up to a frenzy, then you concentrate on me. Then we switch. We lay there up on the mountaintop with the grass blowing and the pine boughs swaying, totally spent. Then reluctantly, we pull our clothes back on and chase down the path, getting to our car just as the sun falls over the horizon, and the sky stains the clouds purple. It's late, after seven, when the night creeps in to take over. We drive home in silence, still holding the exhilaration close.

He stopped by the end of the bed and turned back to look at me. His large, brown eyes caught a ray of sunlight and glinted. He was smiling again, that cheeky, ladish grin told me he was relieved that I was there with him and that his request had been granted. He made to remove his shorts, pushing a thumb in either side, but I stopped him. I took hold of both his arms and held them away. And then I pulled him towards me so that our faces were almost touching. I looked into his deep, longing eyes and smiled. Lost for words I simply kissed him lightly on the mouth where I could taste the musky, lingering smell of my own cum mixed with his youthful scent.

I lay him down on his back and sat beside him on the edge of the bed. Twisting myself around I could lean over him and bear down to kiss his forehead. He tried to grab me and pull me onto him, but again I stopped him. I wanted him to know who was in charge and so placed his arms on the pillow above his head. Like this he was prone, open and defenceless.   And like this I could see his whole, smooth skinned body stretched out below me, mine for the taking. I kissed his forehead again and could smell his shampoo. His short, dark hair was gelled and groomed. He may have been a labourer by day but after work he took trouble to preen himself. His hair was washed, his face, save for the trace of sweat from his earlier exertions, was clean, closely shaved, no stubble. I ran my fingers across his soft cheek, cupping it in one large hand and tracing the shape of his nose with my thumb. As it crossed his lips I pushed a little harder and it slid in. Immediately his hot mouth was working on it, desperate to be sucking again. I smiled. He was eager and he was willing. But he would have to wait.

With his arms resting behind his head the downy soft hair beneath them was exposed to me and my mouth travelled there to explore and lick. He squirmed slightly, not sure if he liked this mild torture, and I knew that no one had ever done this for him before. My tongue moved across his chest, my nose nuzzling the small V of hair between his firm pecs before my mouth came to linger above a small, hard nipple.   I shifted my own arms so that I was gripping his, pinning him gently down to the mattress. And then my tongue flicked across the top of the nipple. Just one slight touch and I heard him gasp, felt him struggle slightly in my grip. But I was not going to let him go. If this was exciting him, just wait until I got lower down. I flicked the nipple again and again he made a sound. This time it was a murmur of pleasure and encouragement. I drew the sensitive, erect mound into my mouth and worked my tongue around it some more; pushing down with my face so that he could feel my weight on him. His hips rose and his chest tried to fight me off, pushing back at me. But I had him held. I gave him a couple of tiny, painless bites and his moaning crescendoed. And then I released my pressure and travelled back to the other side.

He received the same treatment there and returned the same sounds of enjoyment, but now he was not fighting back, he was offering up words in Greek, softly spoken and almost begging. I glanced up from where I was teasing him with my mouth and his eyes were wide in wonder. I paused, he smiled. I caught him off guard and clamped his nipple between my teeth, just hard enough to see him push his head back into the bed, close his eyes and let out a deep groan.

And then I was on the move again, trailing down the flat belly, wetting the whisper thin line of hair that led like a map to the top of his shorts. As I did this I carefully climbed across his legs, coming to kneel between them so that I had him laid out before me. I looked at him again but his eyes were closed. His arms, though, were still obediently lying beyond his head in submissive compliance. I looked back at the slim body, placed my large hands on each hip bone and pushed my tongue into his belly button. He squirmed and raised his hips. I pushed them back down with my grip and started to kiss lower. I could smell the fabric of his shorts, the washing powder even, and I could taste the salt on his skin. Being careful not to touch the straining hardness that was bound within, I gave him firm kisses on his shorts. Starting out at his hips and working my way into his inner thigh. Pushing his legs a little further apart I was able to burrow my face in deeper, pushing up the leg of his shorts and revealing a slight growth of dark hair, just between his balls and the top of his legs where the pelvic bone shows through. Without warning I clamped my mouth around his flesh in there and worked it hard with my tongue. He thrashed beneath me, making short grunting sounds as his body tried to twist free. But it was not to be. Pinning him harder I flashed to his other side, giving the same treatment to the never before explored area. Again he writhed and gasped and I smiled to myself knowing that I was showing him something new, something exciting, something he could teach to the other lads he hung out with.

I gave him a pause; worked my way down his strong, muscled legs until I came to his long, brown feet. Now I was kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed and I drew his legs in together. From there I could look up the length of his body, but his face was obscured now by the straining bulge in the front of his skin tight shorts. All he wanted was for me to strip them from him and give his cock the same attention as he had given mine. But he was going to have to wait for that, I had another treat in store for him before I allowed either of us the satisfaction of working on his cock.

I took his ankles in my hands and started to turn him, he knew what I wanted and rolled onto his stomach without resistance. From my crouched position I could see along his legs, well toned and with only a soft covering of dark hairs, to the small mound of his arse. It was tempting me closer. I started to work my way back up, kissing and nibbling from the soles of his feet, always upwards, always slowly, until I reached the back of his knees. As soon as I started working my tongue in there the sounds he made amplified. His legs stiffened as he felt this new sensation shoot through him and I could see his hips lift from the bed as the pleasure/pain flashed from his legs to his groin and back again. I teased him some more, drinking in the scent of his innocence and revelling in the joy these new sensations were giving him.

And then it was time to move closer to my goal; to the silky smooth skin that I would find beneath those secret-keeping shorts. As I moved up between his legs they parted willingly, allowing me access to where he now knew I was going. My hands stroked the way ahead, flattening the downy hairs on the back of his legs, stroking his flesh and massaging my route to his arse. When I reached it I was able to take one cheek in each of my wide palms and claw at his muscles as he had done at mine, pulling the material of his shorts up so that they would be even tighter at the front. And then I took both sides of the shorts in one hand and twisted so the material came together in one line; pulled upwards and it slid in between his arse cheeks, revealing the dark, smooth flesh to me on either side. And then I pulled just a little harder so that he could feel the tension against his hole.

His groans had now turned to near desperate sobs, and he had buried his face into the sheets to muffle the sounds he was unable to control. With his shorts wedged up against him like this I started to kiss his cheeks. One side then the other, wetting them with my saliva, sucking them in between my lips and taking small bites, just to let him know I had him at my command. His hips ground into the bed making circular movements, rubbing his swollen cock against the sheets below. His arse rose to meet me as I chewed it, licked it, savoured it.

And just when he thought I could show him no more ecstasy I pulled the back of his shorts down revealing to me his darkly puckered hole. It was begging to be serviced, his hips pushing it up towards me, opening him out. And I had led him on far enough. Pulling the shorts as far from my target as I could I leant down towards him and rested my stubbled chin on the top of his hairless arse crack. Then slowly, applying pressure, drew my face downwards, scratching at his sensitive, untouched flesh and making him moan louder. I felt my chin scrape over his hole and he gasped a high pitched sound of surprise. And then my tongue was on it. Flicking at it, poking gently as I drew in the sweet scent of his sweat. It flicked harder, started to penetrate, to part the virgin ring little by little until it was exploring just inside. My mouth surrounded his hole, my nose buried deep into his cheeks and I pulled his arse open a little wider.

He was pushing back into me with more force now. His words were muffled but they urged me on. His hips rose with more desperation and I could feel his head twist from side to side. I pulled him up to his knees and he took the position gratefully, saying ‘yes,’ through his wild groaning. My hands were around his hips, so slender that my fingers almost touched in the front. I gave him more of my stubble, grating it across his slippery anus as I slurped up and down his crack. And then I let my hands slip to the front of his shorts where his young cock was still trapped and straining. As I dug my tongue deeper into him I let my fingers gently play down his solid shaft, barely tickling it through the cotton. I cupped his small balls in one hand and rolled them around, my fingertips playing on them, stroking them. He was working himself up to come. I could feel his body start to spasm, I could hear louder whimpers of desperation. I was going to bring him off without touching the flesh of his 19 year old cock. I just ran my fingernails up and down his shaft, scratched at its engorged head through the shorts and pinched it with my nails as I worked on his ball sack and chewed out his arse.

He was thrusting back into my face with more force now, circling his arse around and pushing back wanting me in deeper. But he would get that later. Later I’d be doing this with my thick cock buried in him. We had all night. He could wait. For now I just wanted to feel him struggle with delight, hear him gasp and whine like a caged puppy as I brought him close to the edge just by licking his hole and torturing his shaft.

In desperation he tried to reach in under himself and grab for his cock, but I was stronger and pushed his hands away. He tried to fight back. I just parted his cheeks further and ground my tongue into his soft, warm insides. He tried to twist around but I kept him pinned there with one squeeze of his small, vulnerable nuts. He gave in, his head slammed down onto the bed and he let out a slow, long moan.

This was it. With a quick movement I tugged the front of his shorts, finally releasing his swollen cock and heard it slap up against his stomach. I gripped his hips with my hands and started ramming him back into my face, fucking his arse with my tongue, not giving him a chance to do anything but succumb to orgasm. I didn’t touch his cock again, I didn’t need to, I just kept pulling him back, pushing him away, pulling him back, going in deeper, listening to him moan, getting louder, getting nearer, digging my stubble into the red raw flesh of his crack, gripping him tighter, feeling him tremble in my hands, as my relentless rhythm sent him over the edge. He let out a deep, angry grunt, then another and his sphincter contracted. He jolted back into me with a sudden spasm and his body went rigid. I could hear the splat of cum hitting his chest, hitting my bed and I could hear him grunt again and again as my rimming continued until every drop was out of him and he started to slow down.

I kept working on him there while his gasps subsided into deep breathing. Kissing his round cheeks and stroking gently at the red marks that my face had left. I worked my thumb around his hole, slipping it over and then in with the lubrication of my spit. He moaned contentedly as my thumb went in and I knew then that there would be more to come. My cock was solid again and I was ready to unload my second wad of the night into his tasty Greek arse. But he was not ready. Not yet, and besides, I’d not yet tasted, nor even seen, his youthful lad cock in the flesh.

I let him lie flat on his stomach, knelt up and wiped my mouth. And then I lay down over him so that my cock rested hard and ready along his hairless crack. I wrapped my arms around him from behind and he searched for my hands under himself. We lay, our sweat mingling in the warmth of the evening, and he pulled me tighter down onto him.

‘I want you to fuck me,’ he whispered. ‘But se ligo.’

‘Se ligo?’ I replied?

‘In a while,’ he said and there was a dreamy, far away contentment in his voice.

‘We have all night.’

He turned his face to mine and kissed me, long, hard almost desperate. ‘And let’s take all night,’ he replied and pushed his compact little arse back into the hardness of my cock.

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I was setting on the sofa and she walked up and wiggled her tits almost in my face and said "Do you like them? I told her they were beautiful. "You can feel them if you want" I was almost in a trance as I put my hand on her perfect rounded tits and squeezed them. She pushed back and before I knew what was going on I had one of them in my mouth sucking on it. She was moaning and saying "suck them big brother suck both of them". By this time my cock was as hard as a rock and bulging in my shorts. She sat on my lap and started rubbing my cock through my shorts. "You have a nice big cock there brother, let's take it out so I can see it" I pulled down my shorts and briefs and my cock sprang up. She let out a little scream and grabbed it and started pumping it slowly. I couldn't believe what was going on. Here I was with my 13 year old sister and she had my cock in her hand as I sucked her tits.

She stood up and pulled her shorts down and threw them away and said "take my panties off brother". I reached out and pulled down her panties to see a small patch of hair on her pussy. I rubbed her and slid my finger into her little slit to find that she was very wet. She got down on her knees in front of me and opened her mouth and started sucking my the big head of my cock. "Oh Janice we shouldn't be doing this, you are my sister and besides that I'm much to old for you". She just looked up at me and continued to suck and jack my cock.

Here I was home for only less than an hour and I had my little sister sucking my cock and enjoying every minute of it. I had laid back on the sofa and my 8" cock was sticking straight up as she sucked the head and licked it. She pulled her mouth off and said "I need you in me, I need you to fuck me" and before I could say anything she was on my lap with a leg on each side with my cock touching the hair on her cunt. I was totaly out of control by now and all I wanted to do was get my cock in her sweet little pussy and fuck for dear life. I guided my cock to her small fuck hole and rubbed it up and down a couple of times and then it happen, she lowered her self and I had the head of my cock in her pussy. She was so tight and wet I wanted to just ram all of my cock in her but thought better. I ask her if she had ever been fucked before and she shook her head yes as she began to ride my cock up and down going deeper with every stroke. I looked down and watched my cock slowly disappear into her tight little cunt.

After she had buried all of me in her she started to bounce up and down and I shoved my cock up to meet her every stroke. She had her eyes closed and was moaning " Oh Oh Oh" with every stroke. She was so tight I knew I wouldn't last long and she bucked up and down on my cock. "Oh fuck me big brother, fuck me the way I've always wanted you to fuck me." Oh shit sis I'm about to cum should I pull out"? NO keep fucking me and shoot your cum in my belly" She made about three more bounced and she started with a low moan that keep getting louder until she almost screamed out "I'm cummmmmminnnnngggg" With that I started to pump a full load of cum deep into her pussy. We slowed the pace and I unloaded every drop of cum I had in her. She leaned over and kissed me and said "I have dreamed of this for a long time and it was just as wonderful as I ever thought it would be" I told her that she was the best fuck I had ever had and we decided that there would be much more of this before the week end was up.

 

Two hours had passed and I was sitting comfortably in a corner booth watching the front door.   When Cathy walked in all eyes in the place were on her.   I literally had to shut my mouth that had fallen open.   Cathy was dressed to the nines in a short, black leather skirt, four-inch ankle strap heels, stockings and a red stretchy top that perfectly accented her figure even giving her a hint of cleavage.   She had on blood red lipstick and her eyes were an amazing green.   “Don’t remember those eyes.” I thought to myself as she came over to my booth, heels clicking softly on the tile floor.   Cathy sat down, my eyes drawn to her crossing legs.   “Hi!” she said brightly.   “Been waiting for me long?”   “You look AMAZING!” I replied.   “Thanks, I try.” “So what would you like to drink?” I queried.   “Oh, whatever you’re having I guess.   I am not much of a coffee drinker.”   I ordered two French roast grandes and turned my attention back to my date.   “Prospects are looking up for tonight.” I thought.   We chatted for a while and got to know one another.   I was enjoying myself immensely when Cathy looked at her watch. “I should be getting home.   It is getting late.”   “Let me walk you home.”   I offered.   “Oh no, I will be fine.   My apartment is just a couple of blocks away.”   “I insist.   You look way to good to be alone on the street at this time of night.” I grinned.   “Well, if you insist.” Cathy smiled.   “Lets go.”   Getting up, I opened the door for Cathy and we stepped out into the night.   “Pretty slick there ace.”   I thought to myself.  

 

We walked the two blocks quickly laughing and talking the whole way.   I took Cathy’s hand about half way there and she didn’t protest.   Arriving at her door, I turned Cathy around and leaned in close.   “Can I see you again?”   I asked.   Of course I was hoping she was going to invite me in, but I thought I should play it cool for now.   “Yes, in fact, why not right now?”   With that, Cathy gave me a subtle lick on my lips and turned her attention to the key.   Opening the door she stepped inside quickly motioning me to follow her.   I stepped into the darkness unable to make out many features.   Taking my hand, Cathy led me down a hallway and into a large room.   “Kind of big for a bedroom.” I thought.   But those thoughts were quickly gone as I felt Cathy’s warm soft lips pressing against mine.   Backing me toward the bed, she started tugging at my shirt and pulling on my belt buckle.   I fell backward on the bed with Cathy on top of me, her tongue darting back and forth in my mouth.   Soon I was naked, my cock standing at attention.   “Here, take this.”   Cathy had a small blue pill in her hand.   “I don’t need that.” I replied.   “Oh, you will” she said.   “For what I have planned for us you will need it!”   Shrugging, I swallowed the pill and accepted the drink she handed me.   We lay back down on the bed and went back to making out.   That is the last thing I remember before falling asleep.   I suddenly couldn’t keep my eyes open.   When I awoke the room was brightly lit.   I tried to get up but found that my hands were tied behind my back.   I was laying, chest down, on a type of padded bench with my legs splayed apart and my knees on a padded platform below the bench.   I surveyed my surroundings and noted several different types of paddles, whips, straps, chains, etc. lining the walls.   I was in, I guessed, her dungeon.   About this time I heard the click clack of Cathy’s heels on the tile floor approaching.   She walked in and smiled mischievously.   “Ah, awake are we?   I am getting quite good at mixing that drink if I do say so myself.”   “What the hell is going on here Cathy!”   I demanded.   “You, my dear, are in my dungeon.   And you are going to be used for my pleasure.   You can either go along and enjoy it or you can fight me and probably not enjoy it at all.”   “First, I am not into your little game.” I said, “and furthermore, I will not be tied and kept like a dog.   Release me at once.”   I demanded.   “Oh, a feisty one!” Cathy feigned surprise.   “I like the feisty ones very much.   You are going to be fun!”   With that she strode around the room musing over which crop she was going to select.   Cathy settled on a long slender one with a wide patch of well-worn leather on the end.   Bringing it over in front of me she asked, “Do you know what this is?”   “NO, and I don’t want to!” I replied nervously.   I knew full well what she intended to do with that crop, and I didn’t want any part of it, or did I?   As Cathy walked around behind me I struggled to see what she was doing.   I didn’t have to wait long to find out.   Suddenly, WHACK!   “DAMNIT BITCH!” I screamed.   WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!   My ass was on fire.   There were tears in my eyes as I tried in vain to avoid the crop.   “Now, the first lesson you need to learn is how to respond to me when I discipline you.   The correct response is ‘Oh yes mistress.’   Do you think you can handle that?”   “Fuck off bitch!”   With that Cathy proceeded to turn my ass a crimson red.   I was in agony but at the same time I felt myself getting hard!   Finally I couldn’t stand it anymore.   “Oh yes Mistress!” I gasped.   With that, Cathy stopped swatting me.   “Very good slave, you held out longer than most.   I am impressed.”   With that she walked over to a cabinet and returned with something in her hand.   “Now that I have you talking I am going to shut you up.”   Cathy was holding a three-inch long penis gag.   “Open wide big boy and I will soothe that burning ass of yours.”   When I didn’t respond she simply pinched my nose shut.   Soon I couldn’t stand it and opened my mouth to breath.   Cathy quickly slipped the head of the gag past my teeth and shoved it in all the way.   I gagged and choked but I heard Cathy telling me to just relax my mouth and it would go away.   I tried and sure enough, the gagging stopped.   “Very good slave.   You are just more and more impressive all the time.   And from the state of your dick I would say you are enjoying this a little more than you would like to admit.”   She was right.   My cock was as hard as iron.   Cathy reached down and wrapped her fingers around my boner one finger at a time.   Her gloved hand felt cool on my red-hot cock.   She slowly pumped me up and down a few times until I was very nearly ready to cum.   I was moaning around the gag and begging her to finish me off but she abruptly stopped.   My dick was so hard now it ached.   I was desperate for her to make me cum.   But Cathy was walking over to the cabinet again.   She took something out of the cabinet and then picked up a harness.   She stepped into the harness and cinched it tight.   Next she adjusted a couple of straps and adjusted something in front.   Cathy was standing with her back to me and I couldn’t see what she was doing.   When she turned around it was only too obvious.   Walking toward me, Cathy was rubbing lube on her enormous black cock!   “Do you know what I am going to do with this slave?   Huh?   Can you guess?” Cathy asked mischievously.     Walking around behind me, Cathy took my cock in her hand and attached a leather harness around my balls that had a chain hooked to one end.   The other end Cathy held in her hand.   Tossing her blonde hair she stepped between my legs.   “Now, relax and you will enjoy this I promise.   Fight it and you won’t, I promise.”   With that, Cathy placed the head of the cock against my asshole.   I tried to relax as much as possible and then Cathy pushed the head of the cock into me.   It felt cool and firm in my ass.   Cathy took my hips in her hands and slowly slid the rest of the cock into me.   I gasped as I felt it filling me up.   It was so smooth and cool and firm as I felt it go deeper and deeper into me.   I moaned around the gag as I savored the feeling.   “Ah, very good slave.   I suspected you would like this very much.” Cathy grinned.   “Now for some real pleasure.”   Cathy began sliding the dildo into me and slowly pulling it out nearly all the way before sliding it back in.   Each time she got in all the way she gave a little tug on the chain attached to my balls and my sack would touch her clit.   Soon Cathy was moaning and gasping as she fucked me.   With each thrust my cock felt like it was getting harder and harder.   Finally, I felt Cathy start to shudder.   She cried out “OH FUCK!   OH YES!   OH GOD YES!” and with that I came.   I shot spurt after spurt of my hot come all over the floor.   Cathy collapsed on top of me and tried to regain her composure.   I felt her breathing slowing back to normal as she stood up and slowly withdrew the dildo from deep in my ass.   I had never felt so satisfied.   “Well slave, I think that is enough for one session.”   Glancing at her watch, she said “I think I like you so much I am going to keep you for a while.”   Seeing the look in my eyes, Cathy grinned, “Just kidding!”  

"lets go to the bedroom" Michael said, and the two boys headed for Alexs parents bed. They both quickly undressed and locked lips in a passionate kiss. Both boys were well hung with alex 7 inches and Michael 8 inches. Alex asked Michael if he was sure he wanted to do this and Michael answered by climbing onto the bed. The two boys got into the 69 position and had there first taste of cock, they both seemed to like it. After 5 minutes of getting there first blowjobs alex erupted into Michaels mouth who  soon followed by blowing his own load. The two boys just lay next to each other for a bit when Alex asked Michael to fuck him.

Alex and Michael were both inexperienced when it came to sex so they were both up to try new things. Michael lifted Alexs legs over his shoulders and began to slowly push his 8 incher into his friends tight hole. Michael was all the way in now and was asking Alex if he was ok. Alex just wanted to get fucked hard so he told Michael to give it him. Michael was know fucking his best friend and within 10 minutes had blown his second load into Alexs ass. Alex had also cummed on himself after 5 minutes.

The two boys lay next to each other slowly going soft and fell asleep. A few hours later Alex woke up to Michael sucking him off, he just lay there and took it eventually Alex blew his third load into Michaels mouth, but Michael didnt swallow he came up to Alexs mouth and kissed him giving Alex a taste of his own cum. Michael sat up and pulled out his phone and called his mum and asked if he could stay the night, she said yes but asked him if he was alright he managed to say yes but she didnt know Alex was sucking him off.

Now Alex bent Michael over and inserted his throbbing cock into his virgin ass. Michael let out a loud moan and Alex began to thrust harder and harder until he orgasmed and just fell on top of Michael cock still in ass and began kissing his neck. The two boys walked round the house naked for the next day fucking and sucking one another whenever one of them became hard and believe me that was often.

the two boys remain friends and lovers to this day, 2 years on whenever they are alone thay strip and fuck one another.

 

Kumari told me that the woman had her undressed and was licking her and she was close to cumming when the guys came out of the bathroom and traded places with the woman.   She told me later that she ‘believes’ that this is what happened because she thought she heard a door and Tanisha was wearing a strap-on with a rather large dong.   One started licking her pussy (we’ll call him Robert) while the other one stood (we’ll call him George) there.   Kumari didn't notice that someone new was licking...   so, to make a long story short – I noticed that Tanisha was now back in the main room, so where was Kumari?   I went to the door and heard her moaning in orgasm!   I opened the door just as George put his cock in her mouth!   She said she thought it was me.   I guess I can excuse that because their minds are blank when they are cumming, the lights were dim, and the guy was very close to my size!   I was amazed watching him throat-fuck my wife.   I watched this in total awe, trying to figure out why she didn’t realize what was going on.   Maybe she did…  

 

As the scene played out, after her second orgasm, George began to mount Kumari , slowly pushing his massive tool into her cum-wet pussy, slowly stretching her.   She had never had another penis, being a virgin when we married.   Again, it appeared that she didn’t think anything was out of the ordinary.   I watched him stroke, in and out, just a few inches deep, for several seconds until he grunted in pleasure fucking the tight Asian pussy of another man’s wife.   Her eyes flew open at the sound of a male, knowing it was too large to be me.   She sat up, dislodging George and Robert from her love-holes.   There was a look of surprise on her face – more important – a look of lust as she was in the middle of another orgasm, she later told me.

 

Robert got a little aggressive, knowing the lustful look on her face and pushed her back down on the bed while George gently held her arms.   Robert (had a dick twice my size) pushed himself back between her legs and started fucking her.   After a few strokes of Robert’s tool, George tilted her head backwards and inserted himself back into her mouth.   At first she gave a little struggle, mainly because she was being raped by a huge cock and was being painfully stretched.   Robert was going much deeper by this time.   Even so, soon she was starting to cum!   Robert and George were matching their strokes.   Robert would push his cock in, George would pull his out.   Robert had maneuvered Kumari so that he had her legs over his shoulders, making her tight and tiny pussy completely vulnerable to his pussy-busting tool!   I watched as he deep-stroked her, pushing almost all of his 10” by 5” tool inside her.   She has never had this amount of meat before and you could see that she was in a fuck-frenzy having orgasm after orgasm.  

 

Finally, after about 20 minutes of this, Kumari was moaning and I saw her stomach start to shake, then she came again with a wild yell.   Just about then, Robert pulled out and shot his massive load all over her stomach and boobs!   I was so relieved that he didn’t cum inside her – I certainly did not want to find out later that she was pregnant.   Then George shot all over her face!   For such a small dick, here really had a lot of cum!   When they were finished, Kumari was covered from mouth to cunt with goo.   As they lay there recovering, our eyes met.   There was a strange look on her face.   It was a look of satisfaction mixed with guilt and shame.   You see, she was a virgin when we married, and was never exposed to sex - talk, pictures, or anything.   She had a very prudish upbringing.

 

She wiped away the cum and grabbed her clothes just as we got her second surprise - the bathroom connected to the main room and two more guys came in.   She looked at me, again with this mixed look of guilt, lust and shame.   This time, however, she didn't struggle at all!

 

I just stood there, even when she struggled at first, I couldn't move or go to her rescue.   I couldn't move I was so amazed at watching these strangers fucking Kumari bareback in her mouth and pussy!   After the second set of guys came in, a couple of the other women at the party came up to me and told me that this was part of the 'initiation' that all woman had to go through, and that she would be busy for a while.   It seems that she has to service all the men in the party (about 15 guys).   Of course the rules were no cumming inside mouth or pussy, so we didn't have to worry about babies and all members, keep a current hiv/std certificate.   Anyway, the ladies took me to the bed and started having their way with me - right beside the wife!   She looked at me but didn't see me.   She was like a zombie.   I had fun with the two ladies, while watching all the guys fuck her in every hole - only one turn per man.   Kumari even had her first (and only) DP event!   She was covered in cum and couldn't move, she told me that she had came 14 times during the night.   It lasted about 4 hours.   She said she was really scared when the first two guys essentially raped her, but it started feeling so good she couldn't (or wouldn’t?) stop them.

 

It was the best sex we have had so far.   The only problem is that she was sore for several days and the pussy is a little stretched.   Fortunately, we have found out that it will resume its normal size soon.   Robert, much to my chagrin, wasn’t the only member with a huge member… I told her that we certainly won't try that again, but she informed me that she only wanted the big ones, now.   She told me that it was the best sex she ever had, and now that she knows how good a big cock feels, all I can do is watch her get banged by Robert and Company….