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The Pool Party Pt. 2

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Laura was standing at the table straightening the sandwiches when she saw Tyrone getting out of the pool. His corn rolled hair wet, his tattooed body, black as coal, on a 6' frame, he pulled his tight speedo up tight and Laura blushed as she saw the huge bulbous cock head.

Tyrone smiled as he noticed her nipples poking through her bathing suit. He felt a twitch in his cock, fuck I might nail this bitch, she's going for it. She can't keep her eyes off my dick he thought.

"Mrs. James me's just wants to thank you for having me to your party"....Tyrone said......"We are happy you could come and I hope your having a good time".....Laura replied trying to gain her composher..... "Befoe's anybody tells you's I's been in prison for the las

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t 2 years, I's just wanted to thanks you, you be one fine looking whore, oh's I'm sorry, lady, I's mean, just prison talk, sorry.

Laura let his wrong word go by not wanting to cause a scene.."thank you Tyrone "....Laura replied, feeling oddly warm being called a whore. The dirty word had an odd and surprising affect on her.

Suddenly from the pool came yells....Come on Mrs. James get in the pool"..."yeah Mom, jump in, cmon, hey Tyrone get mom and throw her in the pool" , as laughter came from all the kids. Tyrone put his arm around Mrs. James and let it slid down and squeeze her ass cheek. Laura tried to get away, the kids were laughing and egging Tyrone on.

"No please"...Laura yelled half laughing. Tyrone picked her up and walked over and together they jumped in the pool to the laughter and jeers of the kids. Splashing and laughing and spitting up water, Laura felt Tyrone dunk her and her daughter jumped in laughing, splashing. Suddenly she felt her hand being put on Tyrone's huge cock. Splashing and spitting up water she couldn't believe she was squeezing a black boy's dick. She just had to feel it. She looked up and saw Tyrone looking at her, she turned crimson with embarrassment.

Tyrone noticed that she didn't immediately remove her hand. He knew then he was going to fuck this beautiful white mom. After splashing and spitting up water Mrs. James swam over and her nipples were poking out her suit. "Susan, I'll be back in a little while, I'm going to change and dry off".....Laura said walking in the house." Okay Mom take your time"....she replied.

Tyrone waited and ask Susan ...."where's the bathroom." Down the hall off the kitchen to the left"....Susan replied. Tyrone saw Mrs. James walking in the bedroom entrance wrapping a towel around her wet hair.

Tyrone came up behind her just as she turned."WHAT are you doing?"....Laura yelled, scared, as she was put head first into the bedroom wall..

Tyrone standing behind her kissed her neck."Fuck you have me so turned on, Goddamn I just have to feel that hot body, kissing her neck again, I know you want to feel my dick, you been looking at it all day."....Tyrone whispered.

"NO< NO, Please don't Tyrone, Please, I'm married,Please stop, No, No".....Laura struggled. Tyrone reached around and tweaked her nipples with his thumb and forefinger continuing to kiss her neck.

Please stop, No, No, I love my husband, Please, quit, stop, stop it, Oh god please".....Laura pleaded but her nipples were on fire. Suddenly she was spun around and Tyrones thick black lips found hers his hot tongue entered her mouth searching for her tongue. She had never felt a passion or lust filled kiss like this. As she accepted his tongue and kissed him back.

A moan escaped her lips as Tyrone took her hand and put it in his speedo trunks, Oh God she thought, God it's grown since the pool, she squeezed it, God it was growing in her hand. Her pleas softened,"please, god, no, no, please my husband".... another moan escaped her lips as she felt his thick black finger enter her sacred love treasure. Soaking wet she realized and was ashamed her body had betrayed her.

Suddenly Tyrone stepped back and tore the shoulder strap's from her suit over her arms and her heavy full breast's fell into his black hands."Goddamn look at the size of these fucking tits"....Tyrone moaned as he attacked them, licking and biting first one and then the other. Mrs. James was ashamed her nipples responded and became hard yearning for his mouth. He mauled her huge breasts.

Oh My God she hadn't realized she still held his huge black cock and was jacking him off. Suddenly Tyrone was kissing her neck again."Fuck I want to fuck you so bad, your pussy is so hot, fuck, and these big giant titties, goddamn  you one fine bitch."

Suddenly Laura was naked on her and her husbands bed her legs spread as she felt a hot black tongue licking the inner edges of her cherished love channel. Her fingers were in his corn rolled hair suddenly her clitoris unsheathed itself from its protective hood and a wave of pleasure overtook her body as she screamed her 1st orgasm riddled her body.

"Oh God, Oh God, feels so good, oh god, aaaahhhh"...another orgasm ripped thru her body. "Oh don't stop, don't stop, please".....She pleaded. Tyrone drew close to her,"Mrs. James we be long ways from stopping, not till this nigger dick get some of that sweet white pussy." She was stunned that the dirty language turned her on.

Tyrone stood up....."Get down here on your knees and pull my pants down."On her knees Tyrone lifted his foot and kicked his suit aside. "God look how big it is"....Laura whispered, she had only been with 1 man other that her husband."Play with it, kiss it'....Tyrone ordered.

Kissing the bulbous cock head it was soft like velvet, there were thick veins filling with blood running thru his thick shaft."Put it in your mouth and suck it"....Tyrone whispered. hhaaahhhh mmmm,uuggg,"MMMM "that's it suck that black dick you whore, damn your nothing but a dirty cocksucking slut"....Tyrone gasp. Another orgasm racked her body at his dirty language.

Laughing,"Fuck look at you cummin while sucking my dick, you tramp, you fucking slut, your my fucking whore now huh, huh, you my bitch you slut."

 Another orgasm ripped thru her, YES,YES, I'm your slut, oh god YES".....Laura moaned her self respect all gone. Tyrone took his dick from her and lifted it "lick my black balls, get um good and wet, mmm that's it lick my nuts you white slut."

"Fuck your a natural born cocksucker, get up on the bed, I'm going to give you a nigger fucking like you never had before"....He ordered. He lined up his huge dick head with her labia lips. 'I'ts so big, please I need to stop, No, No, please, Oh God !!!"....she groaned as Tyrone entered her pussy.

"Fuck you got a tight pussy, damn, like a little girl pussy,"....Tyrone lifted up and 3 more inches entered the wet love canal. "OH, OH stop god it hurts , it hurts, oh god, NO,NO, please, NO"....She moaned. Tyrone lifted up till only his dickhead was in her and pumped down harder this time all but 2 " of his foot long bamboo rod was in her wet pussy.

"AAAAhhhh OOOOhhhhh NNNoooo"........Laura wailed, his dick had awaked a feeling building in her that she had never felt before.  She had never felt anything like this before. Kissing her giant tits he raised again and thrust the other 2 inches in her wet treasure. His 12" dick had passed her cervix wall and entered her womb.

HHHHHeee, OOhhh AAhhhhh, oh god, oh god, oh god"...She cried. She was meeting his every thrust.

"Damn you sure are a hot bitch, fuck me you cunt"...Moaning.

Susan got her towel and walked inside to go to the bathroom when she heard a noise. It sounded like it came from down the hall, she heard it again. "Mom, Mom,you alright she said quietly walking to the half open door of her mom and dad's bedroom. Her eyes widened, she couldn't breathe, the young 16 year old saw something she could not believe. Her Mom's long trim legs wrapped around the young black kid from prison. Her Mom's face was contorted in lust. Susan stood there still unable to move.

Susan heard....You my bitch now ain't ya bitch" "Oh god YES please Oh god" You fucking whore, you are one horny fucking slut""Fuck you got nice tits" Oh God, Oh God I'MMM cummming oh god I'm cummmming oh Fuck, Oh shit" "That's it you whore fuck you got a sweet pussy"."You like that nigger dick, huh you like it".."Oh god Oh I love it Oh shit it feels so good, Oh shit"You my whore bitch, I own your pussy now whore, right baby."Oh god yes Oh please Harder.

Susan had never heard her mom talk like that, shame mixed with excitement washed over her. Her beautiful Mother, Sunday School Teacher, PTA Mom was becoming a whore for a nigger boy. As she turned to leave she heard her mom crying out in another orgasm and the black boy moan that he was cumming in her sweet pussy.

"Hey, Hey, you alright, you okay"....Tyrone ask tapping her cheek lightly.Opening her eyes she saw the black boy, "What happened?"...she ask. Laughing he looked down...."damn, you are a hot fuck, you passed out when you reached that last orgasm, Ha Ha damn what a whore you are" Ha Ha.

Shame washed over her at the thought of how she acted but the buzz she felt in her pussy like she had to pee and the warmth permeated her body. She sighed her body weak from the intense orgasms that rocked her body. She got on an elbow and saw the black boys thick cumm oozing out of her pussy onto the bed.

"Get down here and lick my dick clean,bitch"....Tyrone ordered.Mrs. James had never tasted her pussy juice before and the salty taste of a man's semen. It shocked her as she cleaned his huge black dick..

"Listen I'll be here Monday for some more fucking, I want you to shave that pussy, I like it bare as a baby's butt. And get yourself all prettied up for me, dress up for me real sexy, Okay?"

"Tyrone, I'm married, have 2 daughters, this was a mistake, I can't, I just can't, your just a boy....Laura said.

Tyrone ignored her, "finish licking my cock clean,that's it get my nuts to.""You got a bikini, You got a string bikini? 'Yes, why?"...she ask. He picked her up and kissed her deep her arms flung around his shoulders."You my whore now, I like my Hoes in bikini's."When you come outside have a bikini on with some high heels, and let dem white boys look at dem big giant titties."

Susan's mouth dropped as her mom came back outside. Suddenly it became quiet, splashing stopped in the pool, suddenly Mrs. James was walking to the table wearing a tiny pink bikini that barely covered her aroelas and exposed her full heavy 32 D breasts. The high heels made her shapely legs go forever.

Tyrone sat in his chair drinking a coke, that be one fine looking Hoe he thought. He ignored her.  Everybody but Tyrone said she looked beautiful, her feelings slightly hurt he didn't acknowledge her. She felt the boys admiring her heavy firm breasts, she saw little hardon's on the young boys, a chill ran through her.

Levone walked over to Tyrone," you were gone awhile, where did you go?" Even though Tyrone wasn't that good looking Levone knew he had a way with girls. She didn't notice any girls had left.

"Wow I've never seen Mrs. James dressed like that, she is beautiful, don't you think?" So where's you go?" Looking at Mrs. James, Tyrone said nothing. Suddenly Levone gasp...."YOU didn't, no way, she teaches Sunday School, tell me you didn't".....She whispered.

"She's going teach Sunday School and Monday she's my Hoe, she a slut in bed, she was so easy"....Tyrone looking at his sister......"Oh My God, Mrs. James a slut, HA HA LOL....Levone whispered. Let's go.

Susan was saying goodbye to Levone and Tyrone, suddenly Mrs. James felt guilty that Levone knew. Well she will end it on Monday, It was all one big mistake. Susan didn't know what to do, should she tell her sister? What about Dad? Oh God the image of her Mom was still in her head.

Walking in the house Mrs. James couldn't wait till Monday to make this mistake right.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stable Relationships

cskludt1 on Sex Stories

We had just finished playing rugby, and for once, we had won, myself being very proud, I had been team captain of the team for three years, and this was a triumph that couldn’t be any better. We had beaten Seaton Town by a long shot, and were slowly heading our way towards the top of the local league.

All of our players were heading over to the changing room, but me, and my best friend Alex stayed a little bit behind, and shook the hands of the player’s we had beaten, and their captain, there was no sore winners here, they played well, but on the day we had just been the better team.

After commiserations to the opponent team it was time for us two to go to the changing rooms, while walking over I took my by now sweaty rugby jersey off, revealing my muscular chest, rol
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ling down to my stomach with its six pack. We made it into the changing room, and began to weave amongst the other members of the team, shaking hands and congratulating. Then after the rest of the player’s got showered and changed, and most of them had gone home, me and Alex both ventured into the shower, took off our shorts, and undergarments and went to sit on the bench together while we talked about how the day had gone, and other things, those other things usually being girls and sex, to state the facts.

I began to talk about how my girlfriend Emma had taken my cock in her mouth before the game, gave me a good luck sucking and swallowed all of my cum. Alex by this time was stroking his cock with his hand. Alex had been my friend for about eight years, and we’d been playing rugby together for 7 years. At the end of every match it was the same routine we’d be the last in the showers, and would play about with ourselves often until we came, recounting sexual experiences and fantasies.

He began to play with his cock franticly, when suddenly I stopped his hand with mine, leant over to his ear, and with my hard cock just lightly touching his spoke to him, ‘we’ve played well today, we both deserve a reward.’ I gently pulled my dick away from his, not wanting to give the wrong impression to him, but failing as my cock rubbed his when I pulled it away.
Alex looked over to me as I sat back down properly again, “What are you proposing we do?”

I looked over at him, down from his head to his lean torso, with his six pack, one that was fighting to beat the good looks of mine, and to his cock, a thick yet long eight inches or so, that is where his body did beat mine, his cock was longer than mine, but about the same thickness perhaps. After a short pause I replied, “I’m going to get your hot stud of a cock some action!”

I finished in the shower, washing the mud from my legs, and washing my hair, then drying off with my towel and putting my rugby gear in my bag, then producing from my bag a magazine, the sort of magazine you can only get from certain retailers! An extreme porn magazine one which I am surprised hadn’t been forced underground.

Alex followed me out of the shower just half a minute later and put his kit away in his bag, and came and sat down next to me and peered over into the depths of my magazine, in it was a photograph of a lady sat on top of some hay bails, squirting from her pink pussy her juice. I turned the page, there was a black woman, being fucked hard (by the looks of it) in the ass by a huge cock that probably wouldn’t cram itself even half the way in her. Alex’s cock however was now becoming less and less hard by the second. I got my phone out, and texted my girlfriend to come and meet me at the changing rooms. Then I went to the video section of my phone and found the video I had taken of me fucking my girlfriend doggy style. His cock slowly rose as he watched the video further, then when at about the end of the video (the part where I shot cum up Emma’s back) I heard a voice from the other end of the changing rooms.
“OH MY GOD,”
I looked at the source of the call, it was a thin brunette girl, she mustn’t have been older than ourselves, maybe about the same age. She stood there looking on at us in shock.
“Who are you?” asked Alex. I looked at her again, I had seen her, she was standing at the sidelines of the rugby field cheering one of the opponent’s team members on.
“I’m Jessica, I came here looking for my brother Steve he’s from the other team,” she said “But, I’ve come here looking for him, and found something else, a pair of the hottest boys I have ever seen.”
“Why thanks,” I said to her sweetly.
“It’s a pity…” she said. I didn’t need for her to finish, it could have only been two things, she must have thought we were gay.
“No, no, no,” I said, “we aren’t gay!”
She took a few steps closer to us, and began to look more closely at my and Alex’s love poles.
“You guys really are hot!” she spoke seductively, “would any of you care to let me play with your hot dicks?”
I didn’t need to think, “If you want!” I said to her, as I leaned back slightly to push my cock further in the air. Alex looked on as Jessica’s hand glided down my wet hard cock, she got to the bottom of my shaft and started to wank my rock hard pole.
“This is fun!” she said gleefully with a look of horniness and shear happiness on her face.
“It would be even better inside of you!” I said to her, as she began to remove her top with her sticky hands.

She pulled away her top, then her bra, her tits were small, but really sexy, I have always fell for girls with little tits, my girlfriends however would be a little bigger than Jessica’s. I looked down Jess’s body, as she unbuttoned her jeans, and pulled them down to her legs. Then she removed her panties, showing me her shaven cunt, which was already really wet. Alex who was still sat next to me began to wank his cock heavily, and as Jess lowered her body over me, he manoeuvred himself so that as Jess leaned forward as I rammed my cock in and out of her pussy, his cock was in-between her mouth and mine, every time Jessica bounced with me fucking her, Alex’s cock sprang onto my mouth. I feeling very turned on by then began to tentatively open my mouth, and lick his penis as it sprang to and fro. With Jessica doing the same, until in one moment myself and her both had each side of Alex’s engorged head in the clutch of our lips at once. I stopped fucking, and Jess stopped bouncing, and we both began to give head to Alex’s long cock, working on his shaft and his purple red dick head. Until he suddenly let go of his cum, I however shocked myself by rushing my mouth to the end of his cock and lapping the cum from his throbbing dick.

“Oh, my God,” I said, shocked at what I had done, “this is so not like me!”
“That’s ok James,” Alex replied thoughtfully, “it was lovely!”
I was shocked at Alex’s acceptance of what I had just done.

My girlfriend arrived at that very moment, I started fucking Jessica again, she looked at what I was doing and shrugged.
“Alex, since James is tied up with this other girl, do you want some fun honey?” she said. I felt suddenly aroused by the thought of watching my best friend and my girlfriend fucking.
“Yes please Emma, you don’t mind?” Alex replied.
“Well, James doesn’t seem to mind fucking the shit out of other people does he?”

Emma began to take her clothes off, Alex started pulling at his cock, it didn’t take him much to get himself hard again, his long cock wet and shiny after me and Jess licked it and sucked it!
I watched as Emma pulled her panties off revealing her hot little tight pussy, she fingered her clit seductively, signalling to Alex her lust for his huge cock. I was still fucking Jessica, her cunt now being severely battered by my rock hard love pole.
“oh… fuck, yeah… fuck me baby” was the cry I heard from the direction of Alex and Emma, I looked over, Emma was laying down on the wooden bench, while Alex holding her legs up high pounded her pink pussy, the one I had fucked so many times, with his long, sleek, sexy cock.
I still had Jessica bouncing on my dick while I thrusted up at her.
“Where do you want me to come Jessie?” I asked.
“Pull out and let me suck you as you fire your white shots from your hot fuck pole,” she replied.
“What ever you say baby,” I felt myself starting to come, so I pulled away from her cunt and just as the first shot of my come spurted from my dick she put her mouth over it, and with her tongue lapping over my cock sucked my come right from me, after she sucked me dry and after her giving my cock a big kiss I began to wank my dick until I was hard again, I walked over to where Emma and Alex were fucking, and put my cock on her tits, slapping it down on her nipples, making her tits ripple a little, Alex looked down between Emma’s legs at my cock.
“Your dick is so amazing,” he said.
“Yours is way better,” I said.
Suddenly he stopped fucking my girlfriend, pulled quickly out of her cunt and put his dick next to mine.
“Look, see, yours is bigger,” I said.

“But yours is much nicer, I’d rather be fucked by yours than mine!” he replied.
“Woah, don’t say that, I licked your cock and enjoyed your come, it doesn’t mean I’m gay!” I said, shocked.
“No, I meant, if I was a women,” he said, trying to relieve himself of any guilt for saying it.

I looked down, then run my hand along his cock, I had to admit, as much as I wasn’t gay I was envious of Alex’s dick.
I and Jessica walked out of the changing rooms, each fully dressed, her brother had already gone, and I agreed to give her a lift to her house.

We got into the car, and we started talking.
“James, we can stay in touch?” she asked.
“Yeah,”
“I really enjoyed it baby,” she said seductively.
The truth was so did I, her pussy was the best, and her body was a dream.
I gave her my email address.

Driving back home I thought about how much I wanted a cock like Alex’s. Mine was long, but not as long as his!
I would have to compete with Alex the only way I physically could, I would have to go to the gym again, I still had my membership, I could go back there and exercise again, and beat his muscle and six pack by miles.

I got back home, said hi to mum who was sat rather sexily on the sofa, with her slender body running down to her hot legs, I went upstairs, I stood by the big mirror in the bathroom, took all my clothes off, and got myself hard. I pulled at my cock, how I wish that it is as long as Alex’s. I went into my room, and pulled a magazine from the draws near my bed. I lay back on my bed, and peered into the magazine, looking at some of the gorgeous women that were in it.

Before I had time to do anything I noticed my mum staring at me through the doorway.
It’s not the first time my mum had seen me naked, I remember when I was a little younger we used to go swimming, and we’d share cubicles to get changed in. I remember her after swimming, in her nice blue panties, while she dried her boobs, and her shapely tummy, and especially after swimming, her blue swimming bottoms had a groove in them where her pussy was. I used to look at it in ecstasy, my mother was so hot, often when I took my trunks off I would have a rock hard pole, but I would often blame it on me being cold after getting out of the pool, she would laugh and joke about it, sometimes touching it, but nothing too sexual, often just her rubbing her finger down the whole length of it, or tickling it on the underside, while she laughed.
But, this time, she was stood there watching me stroking my dick, which was the hardest it had ever been, it was as wet as a swimming pool, and she was stood watching me pull on it and I didn’t stop.
“James,” she said in a soft tone.
“As much as I love watching what you are doing, I would like to chat with you.”
“What!” I was taken aback by her saying she liked what I was doing.
She came and sat beside me on the bed.
“I got a call today from the gym, you haven’t been there for a while, they wondered if you were going to cancel your membership.”
I looked up at her, still with one hand around my cock, she didn’t seem to care about what I was doing.
“I was going to go back mum, I am so pissed off, my friend Alex and I, we get along ok, but I have a little problem, please don’t freak out when I just come out and say this!” I said.
“I won’t I promise,” she said sweetly.
“Alex’s cock is way bigger than mine, and the only thing I have that’s better than him is my six pack, and muscle, but soon, I won’t even have that to separate us by. So I’ll have to work out again!”

Mum laughed.
“Well we can go up there tomorrow, and we can both have a good work out, I haven’t had one in such a long time!”
“I’m going to ride the horse soon mum, you want to come?” I asked her, I go to ride our lovely black beauty Katie everyday, in the fields that are on the farm we keep her on, the stable girl there looks after her when we can’t.
“No I’ll give it a miss today James, and don’t fuck Katie,” she said with a smile, looking down at my dick which I was slowly stroking, “you look as horny as a stallion on Viagra, if you need to fuck something fuck Stephanie the stable girl, I am sure she won’t mind!”
This is the most abruptly sexual way I had heard my mother speak ever!
“I’ll not need to fuck her, I’m going to release my load when you go, on this magazine!” I said laughing.
“No, your dick is way too good to waste like that, you and me could have some fun baby, or you could go down to the farm, surprise Stephanie, hug her from behind, rub her stomach, then up to her breasts, then go in for the kill, you could fuck her on the hey bails!”
“You dirty bitch!” I remarked.
“Yeah and don’t you forget it!”

I started pulling on my dick again, mum looked at me, and then began to remove her clothes, she pulled off her shirt and revealed her sexy toned and muscular abdomen.
“Look at my six pack baby,” she said, I wasn’t looking at her six pack, I was looking at her hot, sexy tits. She then began to pull her trousers down, the waist band expanded over her thighs and legs, until only her panties remained on her hot fucking body.
I stopped wanking and let my mum take over, she run her hand up and down my dick and with glee bent down to lick my head as she wanked away at my shaft.
“Oh my baby you dick is so fucking nice, is it this nice when it’s inside of someone?” she said between lapping my cock.
“Yeah, it’s the best inside a lovely pussy!” I moaned, the fact that this sort of thing isn’t meant to go on was making me more and more horny.

Mum suddenly and without warning released her grip of my dick and lowered her mouth onto it. Only managing to get three quarters of the way down my dick before she gagged slightly.
“Its ok, I never expected you to take my cock!” I said while running my hands on her face, pulling her hair away from it while she sucked me off.
I pulled out of her mouth and told her to bend over in front of me, I positioned myself just right and at first I tease my sexy mother by using the head of my cock on clit, then rubbing my full shaft up and down her pussy slit, mum reached down and when the head of my dick passed her pussy hole she pushed it in I slide into her surprisingly tight cunt and pushed my cock as far as it would go into her. She groaned and moaned as I began to draw my cock in and out of her hot cunt. I couldn’t believe it, I was fucking my mum, and she was enjoying it.

I must have been shagging my mum’s hot pussy for about fifteen minutes when my cock began to tingle, and I released a load of cum into her cunt.
I then suddenly and quickly pulled my still hard cock out of my mum, the full reality of what I had just done had hit me. I had had sex with my own mother. I had fucked the pussy that I had came from.

“I really got to go to the stable,” I said, with a hint of sadness, as I hurriedly pulled my jeans back on, not worrying about putting the soaking in cum pants, that were below my mums pussy on the floor, back onto my body.
Pulling the zip of the jeans up over my still rigid cock, and still with an element of sensuality rubbing my hand down my mums spine right to her hot shapely ass to say goodbye I left the house, closing the door afterwards.

The hardened cock under my jeans was as stiff as it ever could be, because at the time it was noticeable, and I mean very noticeable, and some of the other residents of the street on which I live were outside, and potentially watching I decided to undo my jean button, sink my hand into there, and pull my dick up, so that it stood straight, it didn’t quite work as planned, as the tip of my cock and some of the shaft just went above the button and waist strip of my jeans.

So I walked as normal to the stables, it was a nice walk, but a long one, my dick was still so hard, I thought that the motion of walking would have already got my dick so agitated that I’d have shot come up my six pack, and could let my cock recede back into my jeans. But it did not. But, it was not noticeable, and the walk was certainly pleasurable.

I arrived at the stables to find Stephanie in a bit of a pickle; she was trying to reach the food supplement from the top shelves of the store room. However she was having difficulty. I ran over, greeted her by putting my hand over her shoulder, and said;

“Need some help?”

She replied that she did. So she stepped to one side, and I reached up high to grab the box of supplement.
“OH MY GOD!” was the cry I heard as I reached up.

I looked down, with the motion of my stretching out to retrieve the food supplement for the horses I had levered my cock further out from the top of my jeans, what’s more, I had stretched enough for my shirt to lift and expose my hard, wet dick.

I was expecting a telling off, but actually she laughed.
“Charming, thanks for the help James,” she said as she slowly lifted my shirt up again, then cupped her hand on the underside of my dick, rubbing it slightly then let go. With a thin smile on her face, she fought to break the silence “I can see you’re the one who needs some help”.

I looked at Stephanie, she looked unsure. “I’m going to go and sit on the stacks of hay, and just sort this little problem out myself” I said to her.
“Little problem?” she laughed, “that thing looks really big to me!”

I walked off to the hay piles, which stood in the corner of the stable, with a wall behind, and all the stables for the horses in front. I perched myself right at the top of the pile, undone my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, and before being able to do anything else the force of my erect cock pushed the jeans down a little. I began to pub my hands down and up my cock, it was really wet, and my hand just slipped and glided up and down it.
My mind began to think, and my thoughts were wild. I thought and imagined what mum had said, for me not to fuck Katie, our horse. I looked over to her stable block. But my lovely, friendly, silky soft furred, black mare was no where to be seen. I never once felt cautious that I was possibly sharing one of the most intimate moments with a stable full of horses. In fact it made me even hornier. I was sat, with my dick in my hand, in front of three male horses and two female horses, with Katie being absent somewhere! I heard a voice, but I was too tied up in my mental fantasy, it was only Stephanie’s voice so I had nothing to worry about, I still franticly rubbed my dick for a few minutes after I heard the voice, until the clip-clop of hooves awoke me from my sensual half daydream.

“I’ve brought Katie in, she’s had a really good run round in the field,” it was Stephanie’s voice, she could see what I was doing, but I think she was just talking for the sake of it.

I opened my eyes, looked down to the stable yard and saw Katie, in all her magnificence, I wanked my dick one last time, but I felt a overwhelming climax, and suddenly, my dick exploded into shooting a stream of cum. I groaned as my dick continued to shoot its white load.
“Everything ok sweetness?”
It was Stephanie’s voice again, I couldn’t talk, I had stopped coming but I was still in utter shock over what I had just done.
“Everything looks ok,” she smiled as she walked out of Katie’s stable, she looked up at me, my cock was covered in my own come, so was my jeans, “but you’ll need to tidy yourself up a bit.”

She put Katie back into her stable, I looked at her as she slowly walked in, her shapely bum, as sexy as a horse backside can be, was turning me on again. I couldn’t believe it; I found my lovely black horse sexy.

I climbed down from the hay stacks, my dick was now soft again, but still quite long, and still covered in come. Stephanie walked over, and laughed.
“So we got our big problem sorted out then?” she chuckled, rather overly girly.
“I most certainly did!” I exclaimed.
She looked down at my cock. Her eyes studied it fully.
“Well all that come needs to be cleaned off your cock don’t it!”

I nodded. Suddenly she got to her knees, and even though my dick was now flaccid she took it into her mouth, then clamped her lips around the very bottom of my shaft. Then, she slowly, and dabbing my soft cock with her tongue every once in a while, she pulled her mouth away from my shaft bottom, to the head of my dick. Then after taking all the come from my cock she released the grip from my dick, and swallowed the come.

“I’m getting hard again baby, I don’t want to have the same problem again Stephanie,” I said.
“That’s ok, we can fuck. You’ve got the biggest tool I have ever seen on a man. I want it inside me, I want to feel what it’s like in my little pussy, but you got to be gentle when you do it James. I’ve only been fucked by smaller dicks than yours, and I don’t want this to hurt… my cunt is small inside and outside, so I’ve always been reluctant to let bigger cocks fuck me…” she said.
“I promise I’ll be gentle.”
“Then if you don’t mind, could we get started?” she said, as she pulled her riding trousers down to her knees and her pink panties likewise. She bent over; she had a really nice arse, shapely, no cellulite, no fat, just a lovely smooth backside.
I looked down at her pussy, as she lifted her rear end up by straightening her legs a little.
“Fuck me James; I want this more than I have ever wanted anything right now.”
I thought for a second, I pulled my foreskin back, and placed my full dick along the crack of her bum.
“In my pussy please you sexy stud!” she shrieked.
“I know where you want it baby, but your ass is just so fucking hot!” I replied.
But then following her orders I put the tip of my cock over her pussy, she was right about it being small, I pushed gently until the head of my dick was inside, then gradually more and more until one quarter was inside her. She moaned with delight and pleasure, as I humped away slowly at her cunt. I pulled out quickly, and started to wank my cock as I gave direction to Stephanie.
“Steph, get on Katie, she’ll stand still for you, jump on her, and lay with your ass in her middle back, your tummy and head along her neck, and your legs split down the side, I’ll get on and fuck you.”

She did as I said, and I followed, Stephanie had her arms around Katie’s neck, hugging her as I fucked away at her pussy, she moaned louder this time. I think I was hitting her g spot when I was plunging my cock into the still tight pussy.

Until I felt climax again, “I’m going to come,” I pulled out of her pussy and sprayed another white load on Stephanie’s ass, and then I shot the last bits on Katie’s shining black fur.
“Even Katie’s got some come, oh that was the best fuck ever you sexy little bitch.”
Stephanie was shaking all over, her voice was slightly higher, “oh fuck, you gave my pussy what it fucking needed, I guess we gotta thank Katie for letting us use her back”…

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Giving it to Her at the Mall

AdamIrvine on Sex Stories

When I was in high school, I had a smoking hot latina girlfriend. She was gorgeous; deep brown eyes, dark brown hair, smooth tan skin, plump dark pink lips, and a smoking figure. Her 40D breasts were accented by her huge, tight ass. One day, late in my sophomore year, we went to the movies together at the local mall to see a movie that both of us really wanted to see. She was dressed beautifully and sexily at the same time. She had her hair worn down, and it reached down to her breasts. She was wearing silver hoop earrings and a smooth black dress which showed an ample amount of her huge cleavage and barely reached her knees. I met up with her at the entrance, said my hello, and kissed her, then said "You look beautiful tonight..." She smiled and thanked me, kissing my cheek,

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and said "Let's go inside, shall we?"

We walked through the doors, and I bought the tickets and some popcorn and soda, and we made our way to the theater. We sat on the right side in a corner so that nobody could see us, and during most of the movie, we were passionately kissing. Our lips brushed furiously against each other's, our tongues intertwining in the heat of the moment. She broke the kiss to catch her breath, and I began kissing down her neck and then biting it, causing her to make a quiet moan of pleasure. She whispered breathily, "Not here...there's people...the movie..." but I kept right on going, biting her neck and enjoying her hushed moaning. I then kissed back up her neck and laid a quick, but full, kiss on her lips, and she gave me a devious look and smile and said, "You naughty boy," brushing her hand against my already hard cock. I gave her an apologetic look with a small grin and said, "What do you want me to say? You're hot..." to which she replied in a needy voice, "Yeah, in more ways than one." I slid my hand up her dress only to find that she wasn't wearing any panties. I gave her a shocked, turned on look as my hand neared her pussy and I felt her juices running down her leg. I rubbed my fingers against it and found that she was soaked. I rubbed her juicy, wet lips for a while before massaging her clit to an orgasm, which she had to try her best not to cry out in pleasure to. I then rubbed around her lips again before sticking my two middle fingers into her still-throbbing pussy. She gasped from pleasure, and I fingered her, at first slowly, then building up speed until my fingers were almost pounding against her G-spot, leading her to another orgasm. She was gasping and moaning but whispered "More...I need more..." and I continued, but she said "No...more fingers...I want your whole hand inside me..." I added one finger, then another, and then her needy pussy sucked my whole hand in, and I was thrusting it into her, watching her beautiful sexy face contort from pleasure. She was squinting her eyes, and biting her lip, trying her best not to cry out from the pleasure as she reached yet another strong orgasm. Luckily, the movie was ending. I withdrew my now-soaked hand from inside her and put it in front of my mouth, first savoring the smell, then sucking her sweet juices off my fingers. She gave me a look and asked, "So, you like the way that tastes?" and I eagerly half-moaned, "Yeah, I love it", and she grabbed my cock through my pants and slightly squeezed it, sending a sensation through my entire body. She said, "Let's go somewhere private" and pulled me by my throbbing cock through a crowd of dirty, puzzled looks.

I was desperate by the time she finally pushed me down onto a staircase. She kneeled down in front of me and almost ripped off my pants and threw off my underwear to gaze hungrily upon my throbbing cock. There was already precum leaking out, and she said "Looks like guys can get wet too when they're really horny..." and took her finger and wiped it off of the head, eliciting a moan from my lips. She stuck her finger in her mouth sexily, and I tauntingly asked, "So, you like the way that tastes?" in the same way she asked me. But, seemingly ignoring me, she started stroking my throbbing seven-inch dick. I grew even more in her hand as she stroked up and down, circling around the head with her thumb, sending me into a pleasured frenzy. After a while, she said "Yeah...I did like the way that tastes" and suddenly slid her lips down onto my needy cock. She swirled her tongue around my dick and took me fully into her mouth, and to my surprise, began fingering herself! She moaned while my dick was still in her mouth and soon closed her eyes, clamped her lips around my dick, and had a loud orgasm, pulling on my cock with her juicy lips, leading me to unload all my cum into her mouth. She sat on the steps next to me after swallowing my load and said sexily, "That's not all..." and kissed me. I didn't mind the slight taste of cum on her lips, as I felt myself already getting aroused again. She sexily slipped her dress off, revealing a leopard skin bra that her tits were ready to burst out of, and a still-swollen wet pussy. I kissed down her neck and took off her bra, kissing her left breast and flicking the nipple with my tongue. I took her other breast in my hand and began squeezing it and pinching her nipple, as my other hand squeezed her breast and I lightly brushed my teeth against her nipple, sucking on it and flicking it with my tongue. She began moaning, and I slid my right hand down to her pussy, pulled my head up from her breast and asked, "Still wet, huh?" She simply nodded and moaned, and I began kissing down her smooth stomach until I reached her pussy. I teased her lips with my tongue, before setting my lips on them and sticking my tongue inside her. I tongue-fucked her for a while, buzzing my lips against hers, which set her into an orgasm. Then I withdrew my tongue and began licking her clit. She immediately moaned loudly, and I only quickened my pace, setting my tongue against her harder. I stuck my first two fingers into her as I licked her clit, until she starting moaning steadily, and quickly cried "Take out your fingers and move away!" I complied, and she nearly screamed as my face was drenched with fluids. I was immediately turned on by the fact that she squirted, and my dick, which had already hardened from eating her out, was now throbbing once again.

Since we were both still virgins at this point, we weren't going to have sex right then and there. But she said "Well, I see you're still not satisfied...you've satisfied me quite well...time for me to finish the job also." She began slowly stroking my dick, locking her eyes with mine in a sexy stare, then once again wrapped her lips around my cock, sucking me very slowly, until I moaned and said "Faster...please..." She looked up at me and leaned back a bit, then suddenly sandwiched my cock between her tits! She started stroking me with her huge 40D tits and asked in her sexiest voice, "Oh, do you like that? Do you like my tit fuck? Want me to suck your dick as I fuck you with my titties?" All I could do was nod, and she took me into her mouth and moved her tongue swiftly around my head as she stroked me quickly with her tits. I began gasping and moaning, and she took her lips off of my cock, which was ready to explode, and began stroking me with her hand, right above her hot tits. Seeing her smooth tan tits with her nipples hardening, and her eyes watching my dick, waiting for it to cum, set me off. I blew my load right onto her tits, deeply groaning as I emptied all my cum onto her.


She stood up and wiped the cum all over her tits, making them shine. "It's pretty sticky...but you like it, don't you?" She then brought one breast into her mouth and sucked on her now-shining nipple. "Mm...tasty" she said, and then kissed me. I kissed her back passionately, the same way I had in the theater. We then put our clothes back on and went home satisfied...at least, for that day.

My Gay Sex Experience

teeman2000 on Sex Stories

This is the true story of my first and only gay sex experience, an anonymous encounter at an adult bookstore.

I attended a large midwestern university in the 80s. In town there was an adult bookstore which I and the guys in my fraternity would go to occasionally. We'd pile into a couple of cars and a dozen or so of us would go there for a laugh. They had probably 12 or 15 booths there, kind of arranged in a circle around a central area. They weren't that big but 4 or 5 of us would stuff ourselves into a booth and have a good laugh watching the videos.

I would also go by myself sometimes. I'd usually go during the day since the place was always deserted and it was less likely I'd see somebody I knew. These trips were not for a laugh, but so I could jerk off in the booths. I wen
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t as often as I could because I really got off on it. The booths sometimes smelled like come and I liked thinking about other guys jerking off in the booths before I got there. In fact, I'd seek out the booths in which I could either see or smell fresh come on the floor or wall. The booths all had paper towel dispensers and small waste cans in them, but usually the customers wouldn't clean up their come. If it was on the wall or the screen, I'd run my finger through the goo and touch it to my lips. A couple of times it was still warm and I knew it was fresh, and I'd lick some off.

The booths all had choices of 4 movies, and the booths were all different. So I'd go into a booth, pop a couple of quarters in the machine and check out the movies. Then, if none of them really got me off, I'd go to another booth and check out its movies.

I was doing this one time when I was there and I heard there was another guy enter one of the other booths. This also excited me knowing a stranger was jerking off just as I was. I spent some time in one booth and had jerked off for a little while, but didn't come. I wanted to change booths.

My cock was still hard when I slipped it back into my pants and zipped up. I opened the door to leave the booth and saw that probably 15 feet away, another booth's door was cracked open. The light from the screen was showing on the guy in the booth and he was peeking out the door. When I walked out into the central area, the guy opened the door a bit wider and I could see into this booth better. He was a middle-aged guy, probably in his 40s, salt-and-pepper hair, and he was wearing a suit. He also has his cock out of his pants and I could see it was hard. I looked up at him and he gestured for me to come to him.

I approached his booth tentatively, not knowing what was going on for sure. (Yes, I was pretty naive!) He stepped back from the door and I entered the booth. He closed the door behind me and locked it, and stood just to my right. I was getting nervous and excited at the same time. I felt my heart racing. The guy resumed stroking his cock and I alternated looking at the video on the screen and looking at his cock. After probably a minute passed, the guy moved closer to me and reached down and unzipped my fly. My cock was still really hard and, as I never wore underwear when I went there (easier access), it dropped out into his hand. He started stroking me and it felt electric. It was my first experience with another person touching my cock. He then took my right hand and put it on his hard-on. It was my first experience touching another man's cock. It was hot and it pulsed in my hand. In the flickering light of the video booth, it looked to be 8 or 9 inches long and his big head glistened with pre-come.

I stroked it gently and he slowly rocked back and forth against my stroking. Then, I shocked myself (and him I'm sure) by leaning over and putting my mouth on his cock. I felt him shudder as I sucked his swollen head into my mouth. It was like I was sucking on a salty, sweaty, burning hot plum. And it felt amazing.

I stroked his shaft as I suckled on his head and it slurped in and out of my mouth. I moved my left hand down into his pants, and gently cupped and fondled his balls. They felt huge and I wanted to see them. I tried to pull them from his pants but they wouldn't come out. He reached down and adjusted his pants and I was able to free them from their confinement. As I was no longer stroking him, I wanted to try and take his entire length into my mouth. I released his balls and held the base of this cock firmly. Then I worked his thick rod in slowly, little by little. I couldn't get the entire length in without starting to gag a little, and ended probably two inches short. He made the first noise I heard from him as he let out a long, low moan.

He had stopped stroking my cock by then and that was fine; I wanted to give him all the attention and pleasure without me or him being distracted by him playing with me. But I took up jerking myself with my left hand as my right hand started up and down his shaft again. This time, I was moving my mouth up and down as well, matching the pumping of my fist. His rod was now really slick from my saliva and I found I could easily travel his entire length with every stroke and pump into my mouth. I felt his hand on the back of my head and he was really getting into it, as was I.

After a few minutes, I heard him grunting softly with every downward plunge of my mouth on his swollen cock. I released my own cock and put my left hand back on his balls and rubbed them, more firmly this time. I was going to make this experience the best he could have, just for my own satisfaction. (I like to think I gave him the best blowjob of his life.) I felt he had both hands on my head now, pumping me harder down onto his rod. I wanted to take his load in my mouth and swallow every drop.

I felt his balls tighten in my left hand and I squeezed and kneaded them a little more firmly. His head swelled even larger in my mouth. I stopped moving my head up and down and locked my lips around his cock head. I was now pumping hard on his slick shaft with my right hand. I heard him gurgle something unintelligible; I assumed he was letting me know he was going to come. Then, I felt his shaft flex and the first shot of come cover my tongue. It was salty and thick and hot. Immediately, a second shot followed, and then another. I held his come in my mouth for a second, feeling him fill me up. I then swallowed hard and gulped my first mouthful of come down. Another shot came, and another, and another. His orgasm seemed to last for a minute, though I'm sure it was probably only a few seconds.

I felt him going limp in my hand and I sucked out whatever was left in him. I straightened up and he put himself back together. My own cock was aching and I started stroking it. The guy encouraged me, saying quietly, "I wanna see you shoot." It didn't take long before I felt myself starting to come. I pointed my cock away from him and spurted a huge load against the wall. It felt so good and was my first orgasm in front of somebody. A day of firsts.

The guy then unlocked the booth door and left, just like that. It was awesome and I've often wished I could have another experience like it. A few times I've looked through postings on craigslist and found guys local to me who wanted anonymous, oral sex encounters, but I haven't worked up the nerve yet to answer one of the posts. Maybe some day.

Lori - A Neighbor's Delight

editor on Sex Stories

LORI - A NEIGHBOR'S DELIGHT - CHAPTER 3 By Kacey1999 Email kcdouglas1999@yahoo.com Please send your comments and suggestions as the feedback is always appreciated. This story is written at the request of a reader and I hope I do her fantasy justice. This is chapter 3 in the story and I will write chapter 4 after posting this chapter. Lori A Neighbor's Delight - Animal Lust Ken Patterson was living his dream. He had gotten extremely lucky and now had complete control over the sexiest woman, his next-door neighbor Lori. Not only did he have control over Lori but also her husband who was as thrilled as Ken was to watch his wife have erotic encounters. Ken considered the fact that he talked his wife, Helen, into visiting her parents for three days a true stroke of genius. He looked for
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ward to 'day two' with immense anticipation. Sex with Lori last evening had been the most memorable of his life. Further episodes would surely give him more memories to treasure. His plan was simple. Wait until Lori's husband, Andy, was home from work, then Ken and his sons would get together with the couple. They would watch a movie he had covertly recorded of yesterday's affair and just let things happen after that. Ken was positive that after four, virile males watched a blue movie of Lori having sex with his dog Rex, they would all be thoroughly charged up for another orgy. The phone rang not long after Andy arrived home from work and Lori answered. "Hi sweetheart. Glad you answered, as I wanted to tell you how much I loved having sex with you last night," Ken said and Lori stopped breathing while he continued. "That was quite the show you put on with the boys. Not to mention Rex. By the way, does Andy know my boys had already fucked his sexy wife," he whispered in an almost taunting manner. "Well, I don't suppose that after last night he'd mind them fucking you again. "I have a wonderful movie that you will want to see tonight. Bring your cute little ass over to my place at seven and tell Andy he will get another chance to see his charming wife fucked by a real man," he said laughing in Lori's ear. "Christ you had an orgasm to remember last night. Too bad poor Andy couldn't hold off so you could have one with him but hey, I was only too happy to oblige a woman in need," he told the guilt stricken woman as the memory of that fateful orgasm flashed back to her. "Oh yeah, please wear something revealing so me and the boys can feast on your luscious body. And no fucking underwear, please. It only gets in the way, eh? Now be a good slut bitch and do as I as say. Oh, now don't you worry, darling, you'll have fun, lots of fun. I promise you'll be squirming on my dick again. Now, I really don't want to kick your ass out and use my blackmail evidence against you," he said with a most threatening tone, "so be an enthusiastic fuck tonight." After the demeaning conversation with her hated neighbor, Lori did her best to describe it all to her husband. She did leave out the embarrassing things about the orgasm and what she was told to wear. Despairingly she noted an eager gleam in Andy's eyes, and knew that she would be totally at the mercy of Ken again tonight. The time drew closer to the rendezvous and Lori took many minutes to pick out the proper garments to wear. She selected a halter-top that was loose but it was made of a thicker material so it did not reveal her nakedness underneath. She decided to wear a pair of cotton shorts and they served the purpose enough to hide the fact she did not wear undies. Andy wondered what had gotten into his attractive wife as it took her forever to get dressed. And when she finally did, he noticed she omitted a bra. Considering last night, he took that as very brazen for Lori. 'She really wants to get fucked tonight,' he thought. It bothered him somewhat that she was so eager to have sex with Ken and his boys again, but he eventually shrugged it off, choosing instead to think of how erotic and lust filled the past evening was with the Pattersons. He had been a little too drunk last night. His own performance left a lot be desired and vowed to remain sober tonight. Both Andy and Lori were very excited when seven o'clock rolled around but for different reasons. The thought of once again watching his gorgeous wife have sex with another man inflamed Andy's mind beyond reason. Lori's heart rate was rapid because she feared the unknown and wondered if it would be possible to fight off the vulgar man's advances and regain a modicum of her dignity. She was sure Ken would insist on having sex with her and really didn't know how to prevent it from occurring. Without a word, the couple went the short distance to the Patterson's house. Ken's smiling face met them at the backdoor before they could ring the bell. "Come in please, I have a wonderful evening planned. I have a movie that I am sure you will both enjoy and hope you haven't seen it before," he said with a grin knowing he was kidding. "Let's go to the basement and get comfortable," he said and promptly handed them each a cold beer. Despite Andy's earlier vow of sobriety, both Andy and Lori needed something to help them relax and eagerly took the beverage from their host. The couple wondered what was in store when Ken told them that they would go into his basement den and watch a movie. They could only imagine the movie was one of sexual content but neither imagined it was of Lori. Ken led the way through the home to the lower level. Lori stopped short when they reached the bottom stair. Sitting on sofa chairs in the large, open den were Ken's two sons, Sean and Troy. Looking into the room, Lori knew that once she entered, she was lost. The silence went on for many seconds until Sean, the oldest teen, broke it. "Come on in bitch and join us. I'm just about to start the movie," the insolent teen said with a grin. "Flick the lights off so we can have a nice, erotic atmosphere," he said to no one in particular. Lori wasn't sure how the lights dimmed but suddenly it was fairly dark in the room. She was ready to bolt back up the stairs but Andy push her gently with his hand to enter the room. On legs that were trembling so badly that she was afraid to walk without Ken's muscular arm to guide her, Lori was escorted to the plush sofa. The settee was on one side of the room and a large plasma television was mounted along the opposite wall. The boy's eyes were tuned to the darkened screen anticipating something thrilling and exciting would soon be broadcast. Lori was pushed onto the sofa and landed in the middle of the soft cushions with Ken sitting beside her. She struggled to gain some distance from the overbearing man but was held steady by his powerful arm. He put his muscular arm around Lori's neck and hugged her close to his burly chest as if to indicate that Lori was his personal possession. Lori continued her fruitless struggle. Ken reached out to put his hand on Lori's chin and tilted her head in his direction. "Just sit the fuck still and watch the movie like a good little girl. Your loving husband brought you to me tonight, so be still. Enjoy it." Lori renewed her effort to escape his clutches. "Damn it!" he hissed. "You know I have more than enough blackmail evidence so you really don't want to piss me off. Cooperate, or else," he whispered and held Lori's gaze for a merciless few seconds. Lori felt totally devastated by the damning and dire remarks and knew she was in for a hard time at the hands of the man she hated most in the world. "That's better. Now, you may recognize the actors in this production and it is one of their best performances, if not their best," he said with a playful tone. Out of the corner of her eye, Lori noticed the television screen light up and then she heard what sounded like a dog panting. Slowly, Lori turned her head until the screen was directly before her eyes. She gasped as she saw the most dreadfully vile scenes ever. Rex was madly humping a woman who was on her hands and knees. The woman had olive skin, which appeared to be completely tanned, and it was more than obvious that she was totally naked. Time stood still, allowing Lori to take in all the minute details from the short, demanding pumps of the dogs hind end to the large swinging breasts hanging below the woman's chest. The woman's identity could not be determined from the camera angle; Lori was grateful for that, but that didn't make her feel any better. It was the most erotic and thrilling movie clip she had ever seen yet because she knew she was the star attraction, it made her shudder with nervousness. Rex's ass was humping at a furious speed and it was obvious his cock was buried in the woman. He had his front legs wrapped around the woman's slim waist and every time he thrust forward with his hips, he pulled back viciously with his paws. The woman was like a rag doll in the big, dog's clutches and her body rocked back and forth in a most dramatic fashion. The sight of the woman's tits, which were swaying violently to and fro in lost passion, mesmerized Lori. Suddenly, the powerful hind legs bent and held for a few seconds before driving upward with a potent thrust. The woman's knees visibly came off the ground and Lori got the shock of her life. She knew exactly what had happened as the memory was still fresh in her mind. Skillfully, the camera angle changed so it could show a close-up of the immoral scene, depicting the dog's balls hanging downward. The camera angle changed slightly and it was apparent that the dog's cock was planted to the root between the obscenely bulging pussy lips of the woman. From the grotesque bulging, it was obvious the dog had knotted with his bitch. Shocked by the drastic scene, Lori's heart felt like it stopped beating. Her eyes noticed how the large dog barely moved, yet the juncture of where they were mated pulsated as the dog filled his bitch with doggie sperm. Eventually, a trickle of slimy, white fluid somehow leaked from the sealed entrance and caused everyone to pant almost like Rex was doing on the screen. Lori looked around the room, which seemed to be closing in on her, and noticed the lust filled faces all watching the drama on the television. Ken leaned in to Lori and whispered, "Watch this, it's the best part of the movie." Lori merely anticipated the illicit actions he mentioned and slowly returned her gaze to the screen. She started to sob with immense repulsion when she noticed the hips of the woman quivering and Lori watched herself experience her first orgasm with a dog. It was with great nausea that Lori understood the consequences of the movie. The night ahead was going to be one with many theatrical performances and she would pay a large penalty for her past infidelities. She felt like it was a triple-X movie theatre where a man felt up his girlfriend in front of numerous spectators. The billboard would have described the movie playing, "A beautiful woman having sex doggie style." Suddenly, Ken reached under the bottom of Lori's top and popped her right tit into view of the many hungry eyes. They noticed the magnetic splendor of her magnificent boob, still tattooed with numerous hickies, some new, some barely fading. Each felt a deep urge to feel the smooth, soft flesh. Ken easily rolled the halter-top over her shoulders and stripped it off her body before she could do anything to prevent his actions. The enlarged nipples stood out most prominently displaying her excitement to all. Ken seized the opportunity to touch one. He pinched and rolled the hard bud without any consideration for how Lori felt. Lori tried to move his hand away but he merely slapped her hands aside with his free hand. She looked to Andy for protection, but her husband failed to meet her pleading eyes. Instead his attention altered between the TV screen and her tormented nipple. After Ken's stern reprimand and Andy's failure to intervene, her plight seemed hopeless. Resignedly, she merely sat on the sofa without a struggle Ken's oldest son, Sean moved to the sofa, bringing a brief protest from Lori when he sat beside her. Lori's eyes shifted around the room at all the leering males and suddenly her gaze caught sight of the well-trained Rex. He appeared extraordinarily happy and wagged his tail in eagerness at the scent that was in the air. He watched his adorable bitch sitting between his two masters, confident that they would reward him later. Lori felt helpless and decided to try one more time to reason with Ken. "Ken, oh please, you just can't do this," she whispered in a shaky voice. Then she wondered, what did he expect of her and what were his intensions? Maybe she was just jumping to conclusions and Ken was merely teasing her. Suddenly she felt Sean engulf the extended tip of her tit, sucking it so deep into his mouth that his teeth closed on her golden globe. His deft fingers found the tiny, front clasp at the waist of her shorts and easily undid it. Lori's arms were pinned at her sides by the two Patterson's and the teen swiftly lowered the accessible zipper to reveal bare flesh, nakedness that brought gleams of erotic eagerness to many faces. Andy watched wide-eyed as the boy engulfed his wife's hard nipple, amazed at the brazen attack. He knew he should halt the proceedings but the erotic nature of what the young teen was doing was profound. Lori squirmed in the soft cushions and it did appear like she was trying to get away. Why she pushed her chest upward and towards the evil boy, Lori would never understand. When Sean moved his hungry mouth to her other bud, Lori felt her stomach quiver madly in anticipation and she uttered a little squeal. Andy wondered whether it was from joy or fear but in his heightened state, he really didn't care. "Go ahead son, kiss her titties and put nice, big hickies on them. Mark the bitch just like Rex will do later," Ken whispered and smiled with sheer pleasure at what was intended. Lori's eyes opened wide with horror as she watched the rugged teenager use his mouth on her breast in a wanton fashion, sucking hard enough for his cheeks to cave in. In a matter of seconds, he shifted to another spot on the lustrous, tanned flesh and put a second fresh red hickie almost touching her enlarged nipple. The fresh, dark markings stood out prominently and Lori was speechless until Sean moved to her other breast. "Oh gawd Sean, please don't do that, don't put marks on me like that," Lori pleaded with the boy. Suddenly, Ken grabbed a handful of Lori's hair and aimed her face at the immoral scenes on the screen. Ken had purposely begun the movie with the most damning and incriminating images but now the full-length movie started at the beginning. Her attention drawn by the images allowed the teenager to perform his tattooing at will and he took full advantage. He put one hickie after another on the already bruised flesh and made absolutely sure they were perfect blood markings. In typical youthful fashion, Sean got carried away and soon had numerous tattoos all over both of Lori's titties as well as her tummy. The men watched the movie and got more aroused by the minute watching Rex perform animal magic with his bitch. Andy loved erotic movies but this one with his wife as the main actress seemed totally mind-boggling. He couldn't take his eyes off the furry beast when he mounted his gorgeous wife. The movie was at the point where Rex was humping Lori so fast his rump was a blur. Andy could see why his wife was thrashing so wildly as the cock's knot was beating her swollen clitoris like a battering ram. Suddenly the large dog slumped down while keeping the tip of his searing rod inside his bitch. Everyone could see the half-sized ball at the base of Rex's cock and knew he was about to claim his ultimate accolade. Lori couldn't believe the scene when the dog plunged his cock into her with such violent fashion it caused her knees to come off the ground. The scream from the speakers made her tummy summersault with anxiety because deep inside, Lori knew it was a scream of intense passion. Ken could feel the heat from her body radiating into his side. He didn't want to wait any longer. "C'mon Andy, let's all do it the way Rex did! Get the bitch down on all fours and let's all fuck her doggie style," he voiced his dramatic plea. "How 'bout it, buddy?" Andy pondered the man's question and wondered if he really had a choice. He didn't want any surprises to turn Andy against what he had planned so Ken decided to outline his scheme. "I am going to fill her cunt with chizz and you can get her to suck your cock at the same time. We'll fill her stomach with cum," he whispered and smiled at the same time. The power he held over the couple was compounded by his intense lust for his sexy prize and his cock throbbed it was so hard. Lori was like a puppet in the hands of the two strong men and she quickly found herself on hands and knees between the pair. They worked in unison with a common goal and Ken marveled at the sight of his dream woman waiting obediently for him to conquer her. They quickly removed the only garment Lori wore, leaving her naked as when she was born. "That's it man, shove your pecker in her mouth like that," Ken said and gave the order for Andy to fuck her mouth. Suddenly, Ken rammed his hardened cock deep into Lori with the compassion of a rapist and put his big, rough hands around her slim waist. Andy was impatient and thrust his hips at Lori's face with a wanton desperation. His fist surrounded the hard shaft of his pecker and guided the flared end between his wife's lips. There was no way Lori could refuse her husband's demands while in the embrace of a strange man who was fucking her as if she were a slut. "Come on Andy, let's fill her belly with cum, you down her throat and me in her cunt," Ken whispered through tightly clinched teeth. It was the most disgusting thing Lori had ever heard. Caught between the thrusting cocks of the two men, Lori felt consumed by unadulterated passion, so powerful that she was willing to do anything. Her vile neighbor was degrading her beyond belief, yet she complied with the man's wishes. Even her husband was treating her like a bitch, a dog in waiting for Rex who was watching the erotic action with great anticipation. Rex could smell the bitch's scent and it made his cock throb knowing he would soon be able to relieve the pent up fire roaring out of control in his loins. Lori kept glancing around at every opportunity and saw the two teenage boys and Rex. She realized there would be no reprieve until they all had sex with 'Lori the bitch' and the knowledge added fuel to her lust-filled mind. Lori could taste the salty pre-cum seeping from the tip of Andy's cock and sucked harder knowing she was making him happy. That was the least she could do, she reasoned. She somehow put her fingers around the throbbing shaft and felt his hips thrust erratically. Suddenly, molten lava filled her mouth and Lori swallowed as fast as she could to prevent choking on the hot cum. She loved the feeling of Andy's hard cock pulsing madly in her fist and milked his penis in royal fashion. Ken watched the faithful wife give her husband immense satisfaction and his emotional roller coaster slowly crept to the summit. Suddenly Ken was reaching the crest of the mountain and mercilessly pounded Lori's tender backside. He dug in fingertips into the velvety flesh of her slender hips and pulled back hard with every thrust. Once again the hated man penetrated Lori's innermost regions and she became conscious of her dilating cervix welcoming his immoral actions. She was keenly aware of the feelings deep within her, well beyond the reach of husband. Why she succumbed to Ken's demeaning measures troubled Lori but the rising waters of passion quickly drowned out any reason or sanity. She was like a doll and Ken pulled the strings to make her orgasm despite gigantic efforts to keep it under control. Andy could feel his wife's body thrashing madly with the big weapon embedded inside her and it was more than he could endure. He blasted every last ounce of creamy lava into Lori's mouth and down her throat. Ken wanted to humiliate the couple to the utmost and gritted his teeth as his orgasm rapidly approached. "Look at her fucking ass go, she's having a fucking orgasm and my big dick is so deep inside her that I think it's in her belly," he said with an evil grin. The filthy discussion made Lori feel deep remorse, but she could not prevent the impending violent climax running through her body like a runaway locomotive. "Come on, fuck my cock like the little doggie bitch you are. Can you see Rex watching you? He is going to do the same thing and fill your filthy cunt with his doggie chizz," he said and gave a sadistic grin. "Do you know what I am going to make you do?" Ken asked and the room went silent. "I am going to make you suck my dog's cock and feel his balls with your pretty hands," he told Lori. Despite being in the throes orgasmic bliss, she heard and understood the vile words, words that now filled her with panic. Ken was not done and wanted to keep up the punishment. "You seem to like giving blowjobs and Rex has never had his cock sucked by a woman before. Yes, you're going to feel his monster cock and suck it like a real bitch in heat, aren't you honey?" he asked and gave indications he wanted a response from his beaten adversary. The orgasm was making Lori crazy and her mind was utterly confused, not knowing what was reality or what was fantasy. Ken pounded his cock to the hilt and entered her delicate womb with the flared head of his cock robbing her last degree of wisdom. Lori was desperate; she felt the passion go over the edge and couldn't stop the convulsions erupting deep inside her inner most regions. Glancing around, it did not help as she noticed the excited faces and also the intense hunger in the large dog off to her side. Lori didn't know what to say or do and Ken could see her demise. Her orgasm went on so long that she thought it was over but then the hated man uncovered a secret passion inside Lori. The last thing in the world she wanted to do was please Ken but her hips pushed back with a newfound need. For some strange reason Lori understood this man was her master and he was willing to give her great satisfaction. Ken arched his back and exposed the bare flesh of Lori's ass, slapping it so hard that the pain quickly turned into desire for both parties. The floodwaters had been held back so long but suddenly the dam broke and Ken shot steamy lava deep into Lori's soul. Her orgasm burst into full bloom and all that was heard was a long, sorrowful moan from a woman who was experiencing a momentous climax. "I'm filling her hot box with cum," he grunted. "Damn, I love the way she squeezes my cock," Ken informed the world. "Christ, she's the hottest slut," he whispered and clamped his strong fingers onto Lori's slender hips. He pulled back so hard it brought further anguish to Lori but it was disguised in the form of pure joy. She cried and sobbed but realized a vulture fulfilled her fantasy. Her heart skipped a few beats from the knowledge her inner most desires were secretly waiting for Rex. Ken wanted to keep his hardened pecker deep inside her comfortable grotto but the thought of his young son fucking a grown woman was too much to resist. Slowly, Ken withdrew his spent weapon, which was beginning to diminish. "Come on boys, it's your turn to fuck her. Sean you stick it in her mouth and Troy you get the pleasure of fucking her from behind. Make her your devoted bitch, son," Ken said and everyone moved to comply with the man's instructions. Lori's didn't have time to move or get away from the enthused teenagers and they attacked like a hungry pack of animals. Before Lori could react, Sean knelt in front of her and thrust his slim hips at her face. It was very obvious what he wanted by the throbbing meat he shoved in Lori's face and he instantly placed it to her lips. She wondered if resistance was possible but swiftly found out Sean was on a determined mission. He pressed the tip between her tightly, closed lips and grabbed a handful of Lori's dark curly hair demanding she comply. Obediently, she opened her mouth and tasted the boy. Her dainty hand went to the thick shaft and attempted to hold Sean at bay so he wouldn't shove his cock down her throat. Lori's full attention was on Sean when suddenly her lower body came off the floor. Troy was impatient and rammed his extended pecker into her so hard it took her breath away. In a futile attempt to protest, her mouth opened which enabled Sean to reap the benefits as he shoved his dick down her throat. Dutifully, she massaged the boy's cock with her constricting throat while Troy reached a spot of Lori's womb that only he would embrace. Lori's body writhed erratically and her mind realized that this young teen was different. He did things to her that no other person could achieve and Lori opened up her world to welcome her special lover. Cut off from air by Sean's deeply embedded cock, she grew increasing desperate; she had to resume breathing or faint. Somehow her chest filled with needed air. The two teenagers felt profound power and supremacy and proceeded to assault the waiting body without mercy. Sean's stamina was quickly reaching an end and he could feel the pre-cum leaking from his man-sized cock. He tightened his groin muscles and held steady for many seconds hoping to extinguish the forest fire building inside his loins. With skill and expertise, Lori ran her tongue around the wide, flared head of the boy's cock and it was the undoing of his willpower. The flames shot through his body like a blowtorch and molten lava burst from his reservoir into Lori's waiting mouth. Troy watched his older brother receive a blowjob from his dream woman and knew time was running out on his staying power. He felt like a zealous animal and began pumping his long, slender penis in and out of Lori's honey hole with intense speed and power. He could feel the walls of his lover's pussy caress his cock like a million tiny fingers and Troy ravaged every inch of her pulsating grotto like a madman. Lori's heart was beating so fast it rushed blood to her head, giving her a thoroughly flushed appearance and indicating her heightened, emotional state. Marveling at Troy longevity the boy's father urged, "That's it son, fuck her! Fuck her like that and you'll make her your cock slave forever!" The teen kept pumping in and out for a long time while the young boy held Lori's hips in his strong hands to keep her imprisoned on his reciprocating rod. Having succumbed to the dad's demanding episode a short time earlier, gave Lori endurance to survive the young teens actions, or so she thought. There was a strange feeling welling through Lori's slender body that made her wonder what magical affects this young teenager had over her. Suddenly, Troy reared back and thrust into the tiny opening with all his might. Time stood still for the kneeling woman when the cock's head pierced her soul and her spirit drifted towards the clouds. Not only did Troy open the deepest regions of her womb, he shot burning lava into it to inflame Lori's mind beyond tolerable limits. The enormous cock Sean refused to take out of her mouth stifled the scream of elation, which came from her quivering belly. Lori was baffled by her ardent desire so close in succession to the earlier orgasm and her passion climbed a slippery slope towards the pinnacle of ecstasy. Her keen senses found all the smells, tastes and feelings overwhelming and she could not remember feeling anything like it. Salty remnants of Sean's cum filled her mouth, and for the oddest reason, Lori craved the taste of the boy's nectar. It was immoral and sinful but she drank all of the teenager's sperm with a dire thirst. The strong, sweaty odor from the boy drifted to her nostrils and caused strong urges to consume any remaining sanity she may have retained. Feelings of wanton desire devoured her conscious mind as Sean and Troy took her on a joy ride. Troy was in paradise. Stroke after stroke, he moved his long, slender pecker through Lori's cavern, caressing every nerve with tender, loving care. Her womanhood sucked at the cock tightly and Lori felt immense compassion for the teenager. Troy seemed to treat her with dignity even though his father controlled the situation. The teen put his long, strong fingers around Lori's waist and slowly moved her back and forth over his extended spear. Each time the two bodies collided, he inserted the head of his cock into the inner sanctity of Lori's domain and she secreted love juices to mix with his. With a howl, Troy's baby juice filled her womb to capacity. Soon it was seeping out the stretched opening. Lori could only imagine what it looked like with her lithe, naked body being rocked back and forth by the teens as they satisfied their intense lust. When Sean removed his spent penis from Lori's mouth, she caught a glimpse of her devoted husband. His face displayed the immense emotions running through his head and it was obvious he was overly excited. Lori refused to move a muscle to regain her freedom and relegated the next move to the youngest teenager. Troy kept his cock embedded in her inner being until his balls were fully drained. As the boys finished, Rex moved towards Lori anticipating he was next. He sniffed, drawn ever closer by a most alluring scent. Ken began giving orders but at first nothing registered in Lori's distraught mind. "Grab her arms boys, and get the bitch on her back. It's time for Rex to get his first blowjob! Damn, I can hardly wait to see her swallow his doggie cum," he whispered and suddenly Lori realized the meaning of what he was saying. "No, no, for god's sake you can't be serious? Please don't," Lori pleaded with her captors. Without hesitation, the two boys easily shifted her vibrant, featherweight body so she was flat on her back. Each teen held an arm at her sides and Lori was detained with no hope of escape. She looked at Andy and begged him to help. "Oh gawd Andy, do something. Don't let the bastard do this to me, not with his filthy dog. You know how I hate the fucking beast," Lori said but saw an almost crazed look on Andy's face as he rapidly stroked his turgid member. Knowing enough to cover her exposed treasure from the mad dog, she crossed her legs. Rex couldn't get at her cunt so he licked her smooth, flat tummy sensing that his goal was within reach. The bitch's aroma left no doubt as to her aroused state. Violent shivers consumed Lori's body as images of the dog's long, wet tongue made her squirm with a futile protest. Sean could see the dog's obvious excitement and grabbed the hanging meat swinging between Rex's legs with his right hand. He moved the hairy sheath up the long, thick shaft and slipped it over the slightly swollen base of his dog's cock. All eyes focused on the naughty sight of the obscene big, red cock squirting clear liquid in every direction. Sean aimed the hose at Lori and the nozzle sprayed pre-cum all over her outstretched legs. How her legs got opened and spread so that Rex could stand between them was a mystery to Lori. She looked down just as the dog's rough tongue hit her asshole and licked an everlasting path along the gaping, seeping slit between her thighs. When the razor-like tongue crossed the threshold and raked her tender clitoris, Lori's dreams of salvation came crashing to an end. One of the boys held the dog's head at the intended target and encouraged his pet to lick. Lori assumed anything so ghastly and crude could never make her feel desire but she was wrong. Once, twice and again and again the dog ran his wet tongue through Lori's universe and each time it pulverized her tiny clit. Every time her throbbing bud was caressed, she felt her tummy shudder in excited anticipation. Lori held her head up and watched the tongue work magic on her defenseless pussy. It was like things happened in slow motion. It was almost surreal when Rex's tongue hit her exposed clit and her expectations soared sky high. She knew from past experiences that whenever her sensitive bud was caressed, she could not keep her emotions under control. The coarse tongue scraped the tender morsel and after what seemed like many seconds, her body jerked madly from a most explosive spasm. Lori refused to believe it was happening to her and pretended to traverse into another state. Rex licked the hairless bitch and tasted a potion that enraged his animal instincts. He had never encountered a female that emitted so much fluid and he lapped away in an effort to satisfy his thirst. His long, powerful tongue curved and twisted at every angle and it enabled him to split the swollen labia with the skill of a surgeon. Lori could not remember there being a river running through her wide-open crevice and she was utterly amazed at how the dog penetrated her outer barrier with his tongue. She was absolutely positive the animal inserted his tongue inside her unguarded cunt and she shook with sheer dismay. Suddenly, his young master squeezed Rex's cock behind the large ball and it made the knot swell to full size far earlier than Rex intended. Sean coaxed the big dog to stand erect and made him move so that he stood over Lori's chest like an ultimate warrior with his front legs on either side of her head. This put his endowment in full view of Lori's wide, amazed eyes and she stared at the most unbelievable sight. She could not imagine how anything so big could fit inside her restrictive womanhood. Streams of transparent, burning semen shot from the tip of Rex's cock with every throb of the thick shaft and quickly covered Lori delicate flesh with joy juice. "That's it boy. Christ what a sight with that hot shit soaking her body. Get her to suck him and show us what kind of bitch she really is," Ken rasped making Lori shudder in disgust. Would she really succumb to the despicable man's wretched wishes, she wondered? Somehow the end of Rex's cock was placed mere inches from her face and it mesmerized her the way it emitted vast amounts of fluid, some of it landing on her pretty face. It was so hot, much hotter than anything she experienced in the past and it seemed to burn her flesh wherever it landed. There was so much fluid that Lori had to keep her eyes closed, but she couldn't turn her face away from the jet because one of the boys held her head steady. Why her mouth was open, she really didn't' know, but she tasted the nasty doggie cum and to her surprise, found it was not repulsive. Ken cupped the back of her head and lifted so Lori could drink from the fountain and suddenly the hot, burning cock was between her lips. Lori remembered hearing an order for her to suck and before she could respond, the meat was forced inside her mouth. At first the feeling was so intense and scorching hot that she wondered if it was natural. Then as her mouth filled, she began to swallow so that she wouldn't drown. She heard Ken speaking. "That's it baby, suck his cock and give him a blowjob," he said demanding she act like a sinful slut. "You'll be surprised how long he can last and guess what? He still gets to fuck your sweet cunt," A shiver ran down Lori's back with the knowledge she was Rex's bitch and there was no way to prevent the future from happening. "And I just love it when you climax on Rex's big cock, it's the most erotic thing I have ever witnessed," Ken whispered. Lori had no illusions; she knew her future was written. Lori recognized she should resist, stop doing what she was doing to the dog but the searing flesh was put in her dainty hand. Ken moved her arm until her hand was against Rex's pulsing pecker and after the initial shock of the blazing meat, Lori's fingers went around the massive ball. When she lightly squeezed the knot, Rex shot vast quantities of pre-cum down her throat anticipating a final conquest. There was so much liquid that Lori wondered if he was climaxing and she was drinking a load of his filthy, doggie cum. "C'mon Andy. Let's get this bitch on her hands and knees so Rex can fuck her in royal fashion," came the words Lori dreaded most. Suddenly, there were hands all over her body. Looking from one person to the other, she saw that all four, including Andy were aiding in her demise. "Get her in position as Rex needs his bitch right now... Fuck, his cock is still squirting cum all over the place! When he's done, I'm going to ream her out like she has never been fucked before. I'm going to fuck her goddamned ass," Ken boasted and Lori began to cry. She wasn't sure if it was because she was about to become Rex's bitch for the second time or if it was from what Ken promised. Her thinking was abruptly interrupted when the large dog mounted her back and his weight came crashing down over her torso. Tears ran from her puffy eyes and everything was a blur so she couldn't focus on her predators. Everyone knew what was to follow and the anticipation was making emotions reach towering peaks. Rex mounted his prized bitch. His dog brain filled with vivid memories of how unyielding Lori's pussy was the last time and how much he enjoyed the powerful bond he formed with her. He felt her hips remain nice and high to enable him to pound his ramrod into the narrow crevice between her milky thighs. The long wait had built up such intense desire that he furiously probed for a solution to his maddening lust. He pounded the end of his pointed cock into Lori's tender flesh and coated every inch of her lovely body with oil. Lori's breathing was coming in an extremely ragged, almost panting fashion. Rex's powerful front legs wrapped around her slim waist and his paws pulled her midsection backward to prevent any evasive action from the trapped woman. Suddenly the sharp end of Rex's cock stung her like a killer bee. It filled her with panic when she felt her honey hole being invaded and with one vicious thrust, the dog pierced her cervix and entered her most cherished domain. It took all the air from her lungs and Lori desperately gasped for needed oxygen. At 5'5" and 106 lbs, Lori was no match for the powerful animal and she was like a rag doll in his grasp. He pumped his weapon in and out of her tight hole so fast his furry rump was a blur. Lori could feel the soft hair of Rex's belly surrounding her backside and felt helpless in the powerful dog's clutches. Rex wanted to plant his seed deep inside his bitch and show her he was master. With the knot enlarged prematurely, it was impossible to penetrate Lori's barrier and the large ball pounded her clit without a respite. The enormous heat and merciful bashing took a toll on her stamina and Lori wasn't positive of her resolve. She whimpered like a tiny puppy and felt a huge storm turn her belly into a quivering mass. "Oh sweet fuck, she's creaming on Rex's cock," declared Ken to the hushed audience. "Look at her ass go! Christ, he's pounding her pussy like a wild beast." Lori quickly realized the truth and released her love juices to coat the dog's thick cock. All her life, Lori was the controller, able to keep her climax under wraps waiting for her partner to achieve ultimate pleasure but not with the Patterson's or their unruly dog. It was as if she were an immature schoolgirl yearning for sex without any limits or boundaries. There would be no knotting with his bitch tonight but Rex was completely satisfied with filling her womb with his spunk. Lori knew exactly when the big dog climaxed. The volcanic emission coated every tender morsel of her inner being and it felt like a raging fire inside her belly. So much cum flooded into her that it started to seep out and run down the insides of her thighs. Rex's cock pulsated like crazy and Lori felt every surge like it was a heavenly body inside her loving womb. The juices mixed and melded together as two orgasms rushed over the horizon and down the far side of ecstasy. Having expended his load, Rex knew his ultimate goal was out of reach. An overpowering urge to cleanse his mystic cock came over him. He stepped over Lori's back with one front leg and his ramrod came out of her honey hole with a gush of steamy liquid. It was whitish and fairly runny and pooled between Lori's knees much to the amazement of all watching eyes. Her first recollection of what the disgusting man was going to do came when he simply pushed Lori onto her stomach and forced her legs apart by simply kneeling between them. As degrading as Ken wanted to be, Lori never felt the shame of what he had planned. He coated his middle finger with an abundant amount of lubrication leftover from the dog's penetration, and then whipped his finger through her slit. Once, twice and many times his finger slithered through Lori's wetness until it was thoroughly oiled. The puckered asshole lay barren and the slick finger pierced her forbidden entrance, slipping inside purgatory with one shove. Lori's back arched and her head came up when a sudden spasm shot through her body from the most offensive maneuver. She tried to recoil and get away from Ken's hand but it was too late. He curled his rugged body over Lori's and put his lips next to her ear. "I am going to coat my cock with dog chizz and fuck you in the ass. Have you ever been fucked in the ass?" he asked and chuckled. Andy and Lori had talked about anal many times but never experienced it. She never expected it to happen with her vulgar neighbor and struggled to get out from under his overpowering body. Ken began imitating his upcoming plan and moved his invading finger in and out of Lori's twisting torso. His hand followed her every move. "Oh please, please don't. Not there, not in my bum, please," Lori pleaded most desperately with Ken. He merely laughed at her vain attempts to get free and kept molesting her coveted rear end. "Honey, you aren't going anywhere so just enjoy it. You know what's going to happen? We are going to fill every hole you've got and fill them all with cum. But first, I'm going to stretch that gorgeous ass of yours with my big prick," he told the shivering lady. Deep down inside, Lori had wanted to try anal sex but it always scared her to think of Andy using her ass for pleasure. The thought of Ken forcing her to succumb to his depraved demands made her shiver with fear but at the same time, eagerness. "Hey Andy, hold this slut by her shoulders," came the crushing order. Looking up at her wild-eyed husband, she pleaded, "Oh, please Andy. Not this... not this." Her pleas fell on unhearing ears. Seemingly forever, he'd always wanted and fantasized about sodomizing her, but she always steadfastly refused him that pleasure. Now was his chance to fulfill that sordid fantasy too and if letting Ken do her first was the price he had to pay, then he was all for it. Ken shifted his muscular body until he reached a position with his hips between her thighs. Little sobbing sounds escaped her throat when she felt him run his hard cock through her vast wetness, coating the bulbous head with oil. When he paused at the door of her virgin asshole, Lori held her breath in expectation allowing her head to droop towards the floor. There was no pain, only slight discomfort when he inserted his thick weapon between the globes of Lori's sweet butt. With a grunt, her asshole opened and he was inside her. Again she held her breath, grunting as he slowly shoved his thick pecker into her ass. "Holy sweet Jesus, he's got his cock in your ass dear," Andy whispered in an attempt to reassure his lovely wife that he approved. "He's going to fuck your ass, honey, and it looks absolutely wonderful." Gleefully he watched his neighbor take his wife in the most depraved manner yet loved seeing her squirm under Ken's control. "That's right baby. I'm going to fuck your ass and shot my hot cum into your slut belly," the neighbor man bragged. "When I'm done, the others are going to fill all three of your holes with their hard cocks," he said and meant every word. Slowly he pumped his big pecker in and out of Lori's corn hole and stretched it for the very first time. Eventually, it was easier to pump his rod in and out and he grabbed Lori's slim, curved hips with his large, calloused hands. Ken started fucking Lori in earnest and pounded her hips into the floor in a violent fashion. His eyes were a blaze and he increased the tempo until he was thrusting at a furious rate. Lori had never felt anything so astounding or mind blowing and she had to struggle to control her rising emotions. She imagined this type of sex would be painful and it would make her feel totally shameful. But she was wrong. The muscular man held her ass with his strong hands and fucked her like she was a rubber doll. Suddenly Lori realized Ken's hips were thrashing out of control and his groans of pleasure meant he was christening her rear entrance with gooey sperm. No man had ever done that to her and her tummy somersaulted in trepidation. She felt completely embarrassed yet thoroughly excited by being a pawn for the demanding man. With renewed lubrication, Ken moved fluidly in and out of her ass and felt her trembling body actually pushing back to meet his powerful thrusts. He marveled at how sexy and obedient Lori appeared. When Ken was finished dumping his large load of cum deep inside her forbidden territory, Lori heard voices. The men were talking and although she couldn't distinguish what they were saying, she knew she was the main topic of conversation. "Okay Andy, its time for your beautiful wife to perform like a true slut. We're going to fuck every hole she has," Ken informed the startled husband. "You get under her and we'll lay her on top of you so you can fuck her pussy. Troy can get her to suck his cock and Sean can do it in her ass," Ken told the enthusiastic onlookers. "Maybe after you guys have a go at her, I'll be ready to fuck her again," he said in a teasing manner. Lori shuddered in fear as nothing so drastic had ever happened in her sheltered life. So many things were merely fantasies or dreams before she met the Patterson's. With ease Ken moved Lori's defiled body, determined to heap another indignity upon her. He had seen such things in erotic movies and now he was getting the opportunity to actually realize his most sordid dreams. Lori shivered from the thought of Sean filling her once virgin hole while her devoted husband was inside her honey hole. Her mind raced to all the scenarios and possibilities. Suddenly Lori's lightweight body was overtop Andy's and somehow positioned so vulnerable that his upturned cock was pushing into the narrow gap between her legs. She pushed the palms of her hands into Andy's chest and tried to hold herself apart from her husband. Andy almost blew his entire load when someone's hand surrounded his throbbing cock and aimed it at the open target. He was encouraged to thrust and within seconds, the head of his manhood was between Lori's puffy labia. The volcanic heat of his wife's opening was like a dominant magnet and urged him forward. Andy overlooked the traumatic incident Lori was about to experience and readily succumbed to Ken's devious plans. The combination of him thrusting upward and someone pushing Lori's hips downward embedded his pecker to the hilt in a matter of seconds. Enslaved by his wife's wondrous pussy, Andy quickly became aware of Sean hovering at Lori's backdoor. The teenager crouched over the prone bodies of the married couple and used his own saliva to oil the flared head of his penis to allow him to achieve penetration. He held his breath as he pushed the soaked head into the yielding restrictive entrance. Everyone knew what was happening and all felt an intense level of excitement. Lori's eyes were glazed as she watched the handsome, youngest teenager shift his muscular frame until he was in a perfect kneeling position directly in front of her face. Troy grabbed Lori by the hair and guided her charming face to the end of his long javelin. She remembered wondering how he could keep such a raging hardon but quickly shuffled it off to the fact he was a virile teenager. Ken watched his sons ravage the adorable woman and knew the treat ahead was going to be most memorable. Sean and Troy were poised to vanquish their wonder woman in a manner their dad planned out in every detail. Lori was positive that she uttered protests and threats of retaliation but if she did, they fell on deaf ears. When the oldest boy slowly thrust his powerful hips downward, Lori's brain was filled with anguish. She had no time to dwell on what was about to happen as Troy easily separated her rosy lips with the swelled head of his penis. Andy merely arched his back to keep his hips upturned and tried his utmost to keep his cock buried inside his wife's heated grotto. Inch by inch Sean worked his excessive ramrod into the channel opened by his father. Lori dearly wanted to scream in agony. She kept expecting intense pain and her insides were like a tight, violin string of anticipation. Luckily, Ken's earlier invasion had prepared Lori for Sean. Her vivid imagination went over the movies from the past where she watched three men fuck a woman. She never visualized such a dramatic event would ever happen to her but the Patterson's would ensure another lifetime experience. Sean's thick shaft spread her ass, which was even tighter because of Andy's presence, while Lori clamped down on his rod like a giant vise. It would take many minutes before the teenager was able to move his cock in a fucking action but much to Lori's dismay, his hips began going back and forth. Moments later, the three males were pummeling her lithe, slender body. For the first time in her life, Lori was experiencing anal sex along with vaginal sex and a blowjob, and she shuddered from the debasing measures. She always thought it would be a most shameful event but the feeling of excitement within made her realize it was not so appalling. To her utter disappointment, Andy's hips were soon thrusting madly and it was obvious his orgasm was in full bloom. He filled Lori's inner tomb with hot, burning lava while the teenager slowly moved his cock in and out of her once forbidden chamber. Once again, Lori was left alone to deal with Ken and his sons. "Atta boy, fuck her ass and make her love your big cock. Do it like that," Ken said relishing the purely erotic scene. Suddenly, Lori was drinking cum and with two hands around Troy's throbbing pecker; she did her best to control the boy's wild climax. Blast after blast of the creamy cum flowed down Lori's throat and the three treated her like a royal slut. "That's it baby, swallow and drink the baby juice. Ya know, it's almost time to turn poor Rex loose. He can't keep his nose away from his bitch. Look at him, his fucking cock is hard again and swinging out of his sheath," came the filthy words that made Lori shake with disgust. "He's one horny dog and loves filling his bitch with doggie cum," Ken whispered and giggled at the expected encounter. 'Oh gawd no', she thought, 'he wants to let his ugly dog do it to me again.' Suddenly she felt the hips above her begin to thrash out of control and realized that the teen was about to empty his load into her rectum. Although Lori did not achieve an explosive orgasm, her emotions ran a gamut a mile high. She could feel the boy's molten lava fill her ass and knew she was acting like a slut in the hands of a mere boy. Lori gave a tiny curse at her husband, who was in a state of total bliss because he did nothing to help her allowing the Patterson's absolute power. Troy hesitated and cherished the erotic feeling of Lori caressing and handling his dwindling cock. He noticed the conclusion of the two compatriots and saw his older brother slowly remove his spent organ from Lori's rear with an audible sound. The loyal pet began sniffing around; noticing the enticing scent of the opposite sex and everyone could see the dog was thoroughly aroused. He jumped about excitedly and his massive cock swung freely between his hairy haunches. Knowing what would come next, Lori let go. She felt alive, so alive that her belly was churning madly with the anticipation of being ravished again by the large, unruly dog. It didn't matter that Andy or the others were present, her mind was in another space, another universe. The previous three-way affair and events were without a satisfying resolution and her emotions remained aloft at a surreal peak demanding satisfaction from whatever quarter offered it. When the dog's long, wet tongue plunged through her wetness, Lori thought the top of her head would explode. Rex tasted the sex, the woman's enticing nectar and lapped away with great enthusiasm. Lori marveled at the rough texture of the dog's tongue and the feeling of pure ecstasy as it roughly raked across her almost raw clitoris. How her hips got placed high and totally open to her bestial lover, Lori was at a loss to figure out. With skill and enthusiasm, Rex licked the open crevice and even appeared to linger on the tiny, throbbing bud at the head of Lori's pussy. Why she willing complied with the vulgar man's demands would haunt Lori for a long time. "Open your legs bitch and let Rex do it to you. Become a doggie bitch and let us watch Rex fuck you again with his big cock," Ken whispered wanting Lori to feel totally compelled to obey his wishes. "Goddamn, I hope he does it and puts that big knot of his inside your slutty cunt like he did the other day! Do you remember being tied to him? Oh fuck, that was hot!" he said not expecting an answer. "I said open your legs bitch!" he repeated the vile demand. Lori began to whimper, giving a moan of protest but did as she was ordered. "That's better bitch. Yeah, spread'em wide, baby. Now on your knees, damn you!" came the order that made Lori wince. Lori complied with his demands. Knowing Rex was close by, she remained motionless, waiting for the animal to mount her. Suddenly she felt the weight of the large dog on her back and he clamped his powerful legs around her waist like he did earlier. Rex pulled back hard knowing exactly what to do and thrust his steel rod into the narrow crack aimed at his cock. Jab after jab caused Lori to emit sounds of utter compliance and she could feel the tip of Rex's cock hitting the entire area exposed to the dog. Everything was so vivid and stunning that Lori found it hard to breathe. Her entire insides quivered and shuddered frantically knowing that her orgasm was teetering on the edge of another disaster. She fully understood once the mad dog entered her overheated pussy her teetering climax would explode, forever ruining her stature and what tattered pieces remained of her dignity. Ken saw the utter destruction of her soul brought on by his beloved pet and moved next to Lori's face. He grabbed a handful of her jet black, curly hair and twisted her head to gain her complete attention. "You're a bitch. Say it! Tell me you want Rex inside your cunt and fucking your cunt. Say it! I want you to say it or else," Ken whispered the threats that Lori took for real. "Oh fuck, oh fuck he's so close to my cunt!' she pitifully groaned. "I can feel his dirty cock touching me... almost go in me," came the moaning voice of the hopelessly lost woman. Suddenly she grunted and groaned, feeling the end of the dog cock penetrate her universe, but then withdraw as he was merely lubricating her. Rex had more experience than most dogs and he knew that it was imperative to oil a tight bitch if he was going to seal her entrance. At the moment he pushed into his wife, Lori heard her husband hiss, "Oh fuck, yeah... The dog is going to fuck you again, baby," she heard her husband hiss. Rex's animal instincts taught him how to impregnate a bitch. He had to seal her opening with his ball while filling her pouch with his royal seed, and hold the spermy lava within the bitch's womb for a long time. Rex skillfully kept control of his knot not allowing it to swell until it was time. Every time he entered the tiny grotto, he felt the powerful muscles of her vagina clamp around his thick shaft but still he shot pre-cum in vast amounts. There was one thing that Lori feared. Every time the big dog grazed her rear entrance, she twisted her hips in desperation trying to evade his weapon and prevent him from entering her ass. Suddenly, the end of the cock scorched the inside of her vagina. Lori moaned and Rex knew what to do next. He lowered his hips slightly but kept the tip of his heat-seeking missile in the hot cavity. The scene was extremely heated and Ken pulled Lori's hair hard demanding that she keep talking. He wanted more humiliation from his gorgeous servant and his emotions were heightened seeing her struggle to evade the dog while pleading for him to have mercy. The darkness inside her head was profound and Lori's mind was overtaken by ecstasy. "Andy, Ken, dear gawd he's going to do it to me. His cock is so big, so hot I can feel it burning my cunt. Oh no, he's inside me again, inside, ins..." she said before her voice was cut off by a vicious thrust by the untamed beast. Rex used his powerful hind legs to thrust upward with the velocity of a catapult and propelled his long, thick weapon into his waiting bitch. He could feel his cock rip through her cervix, into the inner sanctity of her womb and his hairy sheath rolled backwards. It uncovered the base of his cock where three or four inches of ball remained dormant. The big dog was in control this time and knew not to allow his massive ball to expand before it was time. Rex pumped his cock in and out of Lori's small cavity so swiftly that her body rocked back and forth furiously. He squirted pre-cum into Lori, which not only lubricated her passageway but also heated it to boiling temperatures. Lori felt the extreme heat from Rex's lance and realized how much hotter it was than any man's. It was time to breed his hairless bitch. Rex paused briefly, crouching down slightly to give Lori a short-lived respite, remaining motionless for a few seconds. Lori deemed her turmoil was almost over and relaxed, allowing her body shrink downward along with Rex's. The mad dog suddenly thrust upward with such power and accuracy that he implanted his raging cock into Lori's most inner being. Her outer opening clamped tightly around the far side of Rex's knot and he knew it was time to pump blood to his cock to ensure a perfect seal. The ball swelled in size and Lori was his bitch like he remembered. Lori could not stop her juices from coating the dog's prick in royal fashion and her orgasm exploded to erode every bit of stamina left in her body. "He's so deep, so hot, I can feel him in so deep and I can't stop it, I can't stop myself," Lori moaned so distraught from the fact her orgasm was pre-mature even happening before that of a mere dog. Rex kept his dog meat fully embedded in his wonderful bitch and kept blood flowing to his cock until it reached maximum size. It was the first time Andy heard such loud screams of utter bliss from his faithful wife and it sent shivers of joy down his spine. He watched his wife's orgasm consume her being and heard how the violent explosions in her belly forced her to make loud animal sounds. All Lori's attempts to conceal what was happening to her were for not. All four men watching the amazing scene were fully focused on the two animals and noticed that one was experiencing a full-blown orgasm while the other was merely getting ready. His bitch's body rolled and jerked so hard that it put intense pressure on the raging knot and his cock throbbed madly in anticipation. Rex assumed Lori's struggles were an attempt to escape his attack and he pulled back with his front legs using all his strength. The orgasm was the most earth shattering of all time and the rising tide of lust flooded Lori's judgment. Severe convulsions ran through her midsection and Lori secreted a womanly potion to mix with the dog's emissions. Lori cried and tears ran down her rosy cheeks as she felt the embarrassment of having an orgasm with a dog. Not only was it an orgasm but also it was one of gigantic proportions that rivaled any in her history. A titanic orgasm that was witnessed not only by the loathsome Pattersons but also by her husband as well, an orgasm that no doubt was recorded for posterity and unremitting blackmail. She could feel every jerk, every spasm that ran through Rex's cock from the thick, bulbous base to the fiery tip as he began secreting massive amounts of real cum into Lori's inner chamber. His flaming tool jerked and throbbed at a rapid tempo although his hips remained fairly steady, as Rex filled the vulnerable cavity with more dog juice than it could hold. Rex panted like crazy and felt fully invigorated by the lustful affair. The climax seemed to get better each time with his prized bitch. Nearly spent, he suddenly yearned to cleanse his pulsating cock. The immense pressure of Lori's tight opening actually pained him and he quickly twirled his body so that his front leg stepped over Lori's back. He turned completely around and the two bodies held by the tight union. Time was suspended while the weight of Lori's body, which was slightly lower than Rex's, pulled hard on the secure bond. The large ball came free after what seemed like an eternity followed by a surge of liquid and Lori's legs collapsed. She sank to the ground and felt an enormous relief to be liberated. Andy was immensely thrilled from watching his lovely wife performing fantasies that the couple had dreamed about for years. He watched her collapse on the soft carpet in a heap of exhaustion and saw that her evening was not over yet. Ken had his large hands on Lori's body and his hungry mouth began a pleasant task. Andy watched him tattoo his wife's flesh with a dark, red hickie, placing it on the sweaty cheek of her bum. One, two, three until he shifted to the neglected cheek to do the same. Andy was mesmerized by the man's demoralizing mission and watched as Ken rolled Lori onto her back. Then he sucked more red blemishes into the silky flesh lingering in the shaven area to ensure complete intimidation. Added to the earlier ones already covering tits and her body, these hickies were the most beautiful marks crafted onto his wife's flesh. The degrading deed should have infuriated him but for some strange reason, it had the opposite effect. "Here, clean my dick off so I can fuck your pussy with it," Ken whispered and immediately shoved his semi-hard cock in her startled face. Lori didn't know how to resist the man who demanded to be master of her sphere. She did not struggle as he placed the head of his cock between her lips and insisted she suck it. In a matter of seconds, his ramrod was deep in her mouth and Ken reaped all the rewards of an expert blowjob. Andy would never tire of such erotic scenes involving his wife and he remained in the background just as Ken assumed he would. Lori's mind was on cruise control and knew exactly what each male wanted. She felt the blood rushing to the oversized pecker and in no time it was rock hard. It throbbed madly in her mouth and she put her dainty hand to the thick shaft to gain a firm hold to prevent him ramming it further down her throat. Ken's intimidation worked to perfection and Lori felt a slave to his wishes and demands. She looked at him in a new light and realized his ultimate strength and authority. Lori wanted desperately to stop acting like Ken's slut but didn't know how to stop. She felt a raging desire for everything the vile man did or made her do, and readily accepted his sons as worthy sexual partners. Not only was Lori's body in tune with the three Patterson's, but it was also in tune Rex their dog. Rex had forced Lori to become a devoted bitch not once but three times and she shuddered with the knowledge a grown, mature woman could achieve such a climax with an animal. THE END I will continue with another chapter, which will be DAY THREE, and hope to have it posted soon. Please send your feedback and suggestions to me as I appreciate the views of my faithful readers.

Anna Unwilling 2: Unwilling no more?

storieteller on Sex Stories

     I wiped the remaining tear from my face, took a deep breath, and stepped onto the stage...

    I steped into the cylinder. It was humid and sticky, it made me feel weird. I stoped my thoughts. What am I thinking? I thought to myself, I'm about to be auctioned off as someone's sex slave, and all I can think about is, "This cylinder is humid"?! I began to cry as someone bound my hands to the top. "Get over it doll-face!" said the man binding my hands. "No one cares!". I let those words sink in. I continued to cry. I could feel the mascara staining my face.

    The cloth was pulled from the cylinder and I was revealed. My mascara and tear stained face was an obvious give-away that I was a promising virgin.
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Men hooted and howled. It all made me feel awful, I began to sob helplessly. A voice came out from over the crowd, "Yeah Baby!"

    "Today our star is a young virgin!" Anounced the auctioneer. "She goes by the name Kiwi, and is a juicy 14 years old!" The men had howled with lust! I could see from the cylinder hard-ons everywhere. "She is very tight and up for grabs! She is willing to do anything you ask, threesomes included! Blowjobs, anal, 69, you name it, she'll do it!" I sobbed even harder. Willing? I thought, willing my ass! "We all know it honey, now shut the fuck up!" said a man from the crowd. Oops, I thought to myself, I guess I said that out loud...

    "The bidding starts from $500!" $500? I thought, why so much for me? I guess virgins cost more than non-virgins... The bidding went on, and I was sold for $750 to a fairly young man. He had a good body. Which was good, at least I wouldn't loose my virginity to a 55 year old slob, with a huge dick. He seemed about 17... He stepped onstage and untied my hands. And I took him to my room.

    I plopped on the bed and waited for intruction. I didn't expect him to say anything other than instuctions, but he proved me wrong. "My name is james. I'm 16 and a virgin, and my friends gave me $1000 to go lose my virginity." "What?" I asked. "You really want to lose your virginity other than to someone you love?" I stopped talking, I remembered what Randal had said. "No Talking! He tells you what to do, you obey! You are not to develope any kind of relationship with any costomers. Understand?" It echoed in my mind and I snapped back into focus. He began to talk. "Well, yes. But I don't want to become one of those people who lose their virginity to someone who will break up with me the next day. And I'd rather not be a 40 year old virgin either." I guess it made sence. "So what do you want me to do?" I asked. He didn't say anything. He just stood there. "I don't know. How about you?" He asked me. It took me by surprize. "I'm not allowed to say. I'm not even allowed to talk." I replied. "Well then," He replied. "I guess we'll just have to be gentle on each other..."


    He sat down on the bed next to me and slowly began to take his clothes off. I did the same. Obviously, it didn't take me long. I stared at his penis. It was down, and somewhat big. It looked about 7 inches long, and 1 and a half inches wide. Based on what little knowledge I had, That wasn't half bad for a 16 year old.

    I knew you can't do anything with a down penis, so I took it in my mouth. I could feel it hardening. After about 10 minutes of blow job, He had cum in my mouth, and was fully erect. He was blushing entirely by now, and seemed highly embarressed. I pretended I didn't notice. He pulled out of my mouth and headed toward my pussy. I was dripping wet by now. I mean, this guy was so hot, I couldn't believe he was a virgin! and he had a nice dick, and he was even only 16! Only 2 years older than me! "I think this is going to hurt..." he said, and entered. I was crying, but I clenched my teeth together and hoped he didn't notice. Then with a sudden thrust, he pushed through my hymen, and there was blood everywhere! He stoped. "Go on." I said. I really wanted this now. And he began to thrust. In and out, in and out! It felt incredible! He must have thought so too, because he was gradually getting faster and faster. Thank god for condoms, because he came. A lot. He and I were both screaming, there was so much cum! Then he pulled out. My pussy ached for more, but he looked tired. "We have untill 9 a.m. What else do you want to do?" I asked. "Nothing." He said. He could tell I looked confused. "Lets just sleep."

    We climbed into bed together, But we didn't sleep. We just talked. It was nice. We talked about everything. High school, dreams we had. How he didn't really have any friends, and that he couldn't get a date, and saved up his money. When he began to blush, I giggled, and promised I wouldn't tell any one. Even though I knew it wasn't true. I knew me and Jessica would be good friends, and I was going to like it here. Eventually we fell asleep. I woke up and we were in a spoon position, I was on the inside. I could feel he had a a hard-on, and the bed was wet, as well as my backside. I guess he was dreaming about me...

    I fell back asleep, only to be awaken with a startle about 20 minutes later. There was a loud bang on the door. "Time's up!" A man yelled. Probably Randal. Has it really been 12 hours already? I thought. Oh well.

    "You can come see me again you know?" I told him. "You just can't like, tell anyone here." "I know." He said. "I would love to, but it may take a while..." "I know" I said. "I'll look forward to it..."

    Then he got dressed and left. Randal walked in.
"I see your first night was very busy." He was refering to the many stains on the bed.
I didn't tell him what really happened.
"Today is Sunday. You get Sunday and Monday off. You can stay in your room or walk around the mansion grounds. You just can't leave."
"Yes sir." I said. He began to leave.
"Wait," I asked "Where is Jessica's room?"
"Down the hall and to the left. Room 125."
"Thank you sir!"

    I got up and dressed and walked over there. I knocked on the door and Jessica answered. "Hey Anna!" She said. "Come in!" I sat on a clean chair.
"So how was your first night?" She asked.
"Ok." I replied. "A hot 16 year old bought me for $750."
"$750?" She asked. "Wow, I sold for about that much when I was a virgin too... How was the sex?"
"It was nice! It hurt at first, but then it felt good. He got semen all over the place! After a while, we stoped, and we talked and fell asleep. He came in bed while we slept though..."
Jessica laughed. "Don't worry, the maids will come in and clean it later."

    After about 2 hours of chatting and laughing, the two friends walked downstairs to the kitchen to get some breakfast.

    The 2 day break was nice, but now it was time for business. Randal had definately noticed the friendship in the two girls. While chatting in Anna's room, he knocked on the door and entered.
"Girls?"
"Yes" they both answered.
"It appears we will sell you both in tonights auction, as a threesome."
"Ok." Jessica replied.

    Randal left. Anna looked nervous. "Don't worry," Jessica said. "It'll be fun! Here, lets make a routine for the auction...."

To be continued.

I know, I changed the plot a lot, and it insn't as good as I had hoped it, but the next insert will be much more sexual. I swear...

True Story, New to the forums!

dune on Sex Stories

This is a true story...

  It started out one Saturday afternoon, my ex fiance and I were hanging around the house. She is a cute blonde maybe 5'5 wil 36d breasts, but not fat by any means. Anyway we decided to have a little fun.

  We put down a plastic sheet over the bed, and got out a bottle of sex oil that we had. I slowly undressed her while kissing her all over her body. After completely undressed I rubbed the oil all over the front of her body. Suddenly my phone rings, so i say crap Ill be right back. I answer the phone and it is my friend Frank. We talk and he asks what Im doin, I said not too much. He says oh well I'm gonna head over to hang out Ill be there in 45 minutes. So I say O.K.

Meanwhile, my fiance is still laying on the body all hot. I go back up

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stairs and we start having sex. Then I get the handcuffs out of the drawer, we actually had 2 pair she loved them. So I handcuff both hands to the bed post. I handcuff her on her stomach so that her back is facing up. I rub the oil all over her back and ass until shes nice and slippery. Then I slowly slide a finger into her ass, she lets out a little scream, as I suprised her. We had only had anal once. I slowly massage her ass with the one finger, and gently slide in two.

After a while she is worked up enough I slide into her. I continue to gently poke her for about 10 minutes, until I cant take it anymore and come in her tight ass, she lets out a sigh as my cum fills her.

This is where the fun part starts, I uncuff her roll her back over on her back and then recuff her, as if I am going to "take care" of her now. However I re-apply the oil so she is very slippery and horny.

I then say Im going to take a shower, she screams "WHAT?" you better uncuff me. I tell her no, Frank will be here in a few minutes I'll leave the keys on the counter. This room was a loft so she would be able to hear him when he came in. She yelled and yelled as I went downstairs. She said you can do that as she squirmed. So I went back up and kissed her, I said dont worry he'll unlock you.

So, I do go in and take a shower..I'm in there maybe about 15 minutes with a hard-on thinking about what may be going on outside. Then I come out of the bathroom and sit down on the couch. I hear very quiet talking and get excited to realise Frank is up there with her.

Then things get very quiet and I hear no noise, I listen closely to see what I can hear. Suddenly I hear quiet moans. My plan worked. Slowly my fiance starts to moan more and more, and I begin to hear the handcuffs rattle against the headstand.

The went at it for about 20 mintues as I sat there listening, he even made her cum, I found out later. After they were finished Frank came down and walked right past me into the bathroom. He came out about 5 minutes later, and acted like nothing happened athough he knew that I was right there.

My fiance, at the time remember, later told me the whole story in detail and she really enjoyed it. That was only the beggining of this year long (or so) sex triangle.

Let me know if anyone wants to hear more, I do also have pics of her, not naked or anything but regular pics to help picture it..haha.. but I cannot post them on the site for fear of someone recognizing her.

Could this be our first date or was it our last date?

Crumbly Flake on Sex Stories

I thought that you would like me to tell you what I want to do to. Assume that I am going around to your house. Imagine that we have never met. We decided to go out but you aren't ready when I call for you. You apologise. You ask me to come in and tell me that you will be about 20 minutes because you just got out of the shower. You have on a dressing gown. I don’t know what you have on underneath, but I twitch at the thought. I sit down and watch TV. You tell me to help myself to a drink or whatever I want. You go upstairs. I idly flick through TV channels. There is nothing to watch. The minutes tick by. You call down to ask if I am OK. I say I am fine, and that I have been channel hopping but there is nothing on. You say that I ca

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n come upstairs and talk while you get ready. I walk slowly upstairs and into the bedroom with the light on. You are sitting on the edge of a large bed, looking into a mirror and putting your make up on. Your dressing gown has fallen open and I see your slinky bra. I comment how nice you look. You reveal some more. You stand up and the gown falls wide open. You have on slinky black briefs and stocking. I love sexy, classy underwear. I tell you just that. You smile. I move closer. I can smell your fresh skin and your perfume. I am hard. I can see your nipples and the shape of your sex mound. I reach out a finger and brush your neck, so very, very, lightly. You shudder. I ask if you are cold. You reply "Not at all". My finger traces down your front and down the side of your pants. It doesn’t linger. I crouch down. My finger traces down your leg. You move your legs apart slightly. I touch your skin so slightly. I run my finger back up your leg. I stop jut short of your sex. It is level with my mouth. You push out towards me. I stand and my finger continues on its journey. I move it in circles around each breast. You close your eyes. I see your nipples are hard. I am so hard my self. I can feel wetness in my pants. Your mouth is slightly open. I face you so close. I can feel your breath on my face. I part your lips with my tongue. We kiss so lightly. We don’t touch anywhere but our mouths. You moan quietly. We gyrate our mouths. You taste so sweet...
The gown falls from your shoulders. Your arms hang limply by your side. Your eyes are closed. We break our kiss and my tongue follows the route taken by my fingers. Down your chin, it touches so lightly. It follows the contour of your neck and when it reaches your breast it circles each one slowly in tighter and tighter circles until it is touching your now erect nipples through your bra. I run you round. You respond without question. I gently rub your back while my tongue follows the path of your spine. I see the back of your panties are thong style. When I reach it you involuntarily spread your legs a little anticipating what I am going to do I move them a little wider and bend you over. The cotton strip doesn’t cover your sex. I tell you to spread your legs more and bend right over. You obey without question. The lips of your sex are spread. They glisten with wetness. My tongue travels between the cheeks of your bum and circles your sex lips. I don’t touch your pleasure bud, but just circle it, around and around. Sometimes I push my tongue right inside your tight vagina and let the juices flow onto it. Then, when I am wet I continue to tease your pussy. You are bent double and your legs can go no wider apart. I tell you to stay in that position. I quietly remove my shirt and the rest of my clothes drop to the floor. I am naked behind you. My erection  is like steel and the end of my hard cock glistens and runs with my love juices. I unhook your bra and it slides off your arms and falls to  floor. Your breasts are naked. I stand close behind you. My  hard cock is between your legs. It brushes your nether lips. I move closer behind you and pull you close to me. We are like spoons in the draw. I put my arms around you and cup your breast. I gently massage your erect nipples. I cup your breasts in my hands. I push my hips towards you. The head of my cock slides along the lips of your sex. You are aching to take me inside you. To feel me stretch the sides of your cunt so very, very wide. To feel me pound myself mercilessly inside you, but no, that will have to wait. I cannot empty my cum inside you until you are completely satisfied, but before that we had forgotten that we had arranged to go out. I pull away from you and tell you that we will finish it later. I tell you to get dressed but wear no thong and wear hold up stockings. You protest slightly but know that it is no good. You know that I am going to tease you when we are out, when we are in the car, when we are in a restaurant. You will be continually wet thinking of what is to come. We walk out to the car. It is a dark night but clear and bright. There are stars in the sky. I open the car door for you. You drop down onto the car seat. I close the door quietly. The seat is leather and you slide about on it. I walk around the car and get in. You look at me but I don’t look back. I tell you to move your dress from underneath you so that your bare ass is on the leather. You do as you are bidden. Your bottom sticks to the leather. I tell you to undo the buttons right down the front of your dress. I tell you to keep your bra on but to pull your breasts out so that they are hanging out, erect, over the top of the cups. I tell you to sit with your bottom well forward on the seat and your legs as far apart as they will go. This is how you will be when we are driving. I Lean over and kiss first one nipple, and then the other and then I kiss you full on the mouth. My finger finds your sex lips and slips just slightly inside your wetness. You try to move your legs wider but the car isn’t wide enough. Gently stroke your clitoris while I kiss you then suddenly break away completely, put on my seatbelt and tell you to do the same. I start the car and drive away. You are totally exposed but it is dark so no-one can see you. We drive a short way out onto open roads. The car, now warm glides effortlessly along. It is automatic so I drive with one hand. I put my free hand onto your leg. I gently stroke it  from your knee to your thighs. When I reach the top of your thighs. I graze your sex slightly and move back down again. I do this many times. When my hand reaches your sex, you groan and I retreat. You say that you cannot stand this much longer. But you must. I stop the car in a quiet spot. I tell you to lean over and release me from my pants. You eagerly take my massive erection from its bounds and without being asked just take it right into your mouth. You rub it up and down all the time sucking it. I tell you to play with yourself while you suck me but to keep spread so that I can see what you do. I notice your smooth pussy. Freshly waxed. I am approving thus far. Your hand moves between your legs and you search for your own pleasure spot. You try to spread your legs as wide as they will go, doing just as you are told. It allows easier access to your stroking fingers. You circle your clitoris slowly with your finger tips and thrust your smooth mound towards me so that I can better see what you are doing. You spread your cunt lips and pull the hood back from your bud to reveal it in its swollen glory. You are dripping wet. You start to rub faster. You wank my massive erection at the same speed as you finger your clit. Your mouth is just over the end of my rock hard cock, ready to catch my juice when it spurts out. You are wanking us both off at the same speed. You fuck your mouth with my cock. Your hips buck in time with your motions. Your body arches in spasm, again and again. Your mouth gapes wide but is filled with the end of my erection. My cock is dripping with precum. I am ready to explode but I hold back intentionally. You fall back in the seat and instinctively move your legs back together. You still hold my cock. Your mouth has abandoned me. I tell you to fasten your clothes but still sit with your legs apart. I haven’t finished with you yet. You slowly dress your self and adjust your position on the car seat with your legs as wide as they will go. I am ready to burst but know that in a few minutes my lust will subside.  I will generate more spunk so that when I finally fill you there will be massive amounts squirting inside your cunt (or your mouth or your arse or just all over your face and tits). I have all evening to decide how I will use you. I am about to put myself back into my pants. It isn’t easy as I am still massively hard. The end of my cock glistens. I tell you to suck me clean so that I can dress. You take the end of my cock in your hot wide mouth and suck all the juice from me. I tell you that it is now clean enough. You sit up and I dress. I start the car and we drive slowly off from our parking spot and onto the road. Soon we are in town. We decide to have a quick drink and then eat. We pull up outside a smart wine bar. The lights are low, but it looks warm and full of atmosphere. I park the car. You ask if I think you look OK. I reply that you look fine. You put some more lipstick on, holding your mouth invitingly wide as you do so. I think of filling it with my cock. Later I will fuck your mouth. It can wait. We get out of the car and go into the wine bar. The meal is surprisingly uneventful. On purpose I make it so. We drink champagne. We eat wonderful food. We eat slowly savouring each mouthful. You are waiting for the next “instalment” of our contact. You wait. You have to wait. The bubbles in the champagne make the alcohol go straight to your head. You are tipsy. You giggle. We decline sweet. I ask for a very large glass of mineral water with plenty of ice. You look puzzled. You were ready to leave. When the water arrives I tell you to drink at all quickly. You drink it down stopping to breathe two or three times.I take the glass from you. We are seated in a small booth and I move around so that I am beside you. I tell you to open your legs wide under the table. No-one can see. You still have no panties on. I take several lumps of ice from the glass. They start to slowly melt in my hand.  I put my ice filled hand between your legs and slide it up your thighs. I cup your sex with the ice filled hand. Your body shrnks from the icy touch. I scissor my fingers pulling your sex lips apart and pop each ice cube into your vagina. I push them right up inside you. You squirm in the seat. Water trickles between your buttocks. I remove my hand and take more ice. I put more cubes inside you. You are full and tingling and numb all at the same time. I take three more cubes. You can hold no more. But you can. I cup your sex once more with my ice filled hand. I sl;ide the first cube between your buttocks. It rest on the pucker of your smaller hole. I press, you try to pull away. I tell you to stop. I push first one ice cube into your arse, then another and another. I push them deep into with my finger.I tell you to clench your muscles to prevent any escape. I pay the waiter and we leave. As you walk water starts to run slowly down your leg making you clench your cunt and arse muscles even tighter in order to stop it. I walk slowly. We get to the car. I tell you that it has been a lovely evening and that I will take you home and speak to you next week. I don’t know how you feel about that. In the car I tell you to sit with your buttocks over the edge of the seat so as not to wet it.You are quiet in the car. We don’t speak. We do not touch each other. You wonder if I am going to demand something of you. I don’t. you are numb inside and dripping wet. The melting water and the slimy love juices mingle coating the whole of your sex area. We stop outside your house. You ask me in for coffee. You expect me to decline. I accept. You are (pleasantly, I think) surprised. You make coffee and we make small talk. I excuse myself and go upstairs to the bathroom. When I return, the fire has warmed the room, because, even though it is summer, the evening is chilly. I stand behind you. I massage your shoulders and I towel you dry with a large warm towel. You close your eyes. The fire warms us both. The lights are low but we are bathed in a warm, amber glow. You have put a CD on to play. The music floats around the room. I take a large folded and pressed handkerchief from my pocket with one hand while the other massages your shoulders. You do not know what I am doing. You do not care. I shake it out and carefully fold it into a long flat shape. Your eyes are closed thinking about my touch taking the day’s aches from your muscles. I gently drape the folds over your face before swiftly sliding it in front of your eyes and tying it quickly behind your head. You complain and move your hands up to remove it but I order you to stop. You silently obey. I adjust the blindfold so that you cannot see. I tell you that whatever happens you must not move unless I tell you to. You ask me what I am going to do. I tell you that it is better you find out than me tell you. I tell you to sit perfectly still. You are still dressed. I tell you that I am going to leave the room and that I won’t be long but that I am still watching you. You sit stock still. I walk out of the room. You wonder where I have gone and what I have planned. After a short few minutes I return. I tell you to stand and stay absolutely still with your arms by your sides. You are only to move if I tell you to. You obey silently. Piece by piece, fastener by fastener, I slowly remove your clothing. It falls to the floor. You are standing in front of the fire in your beautiful lingerie. I unclip, your bra and your breasts hang free. Your nipples are hard in anticipation. You still have no panties on. I leave your stockings in place. You have just your stockings and high heeled shoes on to conceal any nakedness. I tell you to spread eagle yourself in front of the fire. There is a large fluffy rug in front of the fire. You lie on your back and spread your legs and arms. The rug tickles  your back. I tell you to spread wider, as wide as you can go. I move the couch away so that you are spread as far as your joints will allow. Your sex lips glisten with wetness. The slit of your cunt is opened and your pinkness beckons. In your world it is dark. You don’t know what I am doing. You feel the slightest touch on you skin. Then again just the faintest touch. You shiver. You do not know what can have such a gentle touch. The silk-like touch slowly covers your whole body as though trying to paint every inch of you. It avoids your sex but skirts the edges. Every time it does so you body arches to try to get the silken touch to invade your sex lips.  You wonder what it is. A finger? A feather? Your arm is lifted and whatever it was is tied around your wrist. Than it starts again and soon your other wrist is bound and then each ankle in turn. You effectively have a long tassel around each of your limbs. You are still free to move. You have moved your limbs together as you have writhed in sensual pleasure. I tell you to spread them again and that if you don’t I will have to make you spread them forcibly. You obey immediately. Your sex lips are pushed apart. You think by fingers.  Then a tongue, you know it is a tongue gradually, gently, everso lightly circles your sex without touching your sex bud. Your sex aches to be penetrated and to be touched. Your body flexes and your legs and arms contract. I tell you to stand. You slowly stand. You are disorientated. The fire warms you. I tell you to follow me but you do not know which way to go in your darkness. You feel a tug at your wrists. You are being led by the wrists. The tassels at your wrists  are being pulled. You follow the direction of the pull. You feel the glow of the fire fall behind you. You walk slowly, afraid of stumbling. I tell you to trust me. You walk following the tug on your wrists. I tell you we are going upstairs. Trust me. I tell you when to mount each stair tread. You follow me in your darkness. You are in your own house but you don’t know where. I tell you to turn around. You hear my voice but are not sure where I am standing. I tell you to sit down. You feel for something to sit on but I quickly tell you to hold your arms straight down by your side and to trust me. You do as you are told  and sit expecting to fall into emptiness. To your surprise you find, what you think is a bed underneath your bottom. You relax. I tell you to lie back and twist onto the bed. It is easy now. You are on a large bed. I tell you to spread yourself wide once again. No, …..wider. You are told to spread yourself into the shape of a cross. You do as you are told and are conscious of how wide you are spread. Your cunt gapes wide. Your breast are spread out on your chest and your arms are open wide. You feel a tug at your ankle. You had forgotten the tassels, you are now conscious of the leashes at your ankles and wrists. Your leg stretches and you cannot move it. Then the other leg is first pulled tight and then immobilised. You try to resist a little and in doing so move your arms down. You are told immediately to put them wide above your head. You complain, but it is no use. Your arms are tied even tighter above your head. You are spread eagled on the bed. You can move slightly but that is about to change. Pillows are pushed under your buttocks thrusting them upwards and taking up the last slack in the bonds. Your sex is open wide and thrust outwards. You cannot move. You hear me walk away. I am gone for just a minute. You wonder where I have been. You strain your ears trying to make out what the sounds being made are. You are shocked by an freezing cold sensation although it is not icy cold . Cold wet hands are massaging your breasts. You can smell something tangy fruity sweet. The hands squeeze each breast in turn massaging the creamy substance into your flesh. I take some of the cream on my finger and put it in your mouth. It tastes fruity and tangy. You recognise the taste of yoghurt. I tell you to open your mouth wide. No, wider. You feel the bed move. I am on the bed with you. A slimy salty liquid drips into your mouth. I am letting my pre-cum run into your mouth. It runs down into you in a long thin stringy stream. The salt taste mingles with the fruity yoghurt taste. You long to have my cock in you. In your pussy, in your arse, in your mouth. To hold it. To massage it, to swallow my cum. I kneel astride your face and wank my cock into your mouth. You suck it dry. I start to rub my cock around your lips. You try to catch it in your mouth. Your tongue darts over the end of it. Once again it glistens with my natural lubricant. I rub it all around your mouth. You taste the salt. I stand up. The pillows under your backside have slumped. I push more pillows under you. You feel the bed depress under you and the feel a small, everso gentle touch on your sex lips. The silken touch glides between your legs. You try to get more of it but you are held tight. Your cunt lips are held open and the touch slides along your pink fleshy openness. You are running with juice. Your pussy is aching to be filled. You feel a pressure at your entrance and try to move towards it but still you are held.  The pressure increases and you are stretched wide. So very wide. You are not being touched anywhere else. Your pussy is being stretched to its capacity . You feel the flesh entering into you. Deeper and deeper till it feels like it will come out of your back. It withdraws until nearly out of you and is then jammed hard into you for its full length. It shocks you. The pace quickens after every withdrawal, it is thrust into you again and again. The speed quickens and suddenly it stops. You are left gaping. You hear a draw being opened.  It closes again. A feeling of something cold and hard between your legs.  A buzzing noised sounds as I turn on the vibrator and circle your sex hole. Sometimes I slide it into the silken gash  and use your lubricant to make it slide over you. Sometimes I replace it with my erection. Sometimes I fuck you while the vibrator circles your clitoris. Gradually it gets closer to your sex bud. You stomach is tightening. Your back arches. You gasp for air. It is coming. Your long awaited orgasm is approaching. Your hips buck as much as they can. Wave after wave of pleasure come over you. Again and again. You cannot breathe. You gasp and let out a small scream. The buzzing stops and once more you are filled with erect flesh. This is now it. You will take it all. You will have my sticky semen fill you. I pump in and out of you mercilessly. My weight bears down on you. Your cunt is spread so very wide. I am as deep into you as I can go. You feel my hips buck again and again as I release squirt after squirt of hot cum inside you. Slowly I withdraw from you and you feel my stick juice run from your pussy and down the split of your backside. You feel a finger (is it a finger?) slide between the crease of your buttocks. It is wet with semen. It slides easily into your backside and slowly but gently masturbates your arsehole.  Thankfully it is a finger. Your arse could not take more, but the sensation of a fingertip is very erotic. Two more fingers penetrate your soaking vagina. The membrane between your orifices is squeezed under pressure. The fingers in your cunt probe upwards curling forward to your belly, searching inside for your magic internal spot. Like an electric shock they find it. Your arse contracts as your body spasms but it cannot expel the finger deep inside. You start moan. It gets louder. I tell you that you must be silent. You try to hold your breath. Your body bucks in spasm. The bonds pull at your wrists and ankles. Again and again you spasm until you are spent. You lie exhausted. I take myself from you leaving you gaping wet and empty. you are breathless. I stand up from the bed, turn out the light and close the door. It is pitch black. Even without the blindfold you wouldn’t be able to see a hand in front of your face. I am gone for minutes. Was it minutes? Have you slept? You hear the door open.  Someone walks into the room. The light switch clicks on. The light does not penetrate your blindfold. You are still in blackness. You call out. I don't respond. I speak to someone. I am not alone? No-one responds. You hear me comment on what I have done to you. I say that your pussy is to be admired and fucked whenever you are spread like this. I tell the visitor that he can do what he wants with you. There is no response. I ask him (is it him or her?) If they would like to take you? You don’t hear a sound. Can you hear one pair of feet or two? You strain to hear. It is impossible. You feel someone get on the bed as it depresses beneath you. You feel something graze your pussy lips. That is the only contact with you. A large hard cock slides into your cum filled pussy. Slowly it goes deeper and deeper into you before taking up a regular rhythm. You try to smell my familiar smell but your senses are numbed with sex and pleasure. The cock inside you increases its rhythm. Faster and faster it pounds into you before emptying a long thick stream of hot semen deep into your belly. The cock leaves before softening. You are gaping as the person leaves the bed. The only contact with you was that thick stiff cock. I ask if they enjoyed having you. Still no response. You hear footsteps leave the room. How many pairs? The light switch clicks off. The door closes. You are alone again. You wait in the dark. A minute? An hour? You hear noises that you do not recognise. Cum runs out of your vagina and trickles past your anus and onto the bed. It tickles. You long to wipe it but you still cannot move. The pillows and bed have settled. You can move slightly. You hear doors open and close. You hear a voice saying “goodbye”. The sound of a door closing again. Footsteps. The door remains closed. Running water. I am in the bathroom. You hear a shower. There is splashing. After a few minutes the splashing stops. There are other noises. Minutes tick by. You notice the sound of a clock ticking. You can’t remember having a clock. It is quiet. Perhaps the ticking is your watch and it juts seems loud. You cannot remember where it was put. You couldn’t remember of course because you were blindfolded. Then more running water. Rumbling this time. The bath. It rumbles for along time and then abruptly stops. Footsteps. The door opens. The switch does not click this time. You are still in blackness and the room is dark. Footsteps walk around the room. They  pause a few seconds at each corner of the bed. You hear a table lamp switched on. The bonds are slack. You stay spread open. You test your restraints. You can move. You sit up. You stretch. Semen runs from your insides now that you are upright. You clench your muscles to hold it in. You move your hand and feel its slimy wetness. Is that the cum of one person or two? You ask the question aloud. There is no answer. You remove the blindfold. You blink in the light. Although the only light is a table lamp, it seems extremely bright after your blindfold. The room is empty. You can see through the door. The landing light is lit. You stand up. Semen leaks down your leg. You call. There is no answer. You go out of the room. You search each other rooms. No-one.The bathroom is steamed up. There is a hot bath filled with fragrant bubbles. The light is not switched on but the room is illuminated with scented candles. They flicker in the hot steam. The room is filled with a warm glow. Fresh towels are at the side of the bath. A robe is warming on the radiator. You start to move faster. You shout again. Silence. You run down stairs and into each room in turn. The house is empty. You switch off the light and peer through the window. My car has gone. Slowly you remove the bonds from your wrists and ankles. Thee are marks where the material has been tied around your flesh. It is just red. The marks are fading already. Tomorrow there will be no trace of what happened. Your legs are soaked but you are empty now. Slowly you climb the stairs. You go into the bathroom and slowly, one leg at a time, climb into the bath. You slide beneath the bubbles and water. The water invades you. It takes away all traces of what has happened. Your mind drifts. In your mind you replay the nights events. Will you ever see me again? Will I call you? You don’t have my telephone number and then it occurs to you, you don’t even know my name.

THE END

The Real llusion

SugarCaine on Sex Stories

The Real Illusion

She sat in the moon light with a thoughtful look on her face.. She was tense all over her body with anticipation.. She sat and she trembled.. Wild thoughts ran through her head and she laid her head back against the pillow on the back of chair and closed her eyes…. Soon she dosed off in to a exhilarating dream that made her skin crawl.. It felt so real..

He ran his hand down over her shoulders and in to her tank top squeezing his hands beneath her bra until he could fondle her nipples with his finger tips, as he pinched the nipples between his fore and middle fingers she arched her back and whined.. She grabbed at the middle of his fore arms and slid her hands up to his shoulders and could feel

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the muscles under his warm skin, and his hot breath on her neck as he kissed it oh so softly. Between her legs she began to feel herself getting wet and could feel a throbbing sensation from her clit as longed to be fondled.

She slid out of the chair on to the floor, he moved out around the chair and crouched right beside her and pushed her dress up out of the way running his fingers along her inner thigh. He slid his fingers over the silky underwear that she had on and could feel the moistness in them. He kissed her navel as he slid his middle finger then fore finger inside of her, he could feel her legs tremble. Hard and engorged inside of his jeans he was becoming harder by the second and was relived when she slid her hand up his leg and across his cock and pulled down the Zipper slowly. The sensation of the vibration from the zipper was enough to make him weak, he held him self up with is other hand and removed the one from her crotch. She pulled on his jeans as he helped pull them down she wrapped her hand around it and began to stroke it as she kissed around the base. He could feel the blood as it pulsed in his cock and could feel the warm wet feeling of her tong as she ran it around the head of his dick then took him all the way in kissing the base when she could go no further.

He slid one arm under her pulling off her panties and the other unzipped the back of her dress, he then lifted her with one hand under her knees and the other behind her back and picked her up off the ground, he stood up and moved towards the house placing one thigh on each of his hips and sliding his warm cock in to her.. It felt so wet and warm. He placed her back against the wall and slowly slid in and out of her. She mooned and this made him want her more, he grabbed a Brest and began to pinch and bite at her nipple, and as he thrust himself in and out of her she closed her eyes and let out a yell as she hit the height of it all, and dug her nails in to the backs of his shoulders and ran them down his back..

Laying in bed his body was hot and covered in sweat from the dream that he was experiencing. The sun crept in to the widow and across the floor towards his bare naked sleeping body. When the sun touched his face it woke him from a dream that gave him the most exhilarating feeling of being real, “Was it real?” he said out loud to himself. He stood up grabbing a towel off of the pile of clean laundry to wipe the sweat off of his body. Standing there staring at his bed drenched in sweat and seamen from his wet dream, and the thoughts of the girl in the dream still running through his head, he headed for the shower. While the water ran down his naked body weaving over each muscle he could do nothing, but think of the girl that occupied his dream almost all night, and the thoughts of her still made him hard.

He climbed out of the shower with no thoughts of reliving the throbbing in his groin the only thoughts were on the girl from the dream and the amazing details in which he could remember of the dream. “You cannot remember dreams this well” he said trying to convince himself that it wasn’t true but last night seemed so real, it was scary..

He sat down on the couch and turned on the television, tried flipping through channels to get his mind off of the girl and when he couldn’t he put his hands over his face to try to remember details of events in the dream, and at that point realized that he could remember them all.. He could then feel the throb in his groin again and he looked at the phone.. “There is no way that the dream could have been real.. She would never have been here last night..” His eyes shifted back and forth from the phone to the ceiling as he thought of calling her to see how she acted.. When it rang he felt like he jumped right out of his skin.. Picking up the phone he took a deep breath, “Hello?” he asked and only heard breathing on the other line… “Gwen?” he said it without thinking…

“How did you know that it was me?” The voice on the other line said “I don’t think I have ever called your house.”

“Caller ID” even though he had never looked at the little box that sits clear across the room. It was just what he said cause that is all he could think of… “What have you been up to?” Trying to change the subject. “Your right you don’t normally call, what’s going on?” Glad that he got her off of the some how physic events..

“Nothing much I was just a little board and figured that you wouldn’t mind if I called to visit a little..” he could hear in her voice that she was leaving something out.

With out thinking he said “do you have any plans for tonight, Cause I don’t?” now realizing what he said.. He closed his eyes and scolded him self for it..

“No plans here, actually absolutely none I have today and tomorrow off, and entirely nothing to…...” She cut her sentence off and paused for Quite some time… “ Why do you ask?”

Not being able to think of something to cover his words at this moment and wanting to say something so she wouldn’t know that something was on his mind like he knew something was on hers.. “Want to come over her for dinner……” he thought for a moment longer.. “ I have a pool and it has been quite hot out lately.. I also have air conditioning”

“sounds like your already trying to talk me in to it and I haven’t even said no yet.” He could tell she was smiling, you can hear a smile in some ones voice when they talk on the phone.

“Well what do you say?” he asked now thinking that that may have been why she called.. But she stayed silent for a few moments… “Not a biggie I just figured that I Live out here where it’s a little more open and it would get you out of your apartment”

“Ya,, no, that don’t sound like all that bad of an idea..” her voice still pausing frequently “but I have one question first..”

“What’s that?” un concerned as he could be

“ How real should Dreams feel,” His heart now pounding as he listened and let her ask her question.. “ I mean this probably sounds real odd, but I had a dream last night and I can remember it real well… But what’s Odd is that it was like a Real Illusion, you know like a magic trick that everyone thinks is fake but no one can figure out how it was really done…” she stopped cause she noticed that he became real silent.. “well its no biggie” she said trying to change the subject..

Covering for him self “don’t know I really don’t remember dreams at all but I know people that can remember them pretty well.” hoping that it worked he started to feel that she shouldn’t come over.. But he wanted her to so badly..

“Well” she cut in “ what time should I be out there?”

Astonished she agreed, and they said their goodbyes, as he pressed on the off button on the phone, he took a deep breath and hung up the phone.

The blinds were still closed, dinner dishes were still in the sink from the night before, and he still sat in his towel on the couch. He stood up and pulled down on the string to the blinds, Flooding the room with bright sun light, he closed his eyes to get time to focus and could see her, quickly opening his eyes again he walked to the kitchen and picked up a sponge to do the dishes..

Going through his dressers he had this odd feeling of not knowing what to wear, a feeling that he cant for the life if him ever remember having. Finally he decided on just something normal, a pair of slacks and a nicer T.

On the nightstand was his wallet, he stuck it in to his back pocket and picked his keys up off of the dresser, everything seemed like he was doing it in slow motion, cause his mind was surely someplace else. On his way out to the car he paused to grab a pop out of the cooler on the porch and toss out a beer can from the night before.

 

Still sitting on the couch staring at the phone, in total shock of what she just did, not being able to believe that she was hooked on the thought of him in her dream. “Why on earth did I call him?” She stood up and walked to the shower, setting her coffee down on the counter next to the sink she leaned forward to look in to the mirror she could see the effects that not enough sleep does to you on her face, even though if this was a dream she slept quite well last night. Shaking her head she Pulled her night shirt off over her head and laid it on the counter. Climbing in to the shower all she could think of was his arms wrapped around her and his lips pressing against her neck.

After her shower while she stood in her towel in front of the mirror brushing out her hair, she could feel her muscles relax and it seem that worries were lifted. Its just a get together between two friends, so she slipped in to a silky flowing summer dress that she wears all the time in the summer and used a little cover up under her eyes to get rid of the sleepiness look that she started the morning off with.

Placing her swimsuit in her bag she also tossed in some warmer clothes for the cooler night, a complete change of clothes for the next day, and a night gown.. Thinking that she knew that she wouldn’t need these, she felt she should take them any way, “I’ll just leave them in my car.” saying it out loud so she could let her self know that it was ok to take them. She picked up her purse and looked at her over night bag and laughed out loud, thinking.. . “How Ironic, my dream now I’m using something called an overnight bag to go over to his house..” She carried her bags out to her car and walked back to shut off lights and get her keys.. Her keys were on her head board an when she reached for them she couldn’t help but think of her dream again, she quickly shook her head to try to get rid of the image of him, “I cant be thinking like this.. I need to get rid of this feeling before I get there!” she said aloud scolding herself for the thoughts.. Then hit the light switch and walked out of the house locking the door behind her as she went.

That summer

chineseboy on Sex Stories

This is my first time ever to write an erotic story. Plus English is not my mother tongue. I know it may sucks, but I really want to have your feedbacks to be better. So girls from English-speaking countries, help me out will you?

I’m a 21-year-old boy from China. I’m 75kg in weight and 178cm in height, strongly built. Right now I ‘m studying at a university in Chengdu,

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southwestern China. I ‘m crazy about basketball, actually I play for my college. I used to have a girlfriend back in high school. But after high school, we went to different cities for college so we broke up afterwards.  But we still kept in touch using text messages.

  There’s a very beautiful place called Jiuzhai Gou north of Chengdu. Last summer, she wanted to go check it out. Since I haven’t seen it either, so we decided to go together. I know that she didn’t have a boyfriend then. I used to have one in the first semester, but broke up because we felt we weren’t right for each other.

Her college ended 10 days later than mine did, so I just waited for her in my dorm. During those 10 days I thought hard hoping to surprise her when she came. I can still remember all the sex we had in high school. My first time ever was with her, so was she. The first time I touched her breast was in the lab building where nearly nobody goes late at night. The first I felt her pussy was in my home. This may sounds interesting, at that time I didn’t know that women’s pussies get wet when they are aroused. So I thought they were urine. But she told me that this is the time when her pussy is ready to take my dick. That day we couldn’t wait anymore, and we had our first sex ever. It felt wonderful. After that we grabbed every possible chance to make love. There was even once she gave me a blow job in a building which was still under construction. But they were all very traditional. But this time I want it to be special. All my 3 other roommates went home one by one. The day she arrived I was totally by myself.

  I went to the train station to pick her up. We took a taxi to my dorm. On our way home, I told her that she can stay at my dorm room and there’s gonna be a surprise for her. When we finally reached my room she asked “ so what’s the surprise?”

  “Do you want it now?”

  “Why not?”

  You see, our beds and tables are joined together. The beds are above the tables. There ‘s a metal bar attached to each bed to prevent us from falling down when we sleep.

   “OK, close your eyes” I said. Then I blindfolded her and got those ropes I prepared. I tied both of her wrists to the bar. Then I took off her jeans and underpants.

  “OK, Mike. You don’t have to do all this just to fuck me. Remember what we did in high school?”

  “Just wait” then I stuck a vibrator in her pussy.

  “ What is it, Mike, what ‘s in my pussy?”

  “Just wait.”

I turned on my computer and played a Japanese porn movie. I advanced to where the girl in it starts to moan.

  “Ready?”

  “OK. What is it?”

  Then I turned on the vibrator.

  “Oh, Mike, oh, how can you, oh…..oh” Then she started to moan, real loud, writhing her body.

  I then put a chair in front of her, stood on it, and put my fully erect cock in her mouth. She sucked it really hard. She sucked and sucked, after a while as I was about to cum she stopped. I knew she was about to cum too. I pulled out my cock and wanked myself. We cummed the same time.

  Turning off the vibrator, I said “ so how ‘s the surprise”

  If you wanna mail me, write to mikebryant81@yahoo.com     (Girls only please)

The Vicar's Wife (Part Two)

Victoriajohn on Sex Stories

All of my stories include descriptions of sex scenes that could cause offence to some people. Please do not read this story if you are offended by perverse sexual material, or if you are under the legal age of consent for your own country. These stories are pure fiction and are not based on anyone living or deceased.

Well I guess if you’re reading this you have probably already read part one of my story, and know how I suddenly, at the age of twenty-three became aware of how wonderful sex can be. If you haven’t read part one, then a lot of this story might not make any sense. Right, so where had I got to? The ‘rescuers’ had now departed from my life, and for my part, I hoped and prayed, that I’d never see or hear from any of them again. 

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>I showered, and then dressed, and for the first time, I wore jeans to go to work, mainly to avoid anyone seeing the marks on my inner leg. Silly now I come to think of it, the marks were from about a couple of inches above my knee, right up to my crotch, all the way up my inner leg. So with the skirts I normally wore for work being fully flared, and always at least knee length, there wouldn’t have been much chance of anyone seeing the marks anyway.

But regardless, dressed in jeans and blouse, I said bye to Michael who was just getting up, and set off to work. As normal when I arrived, I opened up the farm shop, and turned on the bell. On the door jamb of the farm shop was a bell press, and there was also a rubber tube laid across the entrance to the farm yard. Both of these were connected to bells that were located in most of the buildings around the farm yard. So I’d know if any vehicles arrived; or if people call to the shop on foot, they could ring for attention using the push-button.

As customers only ever started coming in dribs and drabs until lunch time, and then again around four in the afternoon, the rest of the time I had various other tasks to get on with. Egg collecting being normally my first, so once the bell was turned on, I picked-up my egg collecting basket and went on my rounds.

I searched around all the places I knew they normally laid their stray eggs, ending up at the chickens own properly made roost. Then with my basket full to overflowing, I carefully made my way back to the shop. We’d had no customers while I’d been away, which was about normal for a Monday, so I then began to sort the eggs into their sizes.

I think it was around ten o’clock, when with all the eggs sorted; I took a walk into the potato shed. This was definitely not my favourite job. The potatoes were loaded by tractor into the first floor of this building, so from down here, the roof above my head was loaded with tons of potatoes. In the corner of this shed was a sack filling machine. This was old and like most things about this farm, due for replacement.

It was supposed to take the potatoes from above, into this big wooden box, and then through a chute, into the potato sack. The whole of this big wooden box was connected to a mechanical shaking device, which was driven by an electric motor. The chute had a closing flap that was operated manually with a very big long lever.

The theory was simple. First place an empty sack onto the chute, and wrap the metal retainer to hold it in place. Second, the motor needs to be turned on, so the big box vibrates, this not only keeps the potatoes from jamming, but helps to make the flap open easier. Next pull the lever, letting the potatoes into the sack. Then as the sack is filled, push the big lever back, stopping the potatoes.

But in practice, once this machine is left overnight, or worse still over a weekend, moving that lever is nigh on impossible. So there is a wooden beer crate stood on end by the side of the machine which you have to climb onto. Then leaning as far across the top of the machine as possible, and using the lump of wood that is always laid on top of the machine. You try to reach around behind the upper chute, and thump the lever pivot boss (well that’s what the farmer says it’s called; I just know it’s that lump of metal sticking out the other side of the machine).

So I approach this job knowing the first time I try to get that lever moving, I’m going to have a real struggle on my hands. I get a paper sack and attach it firmly to the chute, and then switch on the motor. The whole building starts to drone, and clouds of dust begin to float down from the timber boards that make the ceiling. I heave with all my weight against the lever, but as I expected, it doesn’t budge an inch.

So now for the dreaded ritual, I carefully climb onto the wooden crate, holding onto the side of the vibrating machine for support. I’ve done this hundreds of times before, but never before have I noticed the vibration being so intense. But I try to put that out of my mind, and I now lift my left leg across, placing my foot on the lever. Then I take hold of the lump of wood from the top of the machine, and holding it stretched out in front of me. I lean forwards onto the top of the machine, to attempt to get the pivot pin within my reach.

As my tummy presses against the machine, the vibrations start the same feelings generated by that device the men had inserted inside my pussy two days previous. Never before has this machine ever generated anything but feelings of sheer frustration and despair at my not being able to move the bloody lever. But now, before I’ve had chance to even strike out towards the pivot pin, my whole body is beginning to tingle.

I have to stand back, putting my leg back onto the box, but even the vibrations getting to me via my arms, which I’m using to balance with, are keeping this stimulation simmering. I decide it’s just my imagination, I must just have sex on the brain, all that is needed is a firm application of will-power. Ok, here goes!

I swing my leg back across to the lever, and lift myself up to my tip toes, and then slide myself as far as I can onto the top of the machine. Will-power or no will-power, my body lights-up with a glow, which emanates from deep in my crotch. My pussy is pulsing, my nipples are tingling, the bloody machine is driving my body out of control! And now to make things worse, my mind starts joining in the stimulation.

I guess you’re wondering what I mean by that. Well like I’ve said, this is not the first time I’ve been in this position. And I been perched up here bashing this lump of wood at the pivot pin for sometimes in excess of fifteen minutes. And on several of those occasions, either the farmer, one of his sons or one of his hired workers has suddenly appeared upon the box behind me. They have then lent across me, and tried to demonstrate where I should be hitting the machine.

Never in the past had I even given it a thought, that their leaning up against me, might be some kind of sexual turn-on for them (god! I must have been one green girl). And I’d never known or even considered that maybe these men might have been stood behind me for some time, looking up at my pathetic efforts. Whilst they viewed me with legs wide open, and them looking up from below.

But now, with the machine instructing my body to produce sexual hormones by the barrow load, my mind starts to wonder if maybe one of these men might be watching me. And maybe, he’ll have his cock in his hand, and be wanking it. And god forbid, any second now, he might jump up behind me, and ... I turn my head, and standing there is Ian! How the fucking hell has he found me here?

He speaks, “Excuse me, I rang the bell.”
Now I realise it isn’t Ian at all, in fact its one of the men who lives in the local village, he’s a regular customer. I don’t know his surname, but I know him as Bob.
“Oh sorry Bob, it’s the noise of this bloody machine.”
I’d just sworn out aloud, in front of an almost stranger! What was happening to me? I clambered off the machine, and followed Bob back into the shop.

“Sorry about that, but that flipping machine has been giving me a lot of trouble this morning.”
But as I’m walking along, I can feel the wetness in my knickers, and I’m hoping that it hasn’t soaked through my jeans, meaning it would have been visible to Bob while I was on that machine back there.
“That’s alright Shirley love, I won't tell. Even a vicar's wife has to be allowed to swear once in a while. I guess you’re all on edge after your little adventure this weekend?”

God! What the hell does he know about what those men did with me?
“Adventure?”
“Yes, its all over the middle page of the news paper, looks like your husband put in a direct call to his boss for assistance, and you got a full mountain rescue crew. You were very lucky they chose the same spot as you, those fells can be treacherous in bad weather.”
“Oh yes, I see what you mean. But it was only a fractured ankle.”
“That’s the benefit of having professionals getting you down off the hills, if it had just been you or me assisting him, by the time we’d got him to the transport, his ankle could have been shattered.”
“Yes, I suppose you’re right. Anyway, what can I get you today?”

I served him with potatoes and half-a-dozen eggs, and he went happily on his way. And one good thing about talking with him, it had taken my mind completely off sex. So much so, my tummy felt quite calm, and all my pussy felt was wet and sticky. But not wanting a repetition of the machine induced orgasm, I decided I’d go in search of whoever was doing milking duties today, to ask for assistance.

So my first place to look was the milking parlour, but as I’d expected, by now all milking was long since finished, and the place was hosed down and silent. I called a few times, but nobody answered. Then I looked in the first building, this was the stables, a very large building made to accommodate at least thirty horses. But it now only had three mares, and one large stallion. Now again, I’d seen these horses hundreds of times before and never have they had any sexual effect on me. Although if I’m being really honest, the first time I ever saw a stallion with an aroused cock, I froze to the spot, and stared in disbelief. But that was many years ago now, and never have I fantasised about having sex with a horse, and in truth, I hadn't even realised it was possible or something some women did.

But back to the present; as I looked around the door, the hind quarters of one of the mares was directly in line with where I stood. She was some five or six feet away, her tail high in the air, and her big pink pussy was pulsing, just like the men had mine doing yesterday. This simple natural farm-yard sight suddenly re-kindled my throbbing pussy. But instead of turning around and walking out, I stupidly walked the few paces along towards the stallions stall, to see if he had picked-up on the signals she was sending. Picked-up on them! Although from his stall he had no way of seeing her, her scent must have delivered her message. That magnificent cock was stretched out so long, it only just missed sweeping the cobbled floor as it kept lunging forwards and upwards, swinging back and forth with a vapour trail of steam following it.

I dashed out of there, as if the horse was about to take a hold of me, and stood at the outside of the door, trembling. It took a few seconds to pull myself together, and then I continue to the next building. But by now, my tummy was simmering, and I knew it would take very little to get me aroused again. I went from building to building, calling out in each one, but I got no response from anyone. Then when I had searched just about every building, and was about to make my way back to the shop, my attention was taken by the farm dogs. I know I hadn't mentioned that we had dogs on this farm, but that is because, after you’ve worked here some time, you don’t even notice them.

How many dogs there are on this farm I don’t know, as most of the fitter ones, normally either chase the tractors as they go off to the fields, or get a ride with one or other of the drivers in the cabs. The ones left around the yard are usually the older less fit, or young inexperienced ones. Well this is what had caught my attention, one of last years pups, a small mongrel bitch now about eighteen months old, was being fucked by and old black Labrador. I guessed it was her first time in season, as her comparative human age would be around ten or twelve. And the Labrador was a good nine years old, which would make him fifty plus.

I must have seen the farm dogs mating several times before, and I’d normally just turn my head and ignore them. But this time, it fascinated me, to watch how what was really the equivalent of a little girl, could stand her ground, while this Labrador twice her size, the equivalent of a big man with an enormous cock, pounded away at her. How long I stood there in a trance, just watching and getting more worked-up, I’m not sure. But the old dog had her at least three times, each time his knot preventing him from uncoupling. But my attention was suddenly broken by the cacophony of bells ringing in the various buildings, and announcing the arrival of a car into the yard.

I turned and made my way smartly towards the shop door, watching the car pull-up alongside one of the buildings, and thinking to myself, ‘don’t recognise the car, must be just a stranger passing through the village’. Then as the man got out of his car, it maybe took a second or two for it to click, but I had seen him before, and his return was far from welcome. It must have been four months ago, and last time, his car was a magnificent Bentley.

But even if the car was different, this was the same man who had come into the shop and asked for a tray of eggs, and a sack of potatoes. Now I know I can lift the sacks of potatoes, and usually do if the customer is a lady. But even if I do venture to lift a sack for most male customers, they invariably offer to carry it themselves.

Now I’m not saying he wasn’t welcome back because he didn’t offer to carry his own potatoes, although at the time I did think that very un-gentlemanly. But what he did was to carry his tray of eggs out to his car, leaving me to carry the heavy sack. He placed the eggs in his open boot (Trunk), at the very back of the floor space. Then as I approached carrying this heavy sack he said.
“Oh, make sure you get them right up to the front, I don’t want them rolling against my eggs.”

His car was a big old Bentley, and the rear lip of the boot was very high. As I reached the back, I had to strain to get the sack over this rim, and then try to reach deep into his boot, leaning in with my feet almost leaving the ground. Not even thinking about him trying anything, I naturally had my legs parted to aid balance whilst lifting, and being a warm spring day, my skirt, though long, was made of thin material, and fully flared. All of a sudden I felt his hand ram under my crotch, and he gripped me tightly. I struggled, but in that position, he lifted, and my legs were left flailing in mid-air. I screamed out, but with my head buried deep inside his boot, and a deserted farmyard, it was pointless. As it was, another car arrived, and he had to let go of me.

When I got out of his boot I was so embarrassed, and blushing quite red. Stupidly, my first concern was to try to compose myself before the customer that had just arrived, noticed anything had happened. So with just a few words from me in the form of a scolding, the man got into his car and drove away. I had said if I ever saw him again I’d phone the police, but this all happened about a month before my marriage, so that was about four months ago now. And up until now, he hadn’t returned.

I was stood in the doorway, watching him, as he strode towards me, brazen as you like.
“Ah Ha. I knew it was you.”
“What do you want? I told you never to come here again.”
“What on earth do you mean? It’s a shop isn’t it?”
“It might be, but it’s not open to you. You can get back in your car and go before I call the police.”
“What ever for my dear?”
“Don’t come the innocent with me; you know what you did last time you were here.”
“Oh that. Surely you can't still be upset over that. I was only giving you a bit of a lift, to make sure you got the jolly old spuds past the eggs without breaking them.”

“I don’t care what you say you were doing, if you don’t go now, I’m ringing the police.”
“Well my dear, you be my guest. But I don’t think they’ll be very amused when they get out here, to find an innocent old gent like me who only wants to buy a few eggs.”
With that he just sidestepped past me, and waltzed into the shop as cool as you like. I walked over to the phone, and picked up the receiver, but it was obvious, I wasn’t going to ring 999. And even as I thumbed through the phone book, looking for the number for the local police station, I began to realise I wouldn’t have any idea what to say to them. I put the phone back down.

“Ok. Tell me what you want, and then I can get you out of here.”
“Shirley. That’s a nice name.”
“Where on earth, who told you my name?”
“It was in the paper, Shirley Grey. The wife of Reverend Michael Grey. I never knew that soft little pussy I had a hold of last time was a vicar’s wife’s pussy.”
“Look stop your foul talk now, and go!”
“But you haven’t served me yet.”
“Ok then, what do you want?”

He held his right arm towards me, his palm uppermost, in a cupping kind of shape.
“What I’d really like is a nice tender juicy piece of meat that would just fit into the palm of this hand.”
And as he spoke, he was opening and closing his fingers in the same kind of gripping manner he’d taken hold of me last time he was here.
“You dirty old sod,” and with that I strode up to him, and took hold of his wrist, and began to pull him towards the door, “come-on, I want you out of here now. There’s no way I’m serving you.”

I thought using direct action would take him by surprise, and even with my slight build, I’d hoped to be able to get him to leave. But he just swung me around and overbalanced me onto the stack of potato sacks. As I went down on my back, he followed, falling face down on top of me. One of his hands gathered up both of my wrists, whilst his other went into my crotch. At this point, the jeans were my saviour, meaning his groping fingers were not able to make contact with my flesh.

So whilst he groped, and was now struggling to unleash the belt in my jeans, I screamed and kicked with all my might. It was obvious in seconds, that shouting wouldn’t bring help, so I tried talking to him.
“Look you bastard. I might not have phoned the police last time, but if your hand goes inside my jeans, I’m phoning them for sure.”
This distracted his concentration off the job he had in hand only slightly, undoing my belt that was, but didn’t stop him.
“Are you telling me it’s not worth a little feel, to stop your husband seeing the video you made this weekend?”

I froze, my kicking stopped, and he just looked me in the face.
“Ah! So I’ve got your attention.”
“What video?”
“A video made by some mountain rescue men.”
”Look pack-up undoing my belt; tell me what you know about a video.”
He stopped undoing my belt, and knelt up a bit to talk to me.

“Ian Parker is an old mate of mine. He’s been doing this mountain rescue scam for a good five years now.”
“You’ve seen it?”
“No not yet. But he’s fucked everyone he’s helped down so far, and vicar’s wife or not, I’m betting you rode his cock like an obedient little whore.”
“Even if that was true, why should I let you touch me?”
“Do you want your hubby to know his wife is a slut?”
“Shows how much you know. My husband knows what they did to me.”

That was a stupid thing to tell him.
“So, they got the reverend in on the action, god that’s even better. So you want the whole parish to wake-up tomorrow morning, to find photo’s of you having a gang-bang. I’m sure the bishop will recommend your Michael for a promotion, sharing his wife with all cumers. Very Christian attitude. Anyway, do I need to struggle with this belt, or are you going to undo it for me?”

That bloody video was going to haunt me for the rest of my life, how many more people knew of its existence? I couldn’t see that I had any way out of this, but I tried one last bluff.
“Your so called friends did attempt to abuse me. But my husband thwarted them.”
“Don’t give me that crap. If they’d struck-out, they’d have been down the clubhouse on Saturday night drowning their sorrows. As it was, they all sat there in that picture with you that the news paper printed, with their thumbs held up high. That wasn’t a meaningless gesture; it was a sign by each man to say 'this one has had my cock up her'.”

So bluff wasn’t going to work, force was useless, so I thought negotiation was my best option.
“Look, even if I was going to let you do anything, it’s far too risky in here.”
“I’m prepared to take the risk. Now stop gabbing, and get your belt undone.”
So much for trying to negotiate, he had me cornered, and knew it. He’d loosed my wrists, and I began to unbuckle my belt. Then I pulled the press-stud open. I’d just taken hold of the zipper when, ‘saved by the bell’. It rang aloud, making us both jump.

“Shit. Don’t think this means you’ll get off scot-free. I’ll wait around until they go.”
I got to my feet, straightened myself up, and was ready as Mrs Kelly walked in the door.
“Ah Shirley my dear, how’s Michael. I read all about it in the paper this morning. Oh sorry sir, I didn’t know she was already serving someone.”
“Oh never mind me, I’ll be a while yet, I’m just looking. You carry on.”

“Oh in that case, I’ll have...”
She went on to go through what she wanted, all the time making general chit-chat mainly about what she’d read in the paper, and then I helped her out to her car with all the stuff she’d bought. Just as she was driving out of the yard, I saw Peter, one of the farmer’s sons, going into the stable. I called, but he was out of earshot. As I looked back to the shop the old bastard was standing in the doorway looking at me, and beckoning me towards him.

I turned, and ran, as fast as my legs would carry me, I sensed he was giving pursuit, but I didn’t try to look. As I crashed into the stable door, and it burst open, the old man, took hold of my wrist and pulled me back. All I’d needed was a couple more seconds to get through the door.
“Got ya! Thought you could out run me? You wait...”
“You alright Shirl? Is this man bothering you?”

The old sod had dropped my wrist, like it was on fire, and he now stood a couple of paces back. This was going to be a fine balancing act, if I got this man a beating (which is what he deserved, and I would like to have seen), he’d no doubt punish me with a disclosure of the contents of that video. But at very least, I wanted to prevent him from doing anything to me.

“Its ok Peter, he was just going.”
Peter reached across, and as his hand took hold of the shoulder of the man's coat, he dragged the man towards him, stopping with the man's face inches from his own. The man looked like he’d messed himself; the look on his face was justice in full measure.
“I don’t know what you’re up to, but if Shirley doesn’t want me to feed you to the pigs, then think yourself lucky. But if I even see that car of yours so much as drive past our farm, you’d better start praying. Now get gone before I change my mind.”

If I thought I ran down the farm yard quickly to get to Peter, then the speed this man ran back made my pace look like walking. He forgot anything about manly pride, he ran like a scolded cat, without looking back or making any comments. It was such a satisfying sight, but I hoped I wouldn't live to regret it. Then as I turned back to Peter, I saw him in a very different light than I’d ever done before. He stood there like a Greek Adonis, stripped to the waist (this was normal in the hot weather), chest muscles rippling.

“Shirley? Are you alright?”
“What? Oh yes. Sorry, I was miles away. Oh Peter thank you for what you did.”
“Did he touch you? You should have let me sort him out.”
“No he didn’t touch me; he was just getting a bit pushy. I was maybe making mountains out of mole hills.”
“If he ever comes near here again you just tell us, it don’t need to be me, dad or our Jimmy, or the other two. We’ll rip his balls off. Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude.”
“That’s ok, I know what you mean. But thanks anyway.”

“Ok I’ll let you get back to the shop.”
“Are you busy?”
“Always busy, but if you want me, I’ll make time for you.”
“It’s that machine again.”
“God Shirley. I sometime think you only come and ask for help, so you can get me in that dark shed with you.”

I obviously blushed.
“Don’t say that,” I said, but he could tell it was only a half-hearted reprimand.
He began to walk me slowly back up the yard; I was on his right-hand side, and he’d placed his arm loosely around my back, with his big hand resting on my right hip.
“Well I swear every time I get to it. One whack, and its working.”
As we walked, his hand was slipping lower.
“But you can hit it harder than me.”
I reached behind me, took hold of his hand, and eased it back up onto my hip.
“It don’t take any forcing, so long as you hit it properly. I guess I’ll have to try to show you again.”
His hand had now slipped again, and was cupping the right cheek of my bottom.
“I’d rather you just whacked it for me,” and as I took hold of his hand and lifted it once more, “And you can keep that hand under control, you’re almost as bad as the old sod you just scared away.”

“Aw, don’t say that, I was only larking about because I’ve never seen you wearing jeans before.”
With that he pulled away from me, and gave me one of those disappointed school boy looks.
“Oh come-on you big softy, you know I’m not angry with you. I can take a joke, but you know I’m a married woman, and if anyone had seen you.”
“So I’m forgiven?”
“Of course you are.”

With that he swung his arm back around me, and as he said.
“Come-on then lets get that machine of yours sorted.”
He planted his hand firmly around the right cheek of my bottom again.
“Peter!”
“Don’t get excited, no one is going to see me in here.”
And, of course, we were now inside the shop building, so what he said was correct.
“That’s not the point.”
With a lot of meaningless chat back and forth, he walked me the length of the shop, and into the potato shed, with his hand going from one cheek to the other. And once or twice, a crafty stroke in between the two!

Well we were now stood by the dreaded machine, and although I’d been fighting him off, and mildly scolding him for his over amorous attention, this attention had my pussy throbbing wildly in my knickers. As he turned on the motor, the dust once again began to descend in clouds through the rays of sunlight that were managing to penetrate the black and filthy windows. The building was droning with the vibration. Talking wasn’t possible, it was shouting and hand signals from now on.

Well the first hand signal was him ushering me to climb up onto the box. I tried shouting back, “But I thought you were going to do it to save time.”
“What?”
"I thought you were going to do it to save time.”
"What?"
“I thought you were going...”
I gave up; he was obviously playing silly buggers, and pretending not to hear me. So, as I placed one foot up onto the box, and took hold of the side of the machine, the vibrations going through my arms started taking effect. I only paused for a second, to take stock of my feelings, when I felt his hand under my crotch, assisting me to lift my bottom hence right leg up onto the box.

Before I had chance to turn around and give him any kind of reprimand, he was up there on the box with me, his massive torso towering above me. He lent across, and lifted my left ankle, and placed it onto the big lever, then as he brought his hand back, he gave me the thumbs-up sign, as if to say are you ok like that. I nodded, to indicate I was, and he lent across the machine, above me, but his chest was pushing me hard in contact with the machine, and leaning me forwards.

He started pointing, and as he placed the big lump of wood in my hand, it was obvious he was trying to show me where to hit with it. As I’d said, I’d been shown hundreds of times; I just couldn’t make it move. But the wood now slipped from my grip, dropping onto the top of the machine. He picked it up again, but offer it to me as much as he might; my arms were like limp wet rags dangling from my shoulders. My pussy was and inferno of blazing desire and muscular action.

As it pulsed violently, I’m sure it had drawn every drop of strength from all other parts of my body. It was only Peter pushing hard up against my bottom, that prevented me slipping into a heap on the floor. Peter was now beginning to realise something was wrong, and that I couldn’t do anything with his lump of wood. But the lump in his trousers, that I could feel pushing hard into the crack of my bottom, now that was something I could use right now.

But he, of course, wasn’t aware he had a wanton slut in his power. He still was looking on this as a very naughty game he was playing with the vicar’s wife, and probably wondering if he was going to get away with how far he’d gone already. My body was being attacked from all angles, the machines vibration, Peter’s manly bodily contact, and my own desire. But the one that brought my orgasm to a climax was my vivid imagination.

I could feel him ripping the crotch of my jeans, and then pushing his mighty cock deep up inside me. Then as he rammed hard, lifting me right up off the box, I felt his warm spunk inside me. This was the signal my body needed; my pussy started its contractions, and spasmic squirting. At this point I drifted off from reality, into a world of ecstasy.


I came to my senses some minutes later, and I was laid on my back, legs parted. Peter was sat alongside me, and as soon as he saw I'd come to my senses, he said.
“Oh thank god! That frightened me. I thought you were having some kind of fit. Are you ok?”
I immediately began to flail my fists at Peter, raining down a torrent of blows against his face and upper body.
“You bastard! How could you. I trusted you, and thought you were my friend.”
He just sat there looking gob-smacked, and not attempting to defend himself, either verbally, or physically from the blows I was inflicting.

The bell rang, and the expression on Peter’s face, looked like he was now the underdog in a fight, who was being ‘saved by the bell’. He sprang to his feet, and without a word, he was gone, closing the door behind him. I looked down to my crotch, and stared in disbelief. I had to check with my hands. But it was only now, I realised, my jeans were intact. The crotch hadn’t been ripped. They were soaking wet, for at least six inches down the inside of each leg, but I hadn’t been penetrated.

So now I began to feel really guilty, I’d imagined him fucking me, and orgasmed almost in his arms. I guess he’d had to stop me from falling, and lifted me down. But neither my blouse nor jeans showed any signs that anyone had attempted to make any kind of entry. I’d let loose with a tirade of abuse and even physically assaulted him. But he was guilty of nothing more than trying to show me how to get the machine working, even if he was using slightly dubious methods. But these methods were the ones he and all of the other men on the farm had used before, and I’d never even thought them wrong, let alone worried about them.

And worse than any of this was my performance, humping the machine, and collapsing into his arms. And then I can only assume writhing around with legs open whilst I moaned in ecstasy. Now he was out there serving the customers I was paid to serve, after I’d beaten him with all my might, for no reason at all. I dreaded him coming back, and I sat there, legs now closed, watching the door.

It opened, and he just pushed his head around it.
“Can I come in?”
”Oh Peter, what can I say? Come here. I’m so sorry.”
By the time he’d taken two steps into the shed, I had dashed across to intercept him. I reached my hands up high, placing them on the back of his neck, and attempting to pull him down to my face. He at first wondered what was going on, but realised it wasn’t another abusive outburst, and let his face meet mine. I smothered his face with kisses.

“Enough. Shirley enough. What’s happening to you?”
“Oh peter I’m so sorry. I can’t explain. I’ve been so wicked. Please promise you won't tell anyone.”
“Enough Shirley, come and sit down. Tell me what the hell is going on.”
“Oh god Peter. I feel so ashamed.”
“You mean your cuming like that?”
“Yes. I'm so sorry. You must think I’m disgusting.”

“Can I tell you what I really think?”
“What do you mean?”
“Just that, do you really want to know what I think about you doing that?”
“I’m not sure I do. But, if you’re already thinking whatever it is, I guess I’d be better off knowing what it is.”
“Well, and I don’t mean to be rude to your old man, sorry, I mean the vicar. But if a girl is that highly strung, it’s a sign she isn’t getting enough. It don’t matter if you’re talking women, bitches, mares, or any other animal. It’s either not regular enough, or the equipment he’s using ain’t big enough to do the job.”

I was stunned, and at a loss for words, I just sat there looking into his eyes. Peter broke the silence.
“Well, am I right?”
“I I it’s not that simple.”
“Shirley love, I’ve worked this farm all my life. I know you’ve got an education, but some things in life don’t need a degree to workout. I know it don’t sound romantic, and you ladies don’t like being compared to dogs. But a bitch on heat is a bitch on heat, and we both know, that orgasm you just had ain’t gonna stop your craving. So which is it, the vicar isn’t servicing you regular enough, or he ain’t got the right tool for the job?”

“I really don’t think we should be talking like this. Please, I’m so sorry I went berserk at you earlier, that was very wrong of me. And I’m sorry I embarrassed you and humiliated myself. But my private life with my husband is just that, private. I’m going to have to go home to get changed, I’ll understand if you tell me you don’t want me to come back.”
“It’s up to you, if you want to take the rest of the day off, then you stop at home and rest.”

“No, I didn’t mean take the rest of the day off, I meant if you felt you didn’t want me to work here any more.”
“What? You mean you want to leave us?”
“Well no, I behaved unforgivably. I thought the other way around; you might want to sack me.”
“Don’t talk like a pudding, sack you never. Given half a chance, I'd give you the fucking you need, but less said about that the better."
"Please Peter; you frighten me when you talk like that."
"Ok girl don't fret, I'll not touch you unless you ask me to. And, we’d not sack you just because your husband isn’t doing his job properly. You get off home, and if you feel ok, come straight back, otherwise, we’ll see you in the morning.”
I dashed towards him, and gave him a big kiss on his forehead.
“Thank-you. I really do owe you a lot.”

I was soon in my car on my way home, all the way thinking about his simple analysis of my condition. Could he be right? It couldn't be the need for a regular fucking; I'd had more this weekend than most women get in a lifetime. That only left the size of Michael's cock! Well I was now at home, and I had a quick shower. Then I did something totally out of character, I took a big cardboard box from the bottom of my wardrobe. I started spreading the packets, boxes and loose garments all around our bed; so that I could see them all, and choose which one I wanted to wear.

What are these garments, where did I get them, and why are they in my wardrobe? My brother is two years older than me, and for some reason, our family piety, skipped him totally. He was going around with girls whilst he was still at school, and it wouldn't surprise me if he hadn’t lost his virginity before he’d left. Well from my sixteenth birthday, the first day of legal sex in the UK, and on every subsequent birthday, he bought me sexy underwear. It had gone on right through my uni years, and continued to this day. So much so, even my parents used to think of it as a harmless family joke.

But I only ever wore knickers and bras that were functional and covered up properly. That didn’t mean they couldn’t be pretty, but never skimpy or frivolous. So I had this big box full of unopened lingerie of all kinds and colours. Now for some reason I couldn’t explain, either to myself, or to anyone else if they’d asked, I was sorting through them. I selected a very pretty white lace bra and panties set.

I put them on, and stood in front of the full length wardrobe mirror, turning from side to side. My public hair was untouched, and grew quite wild, so it was visible on either side of the lace material. The cut of the panties meant my legs looked longer than I’d ever seen them.
“Yes. That’ll do.”
There was nobody else in the room, but I still said the words out aloud, maybe just to convince myself I was actually doing this.

I put on one of my normal flared skirts, and cotton blouse, and then I was ready. Oh hang on, I looked around, found a second bra and panties set, just as skimpy, another skirt and also a blouse, and put them all into a bag as spares. Well you never know. I then put all the underwear back into the box, and the box back into the wardrobe.

So looking no different to normal, but definitely feeling like a tart at the very least, I set off in my car, with a spare set of clothing, just in case. I arrived back at the farm at about one o’clock, normally our busiest time. But in all my years working there, I’d never seen the place so crowded. I couldn’t even get my car into the yard; I had to park with some of the other customers cars out in the lane.

As I walked into the shop Peter called,
“I'm glad to see you.”
The next two hours were mayhem, even people who didn’t know me, but who just knew that I worked at this farm had come along to buy food, but mainly to get the full story first hand. It was like being a kind of minor celebrity. When the rush eventually dwindled, Peter said.
“Dad’ll be pleased. By my reckoning; we’ve about doubled our takings today.”

“Don’t suppose you can push the old man over the edge again next weekend?”
“Peter!"
I scolded, as I pushed him away with my open palm on his shoulder,
"That’s wicked.”
Even though, I have to admit I had a slight smile on my face at the same time.
“Whelll. You can't blame me. Trades picked-up and I’ve never seen you looking so... Well you know, vivacious and beaming. It’s like one of those tricks they play when the twin sister turns up for work.”
“Am I really different?”
“Are you kidding me? Today is the first time I’ve ever seen you in jeans. Then there was that other thing. And now, them panties.”

“Panties, what do you mean?”
“You’ve never worn skimpy knickers like them before.”
“How on earth do you know what my knickers look like?”
“You really don’t know?”
“No. I’m not wearing a short skirt, and I haven’t climbed any ladders.”
“But the material of your skirt is so thin, and when you bend down it clings to you, showing the outline of your knickers. And then when you pass the open doorway and you’re silhouetted against the sun, it is the most glorious site.”

“And just because the underwear I’ve got on is different to the style I normally wear, you think that means I’ve changed in some way?”
“No. Not just the underwear.”
“Well what else?”
“I don’t want you to think I’m being rude.”
“Go on say it.”
“You’re on heat.”
I coloured up instantly,

“Why do you say that?”
“Because it’s true.”
“That’s not really a nice thing to say.”
“I said you’d think I was being rude, but I’m not. You are on heat, even if you are the vicar's wife.”
“What makes you think that about me?”
“I smelt it first thing this morning, down by the stables. At first I thought I’d caught a whiff of the mare, she’s begging for it. But then I noticed it was a different scent. Its no wonder that old man tried to feel you up this morning, I bet you were driving him wild.”

I felt so humiliated, he could smell me! And to make me feel worse, every word he said was true.
“I don’t know what to say, I had a shower before I came back to work.”
“Do you really think if I chucked a bucket of water at the mares arse, the old stallion would loose interest?”
I didn’t answer.
“No, of course he wouldn’t. She wants it, and until she’s had it, her fanny will be sending invitations to anyone who’s interested. Now you may be fussier than her, but until you let someone ease that aching for you, you’ll be sending signals to every man with a pair of working bollocks.”

“What can I do?”
Suddenly the bloody bell started ringing.
“You can serve them for a start. I think you've done more than enough to screw my day up.”
And with that he stormed off out of the shop. I served the lady that had just arrived, and two more before I was once again alone in the shop, and unoccupied. At this point, I knew my next task should be back to the potatoes, but I felt I couldn’t pluck up the courage to face Peter. So I went into the potato shed by myself.

I looked all around and found a long wooden pole, and then after turning the motor on, I got as far over to the right of the machine as possible, and began poking and prodding the pivot pin. But being as there was nobody pushing the lever at the same time, it had no effect. I had to make up my mind what to do next. Option one, was climb onto the machine and get aroused, and probably still not succeed in getting it working. Two, I could find Peter, and maybe go through a repeat of my earlier humiliation. Or three, which would still require finding Peter, but then try to persuade him to start the machine for me.

The last of these three options was my preferred choice, so off I went looking for him. As the last place I’d seen him was the stables, that is where I headed first. As I approached the building; I could hear animal noises coming from within. There were snorting sounds, hooves clacking on the stone floor, and lots of very hard panting and kind of wet squelching. I kind of knew before I got up to the door, what I was about to see when I got inside.

As I opened the door, my premonition had been correct. I stood there in the open doorway, watching the big stallion ramming that two foot long monster cock up inside the mare. She was tethered to a post, and had no way of avoiding his onslaught, not that I think she would have done, even if let loose.
“Come in if you’re coming, and get the bloody door shut.”
And as Peter said this, he pulled me by my wrist, and with his other hand he pulled the door shut behind me.

“Come back here out of his reach, he’s too busy seeing to her to worry about who he tramples under him.”
As he was saying this to me, he pulled me back up against himself, as he stood to the side of the mating animals, with his back against the wall. He held me tightly to him with his hand on my tummy, and I immediately felt his cock hardening, as it lay in the crevice of my bum. This hand was big, and the fingers long, the ends of them forming a semi-circle that encircled my bushy mound. I was sure he must be able to detect the turmoil that was going on in my tummy, as my arousal once again began to build.

I watched in amazement, as the stallion pumped his cum deep into her, and then his enormous cock just flopped out, followed by a gallon of cum that gushed from her pussy.
“Good lad. Good lad. That'll keep her happy for a while.”
As he spoke, he pulled me back to the wall, and he sidestepped past me, and took hold of the stallion’s reigns. He led him back to his stall, and then did the same with the mare.

As he approached where I was still stood against the wall, he put both his hands above me on the wall, and pushed his hips forwards, bringing his bulging trousers into contact with my lower tummy.
“Well?”
“Please Peter.”
“Please what? Please give me the same.”
“No, please. I’m married.”
“But you want it.”
“Don’t do this to me, I’m begging you.”

He launched himself off the wall, turned away from me, picked up a bucket from the floor, and flung it at the end wall of the stable.
It hit the wall and ricocheted around the floor making a deafening clatter.
“Peter; please don’t be angry.”
“Angry? I’m past angry. You fucking stand there, your pussy begging to be fucked. You’ve got my cock rock hard, and my balls about to burst. If you didn’t want fucking, why the fucking hell after what we talked about earlier, did you come down here where you knew I’d be?”

“I I Came to ask you to help me.”
“But you know I told you you’re driving me crazy, for gods sake, I’m only human. And after telling me this morning how much you owed me, you come down here, rub your rump onto my cock, and then say, ‘OH please don’t, I’m married’. Well married or not, getting me so worked up and then just walking away. Surely that can’t be Christian behaviour?”

I felt so guilty, I knew he was at least partly right, I was to blame for getting him so worked up, but even though I felt guilty, I couldn’t voluntarily let him fuck me.
“I’m sorry but I’m...”
He didn’t let me finish.
“Married. Yes I fucking know that. But ten minutes in the back of the empty stall is all I want. I’ll start your fucking machine and even bag the bloody spuds for you, just give me ten minutes.”

“If I come into the stall, and relieve you, would that be good enough?”
“Relieve me? What the fuck does that mean? A blow job?”
“Well I was thinking of just using my hands.”
”But if I say a blow job is what is needed. Will you do it?”
“I guess so. But you have to promise this is the one and only time you ever ask me. And you won't breathe a word to anyone, not your brother, dad or anyone.”
“I promise I won't breathe a word, but I can't promise not to get turned on by you again. That's up to you. You've got to get yourself sorted out, and stop begging for it, then I’ll not bother you.”

“Do we have to do it in here?”
“Why? Where do you want to do it?”
“I don’t know. It just seams so; I don’t’ know, kinda' smelly, and unromantic.”
“What you want romance now?”
“Please Peter, don’t be coarse. This really is a big thing for me. If I do this for you, I'll be going against everything I've ever believed in. And that includes breaking my marriage vows.”
“Ok Shirley. If it's so important to you, you tell me where you want us to go. My bed room, or in that potato shed with you up against the machine?”
“No forget it. It doesn’t matter, I just thought...”
“What about if I take you up into the roof of the hay barn? We won't get disturbed up there. And from up there, you’ll get a view and a lovely cool breeze?”
“Ok, I suppose that's as good as anywhere.”

Next second the bloody bell rang again.
“Shit!”
“Now Shirley, I’ve never heard you swear like you’re doing today. Just go and serve them, and I’ll be waiting for you in the barn.”
I walked up the yard, my pussy throbbing wildly, and these panties not really wide or thick enough to soak-up the juices it was producing. It was a lady customer, and as I’d expected she didn’t want to buy much, it was more just a gossip she wanted. I cut her as short as I dare without being rude, and then I walked briskly through the yard, and across to the barn.

By the time I got there, I was almost breaking into a trot, and as I walked in through the big open doors, Peter appeared from out of the shadows, and took me up into his arms. He carried me with one arm around my back, and his other under my knees. He clambered from hay bale to bale, and in seconds he was walking along the flat top of the stack, right up high in the roof.

As he lowered me to my feet and stood behind me, he asked.
“Well, was I right about the view?”
“Oh Peter, it's wonderful up here.”
Then as I turned around, he was stood there naked, his cock in his hand, big and animalistic. He lowered himself back into a sitting position, taking hold of my hand, and pulling me down with him. Then he lay flat on his back, and with me knelt at his side, he put one of his big hands on the back of my neck, and directed my head down to his cock.

I didn’t fight it; I just let him kind of lead me. As his big bell end approached my lips, I opened my mouth. God was this cock big. I slid my mouth over it, gliding up and down his length, and within seconds he was probing my throat. My body was again in flames, and as I felt his hands undoing my blouse and then bra, I knew things would only get more intense. As my bra dangled loose, his hands roughly mauled my breasts, and plucked at my nipples. As before, no matter where the stimulation is generated, it all sends its concentrated exhilaration down into my pussy.

Just as I was beginning to think my nipples were about to burst, I realised his hands had now moved on, and were applying the attention elsewhere. At first I wondered where or what they were doing, then as I felt my skirt coming over my hips, and down my legs to meet my knees on the hay, I almost tried to stop him. But as I began to lift my head, a hand pulled it back firmly onto his cock, and his thrusting was attempting to ram it into my throat. But a cock that fat could only just enter my throat an inch at most.

And while my attention was concentrating on the cock trying to fill my throat, he single-handedly lifted me by my tummy out of my skirt, and lowered me back down on top of himself. As my knees landed one to his left side, and one on his chest, I instinctively lifted the one from his chest, and spread myself astride his head. It only took one swift tug with his fingers to pull the gusset of these scanty panties to one side, and then he had my pussy within his reach.

As his tongue made contact with my pussy, I heaved myself down onto him, and he latched onto my pussy, sucking and licking for all he was worth. So here we were, me humping as hard as I could, with him gripping my hips, and his head going up and down with me. Whilst at the other end, he was humping like crazy, and try as I might to take his cock into my throat, the force of it was pushing my head back and forth like the head on a rag doll.

This action was very short-lived, and in no more than three or four minutes, he was cuming in a series of jerks into my throat. I never got the chance to taste his cum; it was injected straight into my stomach. But I had not yet reached the point of orgasm; maybe it was the initial fear that had delayed my build-up, or just him being so worked up, he'd cum prematurely. But as his cock softened in my mouth, I tasted his cum as it slid out over my tongue and from my lips. He immediately turned me over, so he was now on top, and his face buried itself into my pussy. So, even though he’d had his satisfaction, he was still working my pussy, to bring me to mine.

I remember thinking how wonderful it would be if my Michael did this for me, instead of just rolling over once he’d shot his cum. I had my legs stretched as wide as I could manage, not because he was pulling them, but because I wanted him to be able to get his tongue as deep as possible. Then without warning, he turned around, and he was now facing up towards me, his head still down in between my legs. But now his hands took hold of my legs under the backs of my knees, and he lifted them right up alongside my body, lifting my bottom up for his tongue to excite.

At first I kind of thought it slightly improper, but as soon as his licking started, it re-kindled the feelings the fingering and licking Ian had given me a few days ago. As he licked and poked his tongue up my bottom, I could feel my pussy pulsing wildly. It wanted filling, and it wanted it badly. Then Peter let go of my legs, and I let them fall splayed open.

He lowered himself on top of me, his face above my tits, and he began to suck from one nipple to the other and back. My hips were giving the spasmodic heaving, as the pulses drove down to my pussy. I felt the big head of his cock sliding along my pussy slit, and it slipped up over my mound and lay on my tummy. He pressed himself down onto me. Then lifted his weight back off. As his weight came off I heaved my pussy up past the end of his cock, and heaved down. It slipped along my slit, going in the opposite direction to last time. As it reached my hole, my pussy almost swallowed it in one gulp.

Then as he thrust, I felt my pussy walls stretching wide, but the stretching kept going right up deep inside me. It was like it was inflating my tummy, and he didn’t back-off until his balls crashed into my crotch.
“Oh yes! Peter fuck me! Oh god I love you. Fuck it. Yes deep. Oh peter more.”
Well I guess you’ve heard the kind of silly things we girls say when we are enjoying a good fucking, and I guess I said them all, and not just in a quiet voice. I won't say I was screaming at the top of my voice, but I was certainly making a fair old noise.

As my arousal got more intense, so did my vocalisation and physical response to the brutish shafting he was giving my pussy. The harder he pounded me, the greater the intensity of my arousal. As he fucked my pussy; his mouth was not just nibbling gently on my nipples, but was now biting and pulling. This rough treatment was driving me wild. I was now in my world of ecstasy where reality and imagination begin to mingle and mix into an indistinguishable illusion.

With the heat of the day, and all this exertion, both our bodies were sweating profusely, and my eyes had long since closed to avoid the stinging perspiration. My hair was stuck to my wet face, and I’d guess I looked a mess. His pace changed, he now eased his cock in a slow long thrusting, using every inch of his massive shaft to penetrate deep into my pussy. Still fucking me long and deliberately, I felt his fingers gently combing my locks of hair from my face, and uncovering my forehead. He gently wiped across it removing the sweaty beads, and began to kiss it. From my forehead, his kisses floated across my cheeks, and caressed my lips as he nuzzled into the nape of my neck.

How could this man be so wonderful, one minute fucking me so powerfully; like he was the big black stallion I watched earlier in the stable. The next, caressing my face and hair, and kissing me so gently. Then back to an animalistic ravishing of my tits, ripping at my nipples. This contrasting stimulation was driving me totally wild. Then I heard Peter's voice, and even in my trancelike state, when I heard Brian answer, I began to realise something was not as I’d thought. And from Peter’s questions, I guess he’d only just realised as well.

“Brian, what are you doing?”
“I’m just warming up and waiting my turn.”
“No just go, before she realises you’re here.”
“Don’t be so fucking silly. You’re getting your share, I want mine.”
I opened my eyes to find Brian‘s face directly in front of mine.
“Ah, so you aren’t asleep.”
And with that he planted a kiss on my lips, preventing me from answering him.

Peter had almost stopped, and was propping himself up on his hands.
“Look Brian. Just fuckoff. I’ve only just got her going, if you start fucking about, she’ll go off the boil, and neither of us’ll get a fuck.”
“Well don’t let her then, you get back to ramming her cunt, and I’ll keep her face occupied.”
I tried to have my say.
“Please Peter, Brian no. Don’t do this to me.”
”Stop your bleating woman, once he gets his cock back up your cunt, you’ll soon start begging for more.”

And as he said that he brought his big fat cock up to my lips, preventing me from protesting, and Peter just re-started ramming me. And even though I at first wanted to protest, Brian was right, within a few penetrations of Peter’s wonderful cock, I was riding him hard, and sucking Brian. It wasn’t too long before I detected Peters jerking motion, and I knew he was pumping his cum deep up inside me. But being as my arousal had been almost halted by the surprise arrival of Brian, I didn’t manage to cum with him.

But that wasn't to say I'd gone off the boil completely, on the contrary, I was well and truly on my way to an orgasm. So as he moved over, and Brian moved into position, I showed no sign of resistance. Brian gripped my waist, and his cock touched my pussy lips, I heaved myself onto him. As he rammed himself deep up inside me, I heard him say to Peter in a smug voice.
“See brother, I told you the bitch would fuck for both of us. You didn’t think you’d got something special I hadn’t got did you?”
Peter didn’t answer Brian, but knelt down by my head, and caressed my forehead.
“You’ll be ok Shirl; it’ll not do you any harm, just go with him.”
I didn’t answer; I was too busy fucking Brian. It was like I didn't want Brian to think he'd got the better of me. I wanted him to know he wasn't fucking me; but that I was fucking him.

“Fuck me harder. Come on. Fuck me. Harder. Come on fuck me like Peter.”
That was the spark that set-off the fireworks. I guess I knew what I’d said, and why, and Brian reacted violently. He fucked me like he was trying to smash down a brick building with a jack hammer, crashing his balls into my crotch. But I just heaved hard to meet him, deliberately giving as good as I got, not wanting him to think he’d got the better of me.

Well when he began to cum, my pussy went crazy, gripping his cock and then squirting cum out in alternating spasms. He pumped his cum up me for a good half minute, but I carried on long after he pulled out. When I came to my normal senses, Peter was first to ask.
“Are you ok?”
“Yes. A bit week and wobbly, but I’m ok.”
“Sorry about Brian, I guess you made a bit more noise than I expected you to. I really thought we’d be safe up here. But I’m sure he’ll keep our secret, and you got the good seeing-to I said you needed.”

Well that was one thing he got right, I certainly got a good seeing-to, just these two men on their own, have satisfied me more than all four of those mountain rescue men did during any of their sessions over the weekend. And I can tell you something else; both of them are like the continental Lager they advertise on TV, they reached parts of me, that nobody else has ever reached. So although my original intention was to just satisfy Peter; to re-pay his kindness and maybe keep him from getting over amorous, they’d now satisfied that aching that had been deep inside my pussy since Michael left me unfulfilled last night.

Although I hadn’t planned for this to happen, I couldn’t lay the blame for what had just happened at Peter’s door. I realise now part of Peter’s analysis of my condition must be fairly accurate, and it was me who allowed the situation to get out of control, even if it wasn’t intentional.

Peter had pulled his trousers back on, but Brian was still flat-out on his back, his big soft cock laid across the tops of his legs. I began to use handfuls of the soft hay to wipe myself down in preparation to putting my skirt and blouse back on again. Through all the fucking I’d just received, my panties had stopped on, with just the narrow gusset pulled to one side. I straightened them up, and reached for my bra. Then with panties and bra sorted, I got to my feet, and walked over to where my skirt had been thrown.

Brian looked across.
“Ok Shirley. What was all that about?”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t play dumb. Little miss prim and proper, the only girl over twenty in the whole of Yorkshire who walked down the isle as a virgin. And as far as we could see still gave every sign of still being one some three months after being wed. And now you’re taking cock and using brothel-talk as crudely as any pro you’d find in a dockside pub in Hull.”

“It’s just clicked, is this change something to do with what happened to you this weekend,” asked Peter.
“Why? What happened to her this weekend?”
“Her Michael fell down a rock face on Saturday, and he had to be brought down by rescue men in a stretcher. So while he spent Saturday night in hospital, I guess Shirley was on her own.”

“Come-on then Shirley, tell us what happened,” said Brian.
“Nothing happened, Michael fell, and these men went up and rescued him. That's all.”
“Now Shirley, we’ve both known you for a lot of years now, and even if Brian was a bit crude with his summing-up, you have to admit he was pretty damn accurate. I knew you were on heat, but for the life of me I couldn’t understand why. It must have been something to do with what happened this weekend; you weren’t like this last week.”

“Please, don’t keep going on. I can't tell you. And please, I’m begging you; don’t breathe a word about what we’ve just been doing to anyone.”
“You know we wouldn’t tell a sole, would we Pete?”
“She knows that. But if you only tell us what’s happened, maybe we could do something to help you. But if you want to keep it to yourself, that’s your choice. But next time you’re on heat don’t leave it so long, no need to feel embarrassed, just tip us the wink.”

“Oh no, it won't happen again, I feel so ashamed.”
“Don’t be silly, as Pete said don’t leave it so long next time, you never know who will take advantage. At least with us, you know we’ll keep your secret.”
“Ok, thank you. But I really don’t think it’ll happen again. Now by the sound of the bells in the yard, I think we must have a queue of customers a mile long.”
“Well I promised I’d bag some spuds, so I’d better get on and do some, or dad’ll wonder what our Shirley has been playing at all day. And if the number of customers is anything like it was at dinnertime, you’d better help Shirley to serve them.”

“Well I guess that’s not much to ask in return for the fucking she just gave me.”
“Come-on Brian, there’s no need to make her feel uncomfortable.”
“I guess your right, sorry shirl; I didn't mean that nasty like.”
With my head bowed down in shame, I replied.
"No Brian, I'm the one who should be ashamed. You were right; I did go a bit wild."
He lifted my chin with his outstretched fingers, and planted a soft kiss on my lips, and said.
"Never mind who fucked who, thank you love. That was the best I've ever known."
Then as he walked away, Peter walked up, and lifted my chin in the same manner, and his kiss was longer, and more intense, we even mingled tongues.
“Thank you. He wasn’t exaggerating, you are exceptional.”

Well with that, we left the barn, at first, with one of them either side of me, arms around my back, and both of them with hands on my bottom. I felt such an inner glow, not just as a result of the fucking, but enhanced by their wonderful comments. Then as we left the barn, and walked out into the yard, as I’d expected from the number of times I’d heard the bell ringing, there was a yard full of cars. So they let me walk ahead lest anyone should see then getting too familiar. But all the way back up to the farm shop I could feel their eyes burning into my bottom as they watched my every footstep intently.

When I arrived at the shop doorway, there was a queue of customers waiting. We all three started to serve them, but as the queue began to shorten, Peter went into the potato shed and began the bagging, so his dad wouldn’t wonder what I’d been doing all day. Brian and I carried on serving, and the customers kept coming. I’m sure we served as many in this one day as I’d normally serve in a week. And I’m also sure, Brian brushed himself up against my bottom deliberately as he passed behind me, more times than I could count. Nothing came of any of these fleeting caresses, and I don’t think any of the customers noticed anything, but my pussy sure did.

Five o’clock, which was Finishing time, came and went, and we still had customers arriving. As I knew the farmer Mr Holmes would want to take advantage of this, I phoned Michael and let him know I’d be late home, and then carried on serving. Mr Holmes (his first name was Brian the same as his son, but I always called him Mr Holmes) arrived back in the yard around six thirty, and by now we were down to only one or two people to serve. He was amazed to see me still here, and when he looked at the till receipts, his smile was almost ear to ear. 

He left me to serve the last few people while he talked to Brian. While I was serving, I could hear Brian telling him all about my weekend (or at least the version that had been printed in the paper), and about how my being in the paper had boosted trade. Then Peter came in from the potato shed to join them, and as all three of them left the shop to go up to the farmhouse, Mr Holmes said.
“When you’ve finished serving the last few people, lock-up, and then come up to the house to see me before you go home.”

I finished serving, locked up and made my way up to the house, wondering just what he wanted to see me about. Mr Holmes lived in the house with his two sons; his wife had died some ten or more years ago. When I knocked on the door, Peter opened it.
“Come in. Dads in the front room, you go on through.”
When I walked in, both Brian and his dad were watching TV, but as soon as Mr Holmes saw me, he clicked the remote shutting the TV off, and then turning to Brian.

“Can you go and find something to keep yourself busy, I’ve got to talk to Shirley in private.”
Brian left without comment, and closed the door behind him as he went.
“Come on love, sit yourself down. Can I get you something to drink or eat before we start?”
“No thank you.”
I was now very curious to know what he wanted to talk to me about. Had peter told him about me and that machine? Or had Peter or Brian told him about the goings-on in the barn?

“Don’t look so worried my dear, I’ve only asked you here to see if I can help you.”
“Help me? Help me with what?”
“Don’t you remember me giving you those maps?”
Yes, come to think of it, he had given me some maps when Michael and I first began our fell walking. Maps of recognised walks and climbing locations.
“Yes, thank you. We’ve used them a few times, they were handy. But...”

“The reason I had them in the first place, was because I used to be a keen climber in my younger days, and although I no longer have any use for them, I’m still a member of the climbing club; in fact I’m one of only two of the original members. And it was lads from our club that came to your Michael’s rescue this weekend.”
As he was talking it began to dawn on me he must know what kind of thing those ‘rescuers’ got up to whenever they encountered helpless females. And as I became alerted to his awareness I must have began to colour-up bright red.

“Now now my dear, don’t go getting all worked-up. I can guess what you’ve been put through, and I can only apologise. But believe me; I will do my best to put things right for you.”
“Please Mr Holmes; I don’t want to talk about it.”
“I can understand how you feel. Well me'be I can't, but I know how I’d feel if you were my daughter. You know, I sometimes look on you as the daughter we never had.”

“I know you’ll think I’m as bad as those men who helped your Michael, but at least let me explain.”
He went on to tell me how he and a few other climbers many years ago, set-up this club. Then as some of them got experienced, they set-up their voluntary rescue team, and it was originally just that; a genuine rescue force. But about five years ago, on advice from a central England rescue body, they were advised to adopt the nanny-cam procedure, following a case of improper conduct brought against a rescue member in Wales.

This they did, and on only the second time of using it, completely unintentionally, the woman got aroused, not to the point of orgasm, but enough to plant the seed of a devious idea in one of the medics heads. Apparently he played the video back to club members. And five years ago, the membership was down to fifteen in total, and the club was in danger of disbanding due to lack of interest. Well the ten or so members that were present when the video was played, all got pretty worked-up watching this girl in the video, and someone suggested sending her a letter, suggesting she could come to the club to collect her video, and adding if she didn’t, maybe they’d pass it on to her boyfriends work-mates.

It was obvious blackmail, knowing she wouldn’t want her boyfriend to find out about her getting worked-up whilst being examined by a medic, especially finding out from his work-mates, who’d seen her on screen. But it was worded so they could just say; they meant they’d return it to her via the work-mates and then the boyfriend. Well needless to say the poor girl arrived at the club some nights later, and was ‘taken advantage of’ as Mr Holmes put it, by the thirteen men who were present. She then witnessed her tape being smashed into pieces, and she left, never to be bothered again.

Mr Holmes says he only found out what had happened some time later, and by then, two more ladies had been compromised. And both of these were being forced to attend the club once a week each, and were being ‘taken advantage of’ by all members that were present. And by now the membership had risen by five. He said he tried to stop the practice, but couldn’t bring himself to Welch on these men to the police. Especially as some of them had been involved in a rescue some time in the past, that had saved his life. So he managed to get them to agree to a kind of compromise. A set of rules was drawn-up, the most important of which was to limit the number of times anyone is called to the club to once only.

There was also a rule that if any family member ever got involved, they’d automatically be excluded, but as he said even though he looked on me as a daughter, he couldn’t get me excluded using that rule. So he explained, that he had done as much as he could to try to protect the women who his friends ensnared in their traps, but he hadn’t actually prevented them carrying on with their wicked amusement. He begged me not to think too badly of him, saying his only alternative would be to turn traitor to his once friends.

He then assured me he would be going along to the club tonight to see exactly what sordid video of me they had, and try to prevent me being brought back to the club like all the other ladies had been, and hence prevent me being gang raped. He asked me to tell him in detail everything that had taken place on the weekend, as he said the more he knew, the more chance there would be of him being able to negotiate on my behalf. And even though the whole episode made me cringe with embarrassment, I knew he'd be seeing the video and talking with the men who’d fucked me, so I did as he’d asked, telling him every sordid detail, even telling him how my own body had connived against me, making me putty in their hands.

So off home I went, some three hours later than normal, to see my Michael and find out what kind of day he’d had. Not that I was about to tell him anything about mine! Well it seems the vicar Michael works for, had been in contact with the bishop of the diocese, and the pair of them had seized upon Michael's unfortunate accident as a means to get publicity, and maybe hold some kind of event to raise money for the Bell Tower restoration fund. The up-shot of all this, was that next Saturday, there would be an ‘Abseil From The Bell Tower’ event held at the church.

They’d contacted the members of the rescue team, and they were willing to organise it, with all monies made being split 50/50 between the church and the rescue team. Their idea was to haul people to the top of the bell tower on the outside of the building, using a rope chairlift. Then once safely onto the bell tower parapet, they would be put into a harness, and with a skilled climber accompanying them, they would be allowed to abseil down the tower wall. For this dubious privilege, they would pay five pounds (about eight dollars).

Well all this simply washed over me, my head was still wondering what was actually going on at this moment at the climbing club. But then Michael said something that focused my attention, and sent a chill through my body.
“The vicar and bishop will both be there, and they want me to bring you along as well.”
“Me? Why? Surely I’m nothing to do with this? And I really don’t want to meet those men again.”
“I’m sorry, but they’re trying to make as much of this as possible, and they’ve contacted the local TV people. It was them who suggested you should be there. You know what TV shows are like, they have to have a token woman in the program, even if the item is all about men doing mountain rescue, and vicars trying to refurbish bell towers.”

“Please Michael, make some excuse, I don’t think I could go there, especially if the men from the climbing club are the same ones that rescued you.”
“Well those four men will certainly be there, but there might be a few more as well. And as for you not going, I’ll tell the vicar you have made other plans, but he won't be pleased.”
“I’m sorry Michael, but at this moment, pleasing your boss doesn’t come very high on my list of priorities.”

Well with that, we both sat down and had the very late meal I’d just prepared whilst we’d been talking. Once we'd finished the meal, and I'd cleared everything away and washed-up, I was about to put the TV on, to try to calm myself down.
“Don’t bother with the TV, I think with all that’s gone on today, and this ankle of mine throbbing, I’m going to go up now and have an early night.”
“Ok darling, but its only nine o’clock, I think I’ll just watch TV for an hour before I come up.”
“I was hoping you’d come up with me.”

His words were asking, but his look was an instruction. I guess I could have made something of it, but like the dutiful wife, I just turned the TV back off, and followed him up the stairs. It was daylight, and even with the bedroom curtains drawn, the bedroom was light. So if I’d stripped in-front of him, he’d notice the sexy knickers I was wearing, and this might raise questions, so I took my nightdress into the bathroom with me, and when I came out I just slipped my used clothes into the wash basket.

As I slipped into bed alongside him, he said.
“It’s been a hot day today.”
A very weird remark to make, especially after almost instructing me to come to bed so he could fuck me!
“Yes, it was sweltering working in those farm buildings.”
“Wouldn’t you feel cooler without your nightdress?”
This was definitely not the Michael I knew. He’d never seen me naked, well not until last Saturday when those men were fucking me!

I was about to slip it off without making any comment, but then the devil began to play with my mind, and I thought I’d try teasing him.
“If you’re too hot, I can go and sleep in the spare room, if that’ll let you get a better night’s sleep.”
“No, I didn’t mean I’m feeling hot. I just thought maybe you’d be more comfortable.”
I began to slip out of bed.

“Where are you going? I said there was no need for you to go to the spare room.”
As I walked across and stood by my wardrobe so that he could get a full view of me.
“Don’t worry. I don’t want to just drop my nightdress on the floor and have it getting all creased up.”
And with that I stood there and slipped it off, revealing myself in total nakedness. I took my time putting the nightdress into the wardrobe, and then turned to face him.

“Is that what you wanted to see?”
“Shirley! My god woman! Why are you behaving like this? Get into bed quickly.
“But Michael, there’s only us two here, and you’re the one that wanted me naked.”
I’d made my way back to the bed, and taking him by surprise, with one swift whoosh I pulled the light quilt from the bed, and it floated across the room and landed over by the windows.

For just a split second, he lay there, naked, his hands encircling his rock hard cock as it stood to attention pointing to the ceiling.
“God woman! Have you gone mad?”
He turned to one side, trying to conceal his erection from my view, but his movements were still hampered by the strapped-up ankle and I guess the pain it gave him when he moved quickly. But I wasn't, I moved quickly, and in seconds I was on the bed, stood with my legs astride him, presenting him with a view of my pussy.

“For gods sake Shirley get down.”
And with that he reached up and as he took hold of my hand he jerked me down onto the bed. I fell in a heap alongside him, and he rolled over, so he was now propping himself up on one arm, and leaning above me.
“Look here Shirley, you’ve got to stop this silly behaviour. I know last weekend was a trauma for you, but it’s about time you started to get yourself back to normal. I’ll say prayers for you, and it wouldn’t hurt for you to do some praying yourself, before you loose all sense of morals and decency.”

Then he got off the bed, and hobbled across to retrieve the quilt which he then spread across the bed, covering me up. He then got back into bed, and as he slid under the quilt he placed his arm around me.
“Now come on, let’s do it like decent folk, with a sense of decorum.”
I didn’t speak, and in truth I was on the point of laughing at his stupid pious attitude. He didn’t say anymore, he just mounted me, and began his manic thrashing. And as I’d expected, it lasted no more than a couple of minutes, before his gasping and moaning signified he’d had his satisfaction. Then as before he just rolled off me, and within minutes he was snoring.

I got up, showered, and sat in the bathroom, legs open and my fingers working my clit. This was my first try at getting myself off, and though not anything special, it was certainly better than laying in bed feeling frustrated. So next morning I once again sorted out a pair of sexy panties to wear, and I still had my spare panties in my bag. I also sorted out a spare pair of my normal cotton knickers, just in case I needed to make myself look decent for some reason.

As I left for work, I said goodbye to Michael who was still in bed, and I arrived at the farm by eight o’clock. As I approached the shop, I could see someone had already unlocked the door. When I looked inside, there was Mrs Miller, a lady aged about fifty from the nearby village. She only normally served on weekends, or when I took my holidays.
“Hello, I didn’t expect to see you here.”
“Ah! Shirley my dear. I was waiting for you to arrive, Mr Holmes phoned me last night, and said he would be going out on some business trip today, and as he needed to take you along with him, he wanted me to come and look after the shop, so here I am. He said to send you up to the house when you arrive.”
“Well I can’t imagine why he needs me, but I guess I’d better go and find out. See you later.”

That was a lie, I could imagine why he wanted me, I assumed he’d got something sorted out last night at the club. I was knocking at the back door, he opened it.
“Come in love, let’s go into the parlour. That’s it sit yourself down. Right my dear, I haven’t managed to get you off scot-free, but I’ve got the best deal I can for you.”
“Thank you.”

“Well let’s not get into the thank you business yet, I haven’t told you what they are asking for. They seem to be saying you’re a bit special, the performance you give when you cum.”
I coloured up, and put my hands up to cover my face.
“Sorry Shirley, I know it sounds vulgar of me, but it's the way the lads were all raving about you. And I have to say, on that video, they hardly even touched you before you were going wild. I’ve never seen the like before, that fanny of yours opening and closing as it sprayed out cum. Sorry love, but that's what I saw. Well all the lads in the club have seen the video, and the very least I can get you off with, is to come to the club, and let them get you off. They all want to see you give that same performance for real.”

“So I have to go to the club and let someone, you know?”
“Yes. But they recon you'll be easy to get going, and from watching that video, I had to agree. It's the only way I can get them to agree to letting you see that video being scrapped.”
“But I won't have to let anyone have sex with me?”
“No. I managed to persuade them it wasn’t worth them taking that risk.”
“What risk?”
“I told them I’d blow the whistle on their little game if they did that to you. They said they didn’t think I’d go that far, but I don’t think they dare put it to the test.”

I felt so grateful to him for helping me, especially as he obviously felt he owed some of those men a debt of gratitude for saving his life. Without thinking about my actions, I leapt from my chair, and flung my arms around his neck, and gave him a great big kiss.
“Thank you Mr Holmes, I really am grateful. When will I have to go there?”
“Well I told them you wouldn’t be able to go on any evening; it would need to be during the daytime. I figured, there would be less of them able to get time off work during the day, so you’d have less of an audience.”
“Thank you, I wouldn’t have thought of that. So what day are they expecting me?”
“Well again, I thought, strike while the irons hot, and less of them will be able to arrange time off. So were due there in about an hour’s time.”
“Oh my god! But I guess if I’ve got to do it, the sooner its over with the better. Then I won't have to spend days worrying about it.”
“That’s my girl, by this afternoon; it’ll all be behind you. And from then on, you can just forget it ever happened.”

Well we had a cup of tea, and before I knew it, it was time to set off for what I hoped would be my final encounter with those men. We arrived at the club house, a wooden building in the corner of a field in the middle of no-where. As Mr Holmes pulled into the rough pot-holed car park, there were hardly any spaces available for parking.
“My god, looks like my idea of doing this during the daytime didn’t reduce the number of men by very much.”

We walked in, and as all the shutters were closed tightly against the windows, it could just as easily have been night time. The building consisted of a large room with a bar running half way down one side. Behind the bar in the corner of the room was a large TV mounted on the wall. There was a space in front of the bar without any tables, and this walkway continued to the end of the room, where it met up with an opening to the next room. This opening didn’t have a door, and it led to the smaller of the two main rooms. Off to the side behind the bar was a small kitchen area, this did have a door separating it from the main room.

The instant I walked in, there was an air of deja vu about the place, but then I thought, ‘I guess it’s similar to most village or church halls in layout’ accept for the bar would normally be a serving counter for tea and cakes. As soon as the men saw me walk in, we were surrounded, and everyone wanted to say hello, and they also appeared to think it was quite acceptable to touch and feel me, like I was some kind of sex slave!

“Back off! Before I take her back home!”
Mr Holmes barked out in a loud and very forceful manner. They did as he’d told them, and a narrow corridor formed in the crowd of men, allowing us to make our way to one of the tables. As we sat down, I could hear music coming from the smaller room, and my mind began to wander. It was almost like a dream sequence in a movie. The feeling of being here before came flooding back, and with it a sudden wetness in my panties.

It was like I’d had an instantaneous mini-orgasm, but why; nobody had touched me, well nothing serious. Then I felt an irresistible urge to see what was in the room where the music was coming from. Mr Holmes had been talking with Ian and one of the other men, and I think they were discussing how they were going to setup my performance, but as I say, I was off in a dream land, and they were just somewhere in the back of my mind.

Without listening to their conversation or waiting until whoever was speaking had finished, I butted in.
“What’s in that room?”
“What?” Snapped Ian.
“That room down there. What’s in there?”
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about things like that. Stalling won't get you out of giving the lads a show.”
“Tell me! I want to know what’s in that room?”
Mr Holmes answered me.
“Don’t get yourself het-up my dear. It’s just a gaming room. They’ve got a pool table, a couple of one-arm-bandits, a juke-box, and an old pinball machine. There’s nothing to worry you in there.”

“Can I take a look?”
“I told you, its no good you stalling.”
“Back off Ian, if she wants to take a look, I’m sure you can wait five minutes.”
Then as Mr Holmes got to his feet, he took my arm.
“Come on my love, I’ll show you there’s no’t to be afraid of.”

He walked me to the opening, and as I stood there, I began to tremble. My body was going into full slut mode, my pussy began to pulse wildly, and I knew the juice was running from it, and would be sliming up the tops of my legs. It all clicked in a sudden flash. I was the girl in the film. The film Michael and I had watched some weeks ago, when he’d turned the TV off. Everything was there, the juke box against the far wall, some men stood around at the various machines.

I walked to the juke box, and as I scanned the available music, someone put a coin in the machine for me. I selected a song I could dance to, and bearing in mind, the only dancing I’d ever done before in public was normal ballroom. I tried my best to emulate the dirty sultry writhing and gyrating type of dancing that the girl in the film had been doing. Instantly there was a circle of men around me, trying to out dance each other to be my partner. By the time the first song I’d selected was a minute old, one man had proved he had what it took, and we were dancing around together, and by now he was taking hold of me to twirl me around, and at times bending me right over backwards so that my loose thin skirt fell into the valley of my crotch.

Then as the music stopped and while someone was selecting a new song, I asked.
“Have any of you seen a film called the accused?”
At first there was a general look of ‘what the hell is she on about’?
As I looked around the sea of faces, I could see their eyes light up one by one as the penny dropped. There was then a mad rush to be the first one to carry me across to the pinball machine. As the first man took hold of me by my waist, and began to carry me across the floor, I saw Mr Holmes coming striding through the crowd. He was thrashing his arms from side to side, knocking men out of his path, like an explorer cutting his way through the jungle undergrowth. I shouted to him, as soon as he was within earshot.

“I’m ok. Please Mr Holmes; I want them to do this to me.”
He looked stunned, and more than a little disappointed as he turned and slowly pushed his way back out through the crowd. I guess if he looked on me as his daughter, it would be hard to understand. But back to my would-be rapist, who it was obvious had seen the film, and was about to re-enact the part of the first rapist.

At this point I’d advise anyone who hasn’t seen the film ‘The Accused’ to get hold of a copy, and watch it. Also you have to realize, that I had only seen the film up to the point where one man had raped the girl, and the second was about to. And as there was a room full of men, I assumed they’d all taken it in turns, meaning she’d been gang raped by at least ten, maybe fifteen men.

But back to my situation, as he lifted my bottom onto the edge of the pinball machine, and pushed me back into a full reclining position, I began to protest. Like I remember the girl in the film doing. Not that I wanted him to stop, I was just role-playing, and living-out a fantasy. Luckily the men around either realized this, or maybe they didn’t care. But I was told later, that at this point it took five men to man-handle Mr Holmes into the other room, where it was explained to him what the film was about.

The sex was an exact re-run of the film; except that since then I have seen the film myself in full, and I now know they didn’t all fuck her. But in my case, they did, every man in the club, excluding Mr Holmes, and most of them came back for second helpings. It was living out a fantasy in the extreme, they ‘took advantage of me’ first on the pinball machine. Then a couple of men wanted to double fuck me, so I was carried across to the pool table.

Once on the pool table, this was where the majority of the remaining action took place. They just trooped up one after another. I had hands on every part of my body, and cocks pushed in every conceivable orifice. I tried my hardest to keep in character, by keeping up my protesting, pretending I was actually being raped, but by the time I’d been on the pool table for a few minutes, my desire to be fucked just took over my speech as well as my bodily reactions.  Most of the latter part of this event is a blur, and although I came several times, I have no idea just how many.

I walked unsteadily from that back room some two and a half hours later, still naked, and carrying my crumpled and creased clothes with me to the toilet. I did a make-shift job of cleaning myself up, and then once dressed; I opened the door to the main room. The whole room broke out in a chorus of whoops, cheers and all manner of other calls. The men were all staring my way, clapping and smiling. The comments about how good they thought I’d been were crude and to the point, but inwardly, they still gave me a sneaky feeling of pride.

As they all calmed down, I walked over to the table where Mr Holmes was sat, his head bowed down, and both his hands encircling his half drunk pint glass of beer. Even as I reached the edge of the table, he didn’t lift his head to acknowledge me. I spoke quietly to him.
“I’m ready to go when you are.”
He didn’t reply, or even lift his head; he just got to his feet, turned and began to walk towards the door. I knew from his manner he was really upset, but one thing stood out more poignantly than any other. He’d left his unfinished pint of beer! If you know anything about a true Yorkshire man, then that is one thing you’ll never see them do. Unlike all the TV soaps and films, if a real Yorkshire man buys a pint of beer, he never leaves until he’s drunk every last drop of it.

But that is by the by; we got into his car, and on the journey home the only words spoken were me apologising for my behaviour, Mr Holmes never spoke a word. When we got to the farm, he got out of his car, and as I closed the door my side, he said.
“We ain’t got no fancy shower here, but if you come up to the house, there’ll be enough hot water for you to take a bath.”
And with that he turned and began walking towards the house. After running across to my car to get my little bag with spare underwear, I followed in silence.

When I got to the door, I was about to knock as usual, but felt like I was in some way annoying him, and didn’t want to knock the door. So for the first time ever, I slowly turned the handle and let myself in.
“Mr Holmes. Are you there?”
I heard his voice coming from the parlour.
“I’m here in the parlour.”
“Shall I go straight up and get myself cleaned up?”
“You do that lass. I’ll stop down here. I'll not leave you alone in the house; I’ll wait till you’re done before I set off to the fields.”

So in this ancient looking bathroom, with cobwebs and I guess spiders lurking everywhere, I stripped off, and had my bath. The warmth of the water felt so relaxing, but the thought of all those spiders hiding in their webs, watching and ready to jump out on me, made me nervous. So I just gave myself a very quick wash down, and in no time I was climbing out and looking for a towel to dry myself down with. As I opened the bathroom door, I heard someone knocking on the front door.

“Ah. Ian. What the bloody hell do you want? Come to take the piss out of me I suppose.”
“Hey Brian, don’t be like that. You weren’t to know. She fooled me as well; at first. Any way, we can't talk out here, can I come in?”
Mr Holmes didn’t answer, but as the voices got closer, and the front door closed, I assume he’d just turned around, and Ian was following him into the parlour. I carefully descended part way down the stairs, so I could hear more clearly what was being said. 

“I’ll tell you, the first sight we got of her, she was so prim and proper, I nearly didn’t even try to get her. In fact, if it hadn’t been for where she hurt herself, I’m sure I wouldn’t have attempted it. But she...”
“Don’t bother. She told me where she hurt herself, and what you did.”
“But I promise, even if I’d not been trying, she just came to life. Well you saw the video. Oh by the way, that’s why I’ve come, you forgot to take these with you.”
“Is that all the stuff you've got, no photos or anything else?”
“That’s all. I promise. I’ve even deleted the files I copied onto my PC. Look Brian we’ve been pals for years, and even though we don’t see eye to eye on this kind of thing, I would never try to trick you.”

“I guess so. I just feel I don’t know about people anymore.”
“Hey! Come on, I know you thought the sun shone out of her backside, but we’re all different. She can't help needing loads of cock, its just ironic she’s a vicar’s wife.”
“But she was sitting here this morning trembling, and looked like she was terrified at the thought of what you animals were going to do to her. And then when we get there. Well! I couldn’t watch. It was bad enough just listening, and her... she was ranting like she had the devil inside her.”

“I should think she was, there was quite a few of us dirty devils inside her all at the same time, she fucks like no other girl I’ve ever known. Well to be honest, that is mainly why I came to see you.”
“I thought you came to bring the videos I’d forgot?”
“Well yes that as well. But you saw her. That isn’t the girl or vicar’s wife you came to the club last night to plead for.”

“She didn’t just accept a fucking. She wanted it, she begged for it, god she fucking demanded it. She fucked every one of us until we couldn’t get any more spunk out of our dicks! And there were at least twenty men in that club this morning. Surely you won't expect us to keep to our word and not have her back there again. Even for her sake; you can see she loved being fucked.”
“Don’t say no more. Me'be your right, me'be you’re wrong, but what ever the case, you agreed to my conditions, and unless she tells me to my face she wants to become a whore, then if any of you try to get her back to the clubhouse, I’ll come looking for you. And mark my words; I won't be on my own. I’m not the only one that thinks the world of that little girl; my boys will rip the balls off anyone that does her wrong. In fact if they knew what you’d already done to her, you’d be pig food.”

“Ok Brian, I get your message loud and clear, we won't touch her. But I can't help thinking, it’s her that is going to miss out, she really is begging for it.”
“Think on lad, pals we might be, but I swear, if you cross me on this, you’ll not live to regret it, and there won't be anything left of you to bury.”
“Come on Brian, there’s no need to get nasty.”
“Nobody’s gonna’ get nasty, unless you step out of line.”
“Well I’ll go then, but if she does...”
“Just go.”
“Ok, maybe we’ll see you up the club one night?”
“I doubt it.”

I heard them walking the length of the hall, and then the front door opened and closed a few seconds later. I’d stood there part way down the stairs listening, and by now I was almost dry, but I still needed a towel to complete the process. I was just going to call down, when.
“Well are you coming down? Or are you gonna’ stand on the stairs all day?”
“How did you know I was here?”
“I heard you tread on the second step from the top about ten minutes ago, it always creaks, it’s done it for years."
“So you knew I was listening?”
“I assumed as much, well are you coming down?”
“I I need a towel.”
But instead of him walking back into the parlour as I’d thought he’d done, the next second there he was at the foot of the stairs looking up at me. I was naked, and had nothing at all in my hands to cover myself up with. You’d have thought after all that exposure and sexual action earlier, I wouldn't be shy. But now I felt so exposed, and I clasped one hand over my bush and the other arm around my breast.

He began to walk up the stairs towards me; I froze on the step I was on, not knowing if he was coming to claim his dues for helping me, or maybe coming to take revenge for me humiliating him in front of his pals. He reached me and we stood there for a second or two, looking eye to eye, even though he was a couple of steps down on the staircase. I felt his hands, big and rough skinned as they encircled my waist. The fingers so long, and my waist so thin, his finger ends almost touching. Without any sign of strain or effort on his face, I felt myself being lifted off the stair.

In my mind, although I was now not on heat, and had no signs of arousal, I knew I’d just let him take me to his bed, and I’d cooperate with what ever he wanted to do to me. As he lifted me, he turned me side on towards himself, and plonked me back down on the same stair he’d just lifted me up from, but right across to the side, with my bottom pressed against the spindles of the stair-case. Then his hands slipped away, and as he manoeuvred himself passed me, he carried on walking up the stairs.

I stood there, still petrified. By now he was walking across the landing toward one of the bedrooms.
“Well come on then if you want a towel.”
I slowly made my way up the few steps, and stood on the landing waiting for him to bring me a towel. As he handed it to me, he said.
“There’ll be a hot cup of tea waiting for you when you get down, don’t take all day.”

So that was it, almost the first words he spoke to me since I embarrassed him, and we were back to the standard British answer to every known problem, ‘A cup of Tea’. Well at least some values never change, and maybe that is something I can hang onto in this whirlwind of mixed emotions that is spinning my head around.

As I walk into the parlour, fully refreshed from my bath, and clean underwear in place, under my slightly creased skirt and blouse, Mr Holmes is sitting there waiting to pour the tea. He hands me my cup and I sit down. There is an awkward silence, and then we both go to speak at the same time.
“I’m...”
“It’s...”
“No, after you,” he says, ever the gentleman.
“Nothing really, I just wanted to say how sorry I am. I know I’ve disappointed you. And I’ve racked my brain to think how I can explain it to you. But there is no explanation. I just felt I had to do it. Please try not to think too badly of me. I promise it’s not like Ian said; I’m not a whore. And I never want to go back there again.”

“I was going to say it’s none of my business. But I still feel like I’m your guardian or protector, and I can’t get my head around what you’ve just done.”
“I know, I can’t explain it to myself, it was just something in my body, a kind of need or craving. Like a drug.”
“I’ll tell you now lass, I feel like putting you across my knee and thrashing your arse until you can’t sit-down or use that fanny for a week!”
“I’m sorry. I know I’ve let you down. And I promise; if I thought you chastising me, would cure me of this, I’d bend over your knee right now.”

“What you saying, you don’t like doing what you just did?”
“I don’t know what is happening to me. Something just takes over my body, and I can’t stop myself.”
“But you’ve never been that way before; it’s all come about since them animals abused you last weekend.”
“That’s true. But I don’t think that is the whole story...”

I then went on to explain to him about the only two experiences of sex that I’d had before this weekend. And how I didn’t even know what an orgasm was, let alone my Michael even attempting to induce one. That since those men had shown my body the level of pleasure it could achieve, it now kind of expected something at least approaching that when ever I had sex. But with Michael being content to just satisfy himself, and then leaving me frustrated, the next day I seemed vulnerable to any kind of stimulation.

And since Michael came back from hospital, both nights he’s taken me to bed at the earliest chance he’s had, and then just satisfied himself. I even told him about my attempt to get Michael re-interested by going down there with my mouth, and how Michael had almost blown a fuse. Then I explained about the state I was in on Monday morning, and how the machine in the potato shed had got me aroused, or even simple things like seeing various animals mating. I then told him to be ready to hear something he wouldn’t like. And I made him promise he’d hear me out; before he acted on what I was about to tell him. I then told him about his sons having sex with me on the top of the hay in the lower barn, but I was very careful to make sure I took the blame for the whole episode.

At first he looked shocked, but then he mumbled something about thinking they both looked shifty last night when he arrived back, and then he continued.
“So what you’re saying is; when your Michael has sex but doesn’t satisfy you, you’ll have sex with anyone?”
“No. Or at least I hope not. In fact there was a man called in the yard yesterday...”
I told him all about what had happened, and how Peter had sent him on his way.

“But if anything happens, I just get worked up, you know turned on. And then, it kind of distorts my normal sense of what is right and wrong. Yesterday, it just felt right to have sex with your two boys, they are so manly, and I felt so safe with them. But all I can say about this morning; just knowing you were in the building made me feel safe. And that building so much resembled the bar in the film; it was as though it was meant to be. Like it was a way of completing the film my Michael hadn’t allowed me to see. I promise if you hadn’t been there as my protector, I’d never have dared do it. And if I embarrassed you, then please forgive me, I never meant to do that. If you want me to leave and find another job, I’ll understand.”

“Don’t be silly lass, ok, I was shocked. And yes I’ll admit, it still takes a lot of swallowing. But you’ve always been a bonny lass, and if you have changed, the blame lies with Ian and his cronies. What we’ve got to sort out, is where you go from here.”
“You want me to leave?”
“No lass, I mean what are we going to do about your problem? If we don’t sort you out soon, I can see someone taking advantage, and you ending-up getting hurt.”

“I feel so ashamed, but as god is my witness, once the feeling in my tummy gets a hold of me, I just go to pieces. It’s only after I’ve, you know, been worked-up, and then, like now, I feel quite normal again.”
“So if my lads were to walk in the door now, and take hold of your arm, would you let them take you to bed?”
“No. I’d tell them to leave me alone.”
But as I spoke, just the picture he’d put in my mind, sowed the seed of an arousal in my tummy.

And with it, must have been a change in facial expression.
“What’s up lass?”
“I don’t know. But just you asking me, I can feel it starting.”
“What?”
“You know, oh god, please can we talk about something else?”
“What? You telling me, just thinking about my boys is getting you on-heat?”
“I’m sorry.”
“So is it the same when your Michael tells you he wants an early night? Are you already aroused by the time you get to the bedroom?”

I hadn’t thought about the idea of Michael, but now I did, all that came to mind was him giving me his final thrusts, and rolling off me. And then me feeling somehow cheated, or short-changed.
“Oh god Mr Holmes, will I rot in hell?”
“For heavens sake why?”
“My butterflies have gone, and all I can think is; I hope the novelty has worn off, and he doesn’t touch me tonight.”
"Novelty worn off? And who doesn't touch you?“
"My Michael. He never used to think of sex, but at least then I wasn’t being partly worked-up, and left for the first man who wanted to take advantage of me. But now, he’s wanted me every night since he saw those men doing that to me.”

“But you haven’t answered my question; does thinking of Michael turn you on?”
“No. Thinking of Michael has just got me feeling disillusioned, and frustrated.”
“Well lass, if thinking about your husband turns you off, I think me’be you married the wrong man.”
“Please don’t say that, I love my Michael. These feelings only started since this weekend, it’s as though him seeing me with those men excited him. But I’m sure he feels sex is wrong, so once he’s satisfied his own craving, he wants nothing to do with me.”

“I know this will sound really wicked. But when I think of Michael, I just remember how he rolls off me when he’s satisfied, and then how I lie there all night just wanting more. But when I think of your boys, I see those great big cocks, and they just keep pushing up me, never stopping until... Oh god Mr Holmes. I’m sorry, god help me.”
As I was speaking and thinking of my yesterdays fucking, I’d slipped forwards on the sofa, and now in a reclining position, I began to heave my hips. In seconds he was out of his chair, and sat sideways on the sofa next to me. He’d taken hold of my hand and his other arm was around my back with his hand on my shoulder.

“Come on Shirley, chase those images from your mind, and think about what your husband would say if he knew you were talking like this.”
“I I’m sorry.”
“Where is your Michael today?”
As I began to turn my thoughts from the session in the barn, to thinking where my Michael was, and who he might be talking to. This immediately quelled the turmoil that had welled-up in my tummy.
“Oh god Mr Holmes. Is there any hope for me? Do you think I should bend over your knee?”
“Well I can’t think right off, just how we’re gonna’ sort this out. But you’re in more trouble than I ever imagined, and a good thrashing isn’t gonna cure you. We need to think how we’re gonna keep you from sending signals to every man you meet, that you’re ripe for the picking.”

“I I don’t know if I should mention this, but both Peter and Brian said if I ever got into a state again, they’d see to me.”
“See to you, you mean...”
I could see he was struggling for the right expression, so I interrupted him.
“Yes.”
“And how do you feel about that?”
“Well when I’m sort of normal, I know its wrong, and I feel ashamed. But if my Michael leaves me aching again tonight, then the second I see either of them in the morning; I just know, I’ll be theirs to do as they want with. And that is either or both; I know I’ll just want them.”

“And if anyone else is here instead of them?”
“I I don’t know, like who?”
“Well I know I’m an antique; but they ain’t here right now, and I am?”
“I I’d never thought...”
“I’m too old for you then?”
“No, I just didn’t think you thought of me in that way.”

“So when ever I’ve slid up behind you, and helped you lift heavy sacks, or pushed you up on top of the bagging machine; what the hell did you think that hard lump was that I was pressing into your bum with?”
As I’d said, all of them had shown me how to sort that machine, and they’d all done as he’d just described. But in my innocence, I’d never been aroused by this, or more to the point, never once felt threatened. But to now hear him telling me, not in so many words, but intimating, he wanted to fuck me. I just coloured up bright red.

“I’m sorry; you must think me so stupid. But now you’ve said it; that means all of you think the same about me, even Eric and Carl?” These are the names of the two hired hands.
“Well I’ve never asked them, but anyone who’s had the opportunity to press themselves up against that little bottom of yours, and hasn’t got hard, has to be queer.”
“I feel so silly now, I never, well yes I did know you were hard, and I knew what that meant, but I never really thought. Oh god, it’s started again.”

I pulled one of my hands from his, and put it down on my tummy.
“What? Thinking about me rubbing my cock up against your bottom is getting you turned on?”
Now his hand joined mine, cupping itself around my tummy, and pressing down towards my bush. I felt my cheeks burning as I blushed even more.
“Please don’t.”
“But it is me that’s getting you worked up?”
“Yes, but please don’t.”
He pulled his hand away, and slipped it into his trouser waist, and then he re-adjusted the position of his cock. And although still safely inside his trousers, there was now a large bulge showing he was ready for action. This didn’t scare me, or put me off; it just fuelled my ensuing arousal.

By now, my tummy was getting quite well and truly agitated; I could feel a tension in the air.
Then as his hand came from his trousers, it gently cupped under my left breast.
“Please Mr Holmes, are you sure you want to do this?”
“Does it feel good?”
“Oh god yes, it feels wonderful. Rape me! Please Mr Holmes. Rape me!”
“Rape you? I’d never do that.”

“Please, I feel so dirty. Don’t make me have to beg you to fuck me. Please just take me, no matter how much I struggle or fight you. I’m begging you, Rape me now.”
He didn’t answer, but the look in his eyes, told me the fish was now securely hooked. He got to his feet, bent down directly in front of me, pushing his head past my waist, and his shoulder into my tummy. Then with his big strong arms wrapped around me, his hands slid under my bottom, and as he stood back upright he had me over his shoulder in a ‘fireman’s lift’.

Out he strode, and we were soon going up the stairs two at a time. I beat my fists on his back, and kicked and wriggled.
“Put me down you monster. Let me down.”
I struggled and fought like it was really happening to me. But like the men this morning, either he realized I was just role-playing, or he was too far gone to care. Either way, he easily had me restrained with just one of his hands holding me around the top of my left leg.

This meant his other hand was free to roam. And roam it did, stroking up the inside of my right leg, and pulling at the gusset of my now respectable cotton knickers. He might have been acting, but by the time he tipped me off his shoulder onto his double bed, he’d already had his fingers up my pussy. And as I fell backwards onto his bed, his grip around the gusset pulled my knickers down my legs. This wasn’t done smoothly or carefully, I was actually thrown from his shoulder, and as I flew through the air towards the soft landing on his mattress, he snatched the knickers back, pulling them down my legs. This not only ripped them, but they also caught and pulled off part of the fresh scabs that had formed on the injuries to the inside of my legs, causing the blood to start to run.

Well if I’d thought this might make him be more careful, I needed to think again. I’d told him to rape me, and this was what he was now doing. So as my hands went down to the area where the blood was now trickling from, he just took hold of the waist band of my skirt, and gave a sharp tug. The hooks and eyes that held this wraparound skirt in place just ripped from the thin material. And as the skirt unwrapped, it spun me around pulling my hands from in between my legs, and slipping from under me, leaving me face down on his bed.

I didn’t have time to react with movement or even any kind of protest, real or acting, before he was on the bed behind me. He pulled my blouse from either side, and it just pealed off, with buttons popping as it tore apart. Then from the back he released my bra, and one swift turn of my shoulders, saw me once again on my back, but now naked.

He was on his knees above me, and now he slowly began to pull his shirt over his head. At this point I tried a wriggle, to see if I could work myself free, but his knees just closed, squeezing me either side of my torso.
“Let me get up you bastard!”
As he threw his shirt to one side to reveal his ape-like hairy chest, he lashed out at my face with his open palm.

The bedroom echoed to the sound of the loud.
“CRACK!”
As his hand reached my cheek. But to my surprise, there was no stinging, he’d used the old trick a dad plays on a young son, lashed out but intercepted his own slap with his other hand slid gently across my face. There was no doubt in my mind when I saw the blow coming that it was going to hurt, and I had begun to believe he was doing this for real. I think for a split second I was in a weird way disappointed to know this was still acting.

But then I just let out a scream. As if the blow had been real.
“Shut your mouth you bitch, or you’ll get more of the same.”
I sniffed as if holding back the tears, as he stood up to remove his trousers.
I began to try to make good an escape, but he leant forwards, the task of removing his trousers abandoned as he held his right hand above my face in a threatening manner.
“Don’t you move until I tell you.”
I froze, as if this was a real threat.

He slowly unbuckled his belt, and then undid the buttons one by one, with no sense of urgency. I lay there motionless, well externally anyway, inside my tummy was quivering with desire, whilst my pussy throbbed with anticipation. Then as his last button was released, he dropped his trousers and pants in one, and stepped out of them, to reveal a cock the equal or maybe bigger than either of his sons. He didn’t stand there showing himself off, but no sooner had he stepped from his trousers, than he'd dropped to his knees on the bed.

Then as he took hold of my ankles, and lifted my legs up and wide, he said.
“Hold them high.”
I didn’t make a sound, but I obeyed instantly, as the difference between role-play and reality became a total blur.
“Now my little bitch, daddy’s gonna show you what that little pussy and bottom are really made for.”
As he pushed his monster cock into my pussy, I couldn’t hold back my eagerness, and I lifted myself up to meet his thrust. My pussy was wet and wanted to take as much of his mighty cock as it could handle. As with his sons, I could feel my pussy stretching as it opened up my love tunnel. But unlike his sons, he just pushed slowly, and it kind of gave me time to savour the pleasure.

His whole fuck was carried out in this manner, no sense of urgency, but deliberate forceful thrusting, driving his cock deep on every stroke. Then came his cum shots, still slow and deliberate, but now kind of erratic and jerky. His cock softened, and as it slipped out, he slumped his immense body down onto the bed alongside me. My first thoughts were, ‘he’s as bad as Michael, he’s going to leave me unsatisfied’. Then I thought, ‘but so far the only time I’ve ever cum is when I’ve been fuck by two or more men. I must be a whore’.

Then as my mind was still in a turmoil, I felt his big hands on my torso, as he lifted and swung me around in the air, dropping me face down on top of himself. He was on his back head to the pillows, and I was facing down to the foot of the bed. His tongue instantly began to lap at the juices coming from, and around my pussy and bottom. As soon as I realized we were back in business, my hands searched for his cock, and I caressed it until it stiffened enough for my mouth to take over. This mutual licking sucking and general fondling heightened my arousal to the point where I thought I would cum into his mouth. But this wily old fox knew exactly when to stop, leaving me right on the edge.

He again effortlessly lifted me from above himself, and spun me around in the air. As I was lowered down, I faced the ceiling, and knew my head was now back to the pillow end of the bed. I felt his cock slipping back and forth along the slippy wet crevice of my bottom. Each time the big fat end of his cock passed my hole, I felt my bottom open as if it was inviting him to enter. He teased me for what appeared to be an age, but was in reality probably only half a minute. Then when I was beginning to wonder if he was actually going to penetrate me or not, he forced me down without warning.

His mighty cock stretched my bottom to limits it had never before reached, and the scream I let out was not planned, or acting. But as his cock penetrated deep, I could feel his warm cum being shot inside me. As my orgasm was already cocked and primed, it only needed this spark to fire it into action. So as my pussy pulsed violently, spraying it’s cum in all directions, his cock delivered bolt after bolt of warm cum up my bottom. But even though he’d now finished his delivery, my orgasm was still in full swing. He held me on top of himself, his hands encircling my waist, until I’d eventually returned to a normal state.

He now turned me over, and lifted me up his body so my face was level with his.
“Well my dear, I hope that was satisfactory?”
“Oh Mr Holmes, you were wonderful. Oh god, how I wish my Michael could love me like that.”
“You never know my dear, me’be one day he’ll get the idea. But until he does, I think our Peter’s advice is about your best option. And I don’t think it’ll make any difference which one of us is available.”

“You mean I should do this with you or one of your sons every time my Michael leaves me, you know, wanting?”
“I know it’s not me’be what you want to do, but think of the alternative. At least with us, we all love you, and we’d never tell anyone. And who knows, me’be in time your Michael will realize he needs to satisfy your needs as well.”
“Oh god, I do hope so.”
Then as I lay in his arms, he gave me a big strong cuddle and said.
“Come-on then my little beauty, have you had enough, or do you want me to give that little fanny another seeing-to?”
For some silly reason, I blushed as I replied.
“No. I think you’ve cured me for today. It’s about time I went out to the shop and did some work.”
“Well if you’ve had enough, I think it’s too late to worry about the shop, but I could eat a horse, and I bet you’re starving as well. So how about you fix us up with a bite to eat? You’ll find plenty of eggs and bacon in the pantry.”

So some fifteen to twenty minutes later, cleaned down again, and this time dressed in a dress that used to belong to Mr Holmes’s wife, here I am in the kitchen cooking us both a meal. It’s now the middle of the afternoon, and as we sit down at the kitchen table, he looks across and our eyes lock-on to each other’s.
“You’re a right bonny lass.”
I just blushed.
“And you can rustle up a cracking bit of snap (Food).”
“Go on with you and your silly flirting, anyone can do a fry-up.”
“But there’s not many a lass can fuck like you, least ways, spraying your cum like you do.”
I again didn’t answer, but felt the heat burning not only my cheeks, but now my whole neck was aflame.
“I’m telling you, that Michael of yours is one lucky man. If he don’t appreciate what he’s got, then I know I’m too old for you to hitch up to, but either one of my lads ud wed you without thinking twice.”
“Please Mr Holmes. I love my Michael. Don’t talk like this.”
“Ok, but think-on lass, you can’t go through life wanting. Some times it’s better to just admit you caught the wrong bus, get off, and then hop on the right one. At least that way, you’ll get to somewhere you want to be.”
“Please don’t.”
“Ok, I’ve said my piece.”

“When I’ve washed up, I’ll get out to the shop to see if I can give Mrs Miller a hand.”
“No lass, she’ll only wonder about why you’ve changed your clothes. You’d best get off home, and sort yourself out proper before your Michael gets home.”
“Are you sure, it’s not my finishing time yet?”
“Well I guess by rights, you ain’t even started today, but I can’t see as that matters much. No lass, you get yourself back home, and we’ll see you in the morning. And if you need to ask for any kind of help, don’t be shy. You know what I’m a talking about.”
I blushed again as I replied.
“I will. And thank you. I’ll get off now then, see you tomorrow.”

I arrived home before Michael, and so was able to get myself changed and looking respectable before he saw me. I’d already prepared his evening meal, and it was ready for him as he came in, I thought maybe this might make-up for me being late yesterday. While we sat eating our meal, Michael said.
“Oh, about that event they’re organising for this weekend, it looks like the bishop is trying a kind of blackmail.”
“Blackmail? How has the bishop found out about what I did last weekend?”
“No dear, nothing to do with last weekend.”

“Well what do you mean blackmail?”
“He hasn’t put it into so many words, but he was saying things like. ‘There’s no point in thinking about taking an overseas assignment if your wife isn’t totally dedicated to supporting everything you get involved in’.”
“But Michael that isn’t fair, you know I’d support anything you do.”
“I know that my darling, and I can understand why you don’t want to see them men again. But I can hardly explain that to the bishop, and you know how much being given and overseas assignment means to me.”
“Oh Michael, isn’t there any other way?”
“If there was, I wouldn’t have asked you to do this for me.”
“Ok, tell your bloody bishop...”
“Shirley! There’s no need for that language.”
“Well! What do you expect? Just tell him I’ll be there, but don’t expect me to talk to those men.”
“Thank you darling. I’ll do my best to keep them at a distance from you.”

The evening went by in a boring manner, doing housework, and watching a little TV, but as I’d expected, by just gone nine thirty, Michael was asking if I was ready for bed. I stalled him until ten o’clock, but by fifteen minutes past ten, I was alongside the bed asking Michael.
“Do you want me to take my nightdress off?”
“It’s up to you; take it off if it feels more comfortable for you.”
“I don’t mind either way, so I guess if you don’t want me naked, I’ll leave it on.”
“For god’s sake Shirley, we are married; it didn’t appear to bother you too much when those animals told you to get naked.”

“Look Michael, that wasn’t my fault. What happened this weekend was none of my doing. And like you said, we are married, so if you want to see my body, I’m sure you’re not committing any kind of sin.”
With that I removed my nightdress, and walked to the wardrobe, taking my time, knowing Michael was watching my every step. This time I didn’t attempt to pull the covers off him, even if I’d wanted to, I could see his little hands were gripping the other end tightly. I just walked slowly back to the bed and slipped in alongside him, sliding my arm across his chest, and caressing his neck.

“Shirley, what did you really think about when those men were doing what they did to you?”
“What do you mean?”
“I can't understand how you could get so excited and aroused, you didn’t even know them?”
“I don’t know. But be honest, you get aroused by other women?”
“Never. I’ve never so much as looked at another woman.”
“I don’t mean real women, not ones that you’ve met.”
“What then?”
“That film.”
“What film?”

“Look Michael, I don’t mind. I guess it must be natural, something we have no control over.”
“Don’t be so silly, that is what separates us from the animals in this world, we have morals, and make our own decisions.”
“But you got aroused watching that film, are you telling me you wanted to?”
“I don’t even know what film you’re talking about.”
“Michael, remember god is listening to your every word. You remember turning the TV off when the film showed a girl getting raped, and she was about to by a lot more men?”
“Yes, but that was months ago, it was disgusting.”
“That might be true, but as soon as you got me into bed that night, you were already aroused, and you couldn’t wait to have sex with me.”

“I can't remember.”
“Michael! Don’t tell lies. Watching that girl being raped got you aroused.”
“So what if it did?”
“Does that make you an animal?”
“No, of course not.”
“Or are you saying you approved of her being raped, and you wanted to get aroused?”
“No.”
“Its like I said, it must be natural, something we have no control over.”

“But Shirley, we have to try to rise above such things.”
“But if we can’t; that doesn’t make us wicked.”
“But it shows a weakness.”
“And when you got aroused, watching those men abusing me? Aroused enough for them to...”
He butted in not wanting me to finish what I was saying.
“Don’t Shirley. That’s not fair.”
“Why isn’t it, they were forcing me to have sex with them, and you got aroused! Your own wife; and your cock got hard watching those men as they mauled me all over my body.”
“Please Shirley, I I...”
“I know. You couldn’t help it. Well that’s how I felt, I didn’t want them to get me aroused, but they did. And I don’t think that makes me an animal!”

“Oh Shirley, I’m sorry. I don’t know any more.”
“Maybe you don’t,” and as I spoke I wrapped my hand around his rock hard cock, “but I know one thing. Since the weekend, this cock of yours has been active every night. And talking about those men abusing me has only got it more excited.”
“Shirley, please don’t use foul language, it doesn’t sound proper coming from your lips.”
“Foul language? Which word have I used that you’d call foul language?”
“Shirley please. You know what you just said.”
“What? Men abusing me.”
“No, you were talking about my, you know.”
“So that’s it. Men abusing your wife is not foul or disgusting. But a wife talking about her own husbands cock offends your ears? Well if that’s how much you think of me, I’ll go and sleep in the spare room.”

With that I let go of his cock, and began to slide out of the bed.
“Shirley no. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. Please come back.”
He had reached out and taken hold of my arm, and was gently trying to pull me back to the bed. I resisted his pulling, but didn’t leave the bed; I just sat there naked on the side of the bed. He had pulled himself up onto his elbows, and still had hold of my arm.
“Come back please. I never meant to upset you.”
“If I come back, then you have to listen to what I’m going to say without interrupting me. When I’ve finished, if you don’t like what I’ve said, then I think its time we slept in separate rooms.”
“Shirley no. Don’t be silly, you’re my wife.”
“That’s right Michael, your wife not a slave or servant or your dog. I have feelings. I have opinions. I have rights.”
“Oh dear god, why are you behaving like this?”
“Because I want you to love me, not use me like those men did.”
“Shirley no, don’t say things like that about me.”
“Well are you going to hear what I’ve got to say, or shall I leave your room?”

“Please Shirley, get back into bed. You know it's OUR room. And of course, I want to hear what you have to say.”
“Ok, but no tut’ing or silly remarks about my language. I’m going to use the words normal people use; I want you to know what I mean without silly euphemisms getting in the way, and you getting the wrong end of the stick.”
“Come back and lay beside me, I’ll listen to you, and I promise to do what ever you ask of me.”
As I began to slide back in alongside him.
“Don’t make promises before you hear what I’ve got to say.”
“Come-on darling, if I’ve upset you, just tell me what I’ve done?”

“Ok, before this weekend, I never had and orgasm.”
“Bu...”
“Ah. No interruptions. I never planned for those men to do what they did, and if it hadn’t been for where I got hurt, they would never have got their grubby hands anywhere near my pussy or my tits.”
I could see his face cringing at hearing me uttering those words.
And if they hadn’t got their hands on me, I’d still have no idea what an orgasm is or what it felt like. But you have your orgasm, and deny it if you like, but at least once, you have been thinking of someone other than me when you’ve cum.”

“Well maybe they are right when they say ‘god moves in mysterious ways’. Because god put us up on that hillside, he brought about that storm, he aloud you to fall, he brought those men to that place, and he determined that I should slip on that gate. So it’s my guess he sent those men to show us both that our bodies can give more pleasure than we had realized. So now those men are gone from our lives, he must be expecting you to take my body to the heights of pleasure those men showed me was possible, and not to just satisfy your own lust, and then turn over and go to sleep.”

He looked stunned, and lost for words.
“Well that’s it, that was all I wanted to say. Do you want to fuck me? Or shall I go to the spare room?”
He still looked dazed, and I began to ease myself out of the bed. Suddenly his hand grabbed my arm.
“No. please don’t go. Come back, I’ll do as you want.”
“Will you?”
“Yes. Please come back.”
I slid back in alongside him, and began to work my head under the quilt.

“What are you...”
Before he’d finished, I’d popped my head out and with my face almost touching his. I interrupted his obvious question.
“I’m going to suck your cock, and you’re going to lick my pussy.”
Then without waiting for an answer, I went back under the quilt. As it was he didn’t answer, and I soon had my legs astride his shoulders. As I took his rock hard cock into my mouth, I lowered my pussy to his face. He started very reluctantly, but as I got to work on his cock, he gradually began to work my pussy. It wasn’t an overwhelming success, the pussy licking that is, but at least, with me sucking his first load of cum, it not only got me well on my way, but ensured that when I let him mount me, he’d take that bit longer to cum his second load. And yes he did manage to give me an orgasm, the first one he’d given me. And this time, as he rolled over I cuddled up to him, still dripping cum. And lying in all that sticky wet slime, we both drifted off to sleep.

The mess in the morning was gross, but knowing we’d made love properly for the first time was just like heaven. As usual, I got ready, and set off for work, leaving him still in bed. But I think maybe that is enough for now. There is still more to tell, and although that bloody video is no longer able to be used to blackmail me, the ‘new me’ awakened by those men, appears to be vulnerable to the briefest stimulation. But I’ll tell you more in the next part of my story. That is, of course, providing you don’t think the story is getting stale?

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Sweet Angel 3

K.Teal on Sex Stories

Chapter 3-------

The girl rolled over in the bed, her hands searching out for a body, hoping he'd still be there, hoping she was still with him as she found nothing but empty space. Her eyes fluttered open, as she found herself in the apartment rented for her. She then pulled her knees to her chest again, as she curled up under the covers and sighed so softly. For the last week, she would leave at midnight, and come into his company. It wasn't always about sex at all, infact last night he just held her so close, and ran his fingers through her hair. He asked her what she wanted to do, if she needed anymore money. She told him she didn't need any, she told him all she wanted to do was spend the night with him. To wake up in his arms, but he wouldn't let her.

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he didn't know his name, so she called him lover. She had no idea what he looked like, but she knew what he felt like to her. His skin was smooth, and felt so strong. He felt in shape, his chest firm and hard under her finger tips. She felt his smooth face, so he must shave regularly, she never felt wiskers at all. His hair was shorter, soft, and well kept.. it smelled nice every time. His aftershave, smelled so good to her.

She didn't know what to do anymore. She just wanted to be with him, to stay and wake up in his arms. She didn't care if she never took the blind fold off again, if it ment she could stay with him forever.

During the day, the driver was at her disposal, taking her where ever she wished to go. She'd gone to the zoo, she went to the aquariam. She tried new resteraunts, and went shopping. Most times she just walked with the driver talked with him. He was an older gent who worked for her lover for many years. He wouldn't tell her what he looked like, or anything about him, but he did talk alot about his family. He was a single man, never married. He had no children, but his father had worked for her lovers family. They took in movies together, old classic black and white mysteries, or had lunch in wonderful resteruants. The driver told her, he was at her disposal from eight int the morning until he dropped her off with her lover at night.

This morning was no different. She was planning to check out the local art exhibit, they were displaying several old classic pieces, she'd never done anything like this before. She slid herself out of bed, as the phone started to ring. She picked it up and murmered a soft hello. Her lover always called her just when she woke up, it was as if he knew she was awake.

"My Angel.." He murmered into the phone. "How are you this morning?" She let out a soft sigh, trying not to sound disappointed. "Angel what's wrong?" he asked her concerned. "I was hoping to wake up in your arms this morning, lover.." He sighed softly as he went silent. "My Angel, it's not possible. Not just yet." he said to her softly as she layed back down on the bed, and held the phone to her ear. "Lover, I swear I won't take off the blind fold, I swear... Lover please.." she murmered into the phone, pleading with him to let her stay. "I swear.. I wouldn't do anything to make you mad at me and go away." He was silent for a long time, and then he sighed so softly. "Tonight, my Angel, tonight I will let you wake up beside me... tonight, but you swear you must never remove the blind fold, if you do I will go away and never come back to you." She let out a soft hopeful breath. "I swear, I swear I will not remove it."

"Alright my Angel, you may sleep beside me tonight." he said softly into the phone. She felt a surge of energy run through her body. Her fingers clutched the phone as she closed her eyes and curled up into a ball. "Thank you, thank you Lover." she murmered to him softly. As soon as she was finished talking the phone clicked and he was gone. She hung up the phone, and slid to her feet, moving to shower in the bathroom. She dressed in a pair of slacks, and a nice shirt, and moved into the living room as she heard her buzzer. She moved to the door and opened it up smiling at the driver. "Clark.." she said softly. "Miss Angel." He smiled at her, as he made his way in the door. "Clark I need your help." He gave her a nod as he folded his arms infront of her. "Of course Miss Angel." She smiled at him softly as she moved to sit on the couch, motioning for him to sit with her. "Clark, what can I get him... a gift... a token of love.." The man let out a breath as he thought a moment. "Get him something from your heart... " The man said simply. She frowned slightly. "I don't know what he likes, I don't know anything about him, what books he reads." The driver shook his head. "Miss Angel, those aren't important. If you select something from your heart, he will treasure it forever." She sighed so softly as she gave him a nod. "Alright, lets go shopping." she said softly and stould up.

The day was spend going through one store after another, as she mindlessly looked at things she could buy him and she was about to give up after a whole day. She finally found it, it was so simple it seemed almost silly. She found an advertiesment for an artist, who did commissioned work. She called his number and set up an appointement to have her portrate painted, she told him she wanted to be painted as if she were an angel with wings. They set up an appointment the next day.

She had a pleasent supper with Clark and then went to get dressed for the evening. She wore a pretty red dress for her lover, made of silky soft satin. She slid into the car, and placed the blind fold over her eyes again, and let the driver take her away as he did every night.

As normal the door was opened by her lover, as he pulled her out into him, placing a kiss upon her lips before picking her up and taking her where ever he always took her. He stould her infront of the bed, and slowly kissed her neck, his hands wandering over her body. Tonight he didn't speak at all, instead he firmly placed a hand on her shoulder and made her bend over the bed. His other hand pulled her skirt up, and bunched it around her hips as he then stepped back to admire her body. His hand then slid her red lace panties from her hips and let them bunch around her ankles as he lets out a soft breath from his lips.

His hand them moved to her hips as his foot nudged hers apart, spreding her wide for him as she stould there braced against the bed with her hands. His hands slid over her ass slowly then dipped between her sex and started to slide through the sensitive skin as he came up behind her. She felt his cock push against her slit for a second, before he just thrusted into her hard and fast.

Both of his hands held her hips tightly as he pulled her body into his, shoving himself so deep and hard that she could only gasp and hold onto the bedcovers. Her breasts bounced back and forth under the satin red, with each hard thrust into her pussy lips, pounding her body with out mercy.

His grunts filled the air as he continued to thrust and push against her body, a hand sliding up her back until it was just under her shoulder blades. He pushed her down hard, shoving her face into the bed. She could feel his cock pound against her muscles, stretching her walls completely, driving her crazy as she started to moan into the bedcovers.

His pounding came faster and faster as her whole body seemed to ignite on fire, and shudder under him. Her juices flowed from her pussy, dripping down her legs, slicking his cock even more as he started to grunt and pull on her tightly. He shoved himself in deep, holding his body there deep inside her as his cock spasimed and unloaded into her pussy.

He then fell against her back, panting in her ear as they both ended upon their knees. He held her tightly to him, his cock still burred deep into her body as his lips nuzzled her ear. "My Angel.." he murmered so softly.

He finally pulled back, and lifted her up, sliding her dress off her as she just felt limp like a noodle. Once she was undressed he lifted her up and layed her under the sweet soft covers, wrapping his arms around her body, nuzzling her close.

She stared to drift, her eyes feeling heavy again as she started drifting off to sleep, curled up in his arms under his blankets. Her head resting against his chest as he slowly ran his fingers over her stomach.

The morning rays hit her face, as she let out a soft moan from her lips. She reached up to rub her eyes and realized the blind fold wasn't there and she paniced. Her hands felt around the bed, trying to find it as she squirmed against his body. She knew he was still there, she could feel his face burried in the back of her neck. She kept her eyes closed, panicing as she couldn't find the blind fold.

Tears spilled over her cheeks as she started to cry, she was going to loose him forever, she knew it. She kept running her hands over the silk sheets paniced as she couldn't find the stupid blind fold. She promised not to take it off, she had to find it. She felt his lips press into her neck as his hand curled around her fingers. "My Angel what's wrong... " He said softly. She sobbed, covering her eyes with her other hand. "I can't find it, I didn't take it off.. I swear.. I haven't opened my eyes... " She choked her words out. His fingers slowly pulled her hand back, as he kissed her finger tips. "I know, My Angel I took it off..." He then slowly rolled her over, and kissed her lips. "Look at me My Sweet Angel."

She slowly opened her eyes, for the first time gazing at the face of her lover. His hair was dark brown, a touch messy from sleep, and his face was so handsom. He was tanned, but caucasian, and youthful. His arms slowly wrapped around her as he pulled her close to him. "My Angel, I wanted to you fall inlove with me, for who I am.." he said softly as he kissed her neck. "Not for my money, or my looks. But at the same time I wanted to you leave behind your old life, and learn what it was like to have something better." She looked him over, and softly kissed him. "Lover, you had me when you took me..the first night." she murmed so softly as he slid himself between her legs.

"My Angel, we have a lifetime together now...I knew from the first moment I saw you, you were my soul mate. I just needed to show you what I knew." he murmered as he started to slide his cock between her legs, pushing it to her slit. All she could do was moan into his lips as he started to take her sences away again, as he did every night before bed, and now first thing in the morning.

Naruto 2

jdi on Sex Stories


Hinata wake's up and see Naruto laying next to her. She push's Naruto onto his back. She see that Naruto is nude. Hinata smile as she think's of how to wake up Naruto so she can have three orgasm before she goes to training. Hinata move's down to his cock and start sucking on it. While she is giving Naruto a blow job, she feels him moving around. She look's up at him and notice that he isn't awake yet, so she start sucking harder and faster. Naruto start cumming as Hinata start swallowing his cum. After she was done, Naruto was looking down at her and she notice that he was still rock hard. Hinata push's Naruto down and sit's down on his face. Naruto start sliding his tongue in and out of her pussy. As he start sucking her clit, he slides two finger in and out of her pussy. Naruto sta

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rt sucking harder and faster as he move's his finger in and out faster.
Hinata start moaning loud enough to be heard outside. Naruto take's his finger's out of her pussy. He slide's tongue in and out of her pussy as Hinata start having her orgasm.
Naruto swallow it all down. Hinata get's up and look's at him then smile's.

Hinata what are you doing? " I'm going to have some more fun." But I need to get to training. "So do I but you need to give me two more orgasm before we leave." Hinata got up and sat down on Naruto cock. Hinata start moving up and down on his cock, as she hold's him.. Hinata ride's harder and faster as her tits bounce up and down. Naruto can't move much as Hinata is bouncing up and down on his cock. She smile's down at him as she ride's him harder and faster. When Hinata came down one last time she started having her second orgasm. They rolled over where Hinata was laying on her back and her legs wrapped around Naruto waist. As Naruto was slamming his cock in and out of her she was moaning, telling Naruto to fuck her harder. Naruto was fucking Hinata as hard and as fast as he could. As he was slamming his cock in and out of her pussy. Hinata started having her third orgasm. As Hinata is coming down from her orgasm Naruto is still fucking her as hard as can. Naruto slam's into Hinata one last time as he cum's inside her.

As Naruto get's up and start getting dress. "Naruto that was wonderful." I know Hinata. But I need to be getting to training with the rest of my team. "Ok Naruto but I might be back tonight thought." Hinata I need to some sleep, I can't keep on satisfying you. "That is what you are to be doing Naruto, or did you forget that your are mine for life." No I haven't forgot that Hinata. They are both dress and go different way to their team's. After training was over Hinata walked over to where Naruto was at. When she found Naruto caught him flirting with Sakura. Hinata wanted to go over there and beat up Sakura for flirting with Naruto, but she thought of something else to do. So Naruto wouldn't flirt with any other girls. Hinata is waiting for Naruto at his place. When Naruto gets home and walks thought the door, he see Hinata standing there as he close the
door. "Naruto I saw you flirting with Sakura ." Hinata that's all that happen nothing else."Well I'm going to make sure you don't flirt with no other girls." Naruto started laughing. You must be joking Hinata. Hinata slapped him across the face knocking Naruto on the ground. Hinata grabbed a belt and start beating Naruto with it. "You stupid bitch you are mine that means you don't look at or flirt with any other girls." "Do I make myself clear you stupid bitch." As Hinata was hitting him harder. Yes Hinata I wouldn't look at or flirt with any other girls. Hinata just hit him harder. "How do I know your not just lying to me bitch." She is hitting him as hard as she can. I will do whatever you want me to do Hinata. Hinata just smile's as she hit Naruto one last time. "Your going to quit talking to Sakura, the only time you talk to her is when it deals with the team."

"If I caught you talking to any girl other than Sakura, I will beat you so hard you think I went easy on you this time bitch." She hit him again with the belt. Ok Hinata I wouldn't talk to any other girls or flirt with them. "Now strip bitch" Naruto just stood there. Hinata started hitting him again. "Do I have to hit you for you to listen to me bitch" Naruto started to get undress. No Hinata you don't have to hit me for me to listen. "Let's see then take my pants and panties off then start eating my pussy bitch." Naruto move over to Hinata and started taking her pants and panties off. Once Hinata was naked on the bottom half,Naruto started eating her pussy. Hinata put her legs on his shoulder's where he was holding up her weight. "OH yes, you better not flirt with any other girls bitch." Naruto kept sucking on her clit. Hinata had an orgasm and came all over Naruto face. Hinata start to get dress, after she was dress. She sat down on the bed. "Let;s go to sleep bitch." Hinata I thought we were going to have sex. " We would of but you wanted to flirt with Sakura, so now we are going to sleep." Naruto got in bed. As they were laying down Naruto started playing with her tit's. "Bitch keep your hands to yourself. I don't want you touching me the rest of the night." Hinata looked over and saw that Naruto had fell asleep. Hinata smile as she grabbed a collar and put it around Naruto neck. Hinata fell asleep smiling.

Naruto woke up thinking what happen last night was a dream, until he saw Hinata laying there still dressed. Hinata woke as Naruto was getting up to go to the bathroom.
Hinata heard him scream because she knew he seen the collar. Hinata why did you put this on me. "So everyone know I own you bitch. Now get over here and take my pants and panties off." Naruto went over to Hinata and took her pants and panties off. She laid down and Naruto started eating her pussy, sliding his tongue in and out of her pussy. Hinata was moaning as Naruto slide two finger into her pussy and sucking on her clit. Hinata was smiling because she knew Naruto would be hard all day. Hinata was moaning and wrapped her legs around his head. "Oh yes that feels wonderful bitch.' Hinata started moaning as she had her orgasm. She unwrapped her legs and Naruto stood up getting ready to fuck her. "Ok bitch get dressed we need to go to training." Hinata but I haven't cum yet. Hinata grabbed the belt and started hitting him. "What did I just tell you to do bitch." Naruto started to get dressed. After they were dress and outside they went their different ways, as Hinata was smiling knowing Naruto was hers.

to be CONTINUED with part three

The pool game

monkiy on Sex Stories


Note: Sarah, Tanya, Cindy and Stephanie are all in form 6 of high school and are all 18 years of age. The following takes place in the form 6 common room.


Sarah swayed next to Stephanie, her elegant blonde hair drifting with her movement like a falling autumn leaf. Sarah looked over to Stephanie, her eyes were hard with confidence, she was sure that she and Stephanie could beat Tanya and Cindy at this special game of pool. Then Sarah proceeded to articulate the rules of their pool game to the other girls. Basically the rules were the standard rules of 8-ball, however when either team sank a ball the player who would take the next turn on the opposing team would remove one item of clothing. On the break if one team sank two balls of different colours then the next opp
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osing player would have to remove two items and the one of the balls would be replaced. In addition to this if any player fouled they would have to remove a piece of clothing. If both players on a team had lost their clothes and by the rules of the game had to remove another, they would lose. The loosing team would be humiliated by being strapped down on sybian while being filmed and photographed by the winning team. The losers would also have to wear remote vibrators, which linked with their mobile phones, for a whole week. This was to be the end game to weeks of rivalry between the two groups.

“So do you accept the rules of the game ?” Stephanie shouted at Cindy and Tanya.
Cindy and Tanya both glanced at each other… Cindy and Tanya were both thinking, the same think; “are they being serious…”
Cindy and Tanya gathered up their confidence and said simultaneously accepted. The girls were in their high school uniforms- wearing tight white shirts with short black skirts. The girls had all elected to remove their shoes to bring their clothing count down to 5 items. had to remove it to make the game equal. However, Cindy had to remove her playhouse so as to equal the others. She did so quickly.

“So should we start ?” Sarah hissed.
“We will, after all you came up with this idea” Cindy hissed back.
“No we will flip a coin for it- do you want heads or tails?” Stephanie elegantly whispered.
“Heads” Tanya exclaimed back.
Stephanie flipped the coin into the air and it landed on the tails side of the coin.
Cindy and Tanya looked up at each other and then glanced off as it was nothing.
“Ok now before I break who will be going next ?” Sarah growled at Cindy and Tanya.
Tanya reluctantly said “I will” after short silence.
Sarah shouted “Ok let the game begin, when you and Cindy loose I will have you both orgasm in assembly.”

Sarah moved the white ball into the  right hand corner of the circle and graced it with her cue. The white ball spun off into the triangle of balls and the balls spread out until two solids, the one and the seven ball, fell into the top left and the top right pockets respectively. “Well it looks like lady luck is on our side, isn’t it Tanya… remove two items and slide them into the metal cage over there next to the television. Tanya slowly removed her socks and took off her top to reveal a red-laced bra housing two tight B-cup boobs. After Sarah saw Tanya slide her cloths into the metal cage, she shot again, this time she hit and sunk the red three ball. To her dismay the white ball also slid down into the pocket.

“Well I guess  you can’t win them all.. oh well we can’t have Tanya naked just yet” Sarah quietly said to the room. She took her socks and slid them into the metal cage. “Tanya aren’t you forgetting something ?” Stephanie said to Tanya, who was about to take a shot. “What ?.. Sarah sunk the white ball and oh… fine.. I will remove my skirt. “Trying to cheat Tanya ?” Sarah hissed.
Tanya rested the cue against the pool table and slid of her black skirt to remove a sexy black thong. “I didn’t have a chance to change after Josh’s part” Tanya said shooting back at the other girl’s surprised faces.

Tanya aimed at the 9-ball and sunk it. “Oh yeah, Stephanie remove one item of clothing” she sexily whispered as she danced on the spot. Stephanie reached into her top and removed a black bra. She exclaimed; “this is just a tease honeys.” Tanya aimed for the 12 ball and just narrowly failed to sink it.

Stephanie glanced up at Cindy and slyly purred “are you ready to show some sink ?”
Cindy moved back, unsure of how to reply. Stephanie shot and sank the 6-ball. “Remember I’m just so sexy at this game aren’t I know Cindy ?.. oh and wait I want you strip out of a little more clothing then just your socks at one time” Stephanie sexily purred at Cindy.
On her next shot she sank the 2-ball and the white ball spun off in just the right way to nudge the 4-ball into the right middle pocket. Cindy looked around rather nervously; she wasn’t ready to be controlled by Stephanie or Sarah. Something twigged in Cindy’s head and she started to slide off her socks. Then she reached into her skirt and removed her pristine white panties. Next with the same sexy move, she pulled off a tight blue C-cup bra. Stephanie was distracted by Cindy pulling her bra over her brown hair and sliding it into the metal cage, so as she shot she accidentally flicked the ball up and it spun off into the top left corner. “Oh to bad, did I distract you by making you think of humiliating me after this game is finished did I” Cindy said to Stephanie through cracked laugher, as Stephanie slid her socks into the cage.
“Oh be quiet, the both of you are only wearing two items, while Sarah has 4 items and I still have 3 items remaining. Get real your going to lose” Stephanie growled back at Cindy and Tanya.

“Ok Cindy you know what to do” Tanya exclaimed.
Sarah interjected by hissing “yeah just sink the white ball, oh on second thought don’t forget the black ball, we want to be politically correct now don’t we ?”
Cindy took no notice of Sarah’s comment, she aimed at the twelve ball and sank it.
“Oh Sarah I liked though you were so going to have us, but now the tables have turned” Cindy said sweetly. Sarah took off her top in a rush and slid into the cage.
The white ball had bounced off the top ball of the pool table, Cindy was now in a good position to sink the 13-ball and Sarah knew it. A line of sweat dribbled down from Sarah’s perfect blonde hair, she whipped it instinctively off before it reached her left eyebrow. Cindy had seen it and grinned. She took aim at the 13-ball and sunk it. “Well now I don’t want to be rude but Sarah do take some clothing off, its getting hot in here” Cindy gracefully whispered. “Oh don’t be so top-50 cliché” Stephanie purred back. Sarah removed her skirt to reveal a black thong, which was slightly more revealing than Tanya’s. “Copycat” Tanya growled to Sarah. Several lines of sweat dribbled down from Sarah’s hair. On Cindy’s next shot she  managed to hit the 14-ball into the 11-ball and sink both. “So Sarah I’ve been dying to see what you have under that push up bra, you really couldn’t be more than a B cup so why bother with the C-cup look ? .. oh and your probably so loose with all those fun times you have had” Tanya exclaimed with excitement. Sarah closed her eyes, she couldn’t believe this, she now had to show her self to her best friend and her worst enemies. She pulled off her bra to reveal perfect C-cup breasts and jiggled her thong off. As she bent over to pick them up, the other girls could see that not only were her boobs real, but they were tanned the same golden colour as the rest of her and that she had naturally blonde hair, it wasn’t dyed as they all had thought. Cindy watched as Sarah slid the last fragments of her clothing into the metal cage and tried to cover her self with her hands. Cindy aimed for the 15-ball. As the white ball hit it, it spun towards the back right hole and fell down into the pool table. “Damn, oh well it wasn’t like you couldn’t see my boobs through this white top” Cindy violently exclaimed and took her top off.

Sarah was shaken, she was nude and she had to lean over the pool table in order to get the cue to reach the 5-ball. It was the last solid on the table and if she sunk it they would be only one ball away from winning. As she moved to take the shot her left boob glanced the table and she pulled up out of reflex, the white ball shot off towards the 15-ball and nudged it into the middle left pocket. “Sarah why ? common your like the best at this how could you … miss that shot it was so easy..” Stephanie shouted Sarah. “You try playing in the nude” Sarah answered her.

It was Tanya’s shot, she only had to sink the 10 and the 8 ball to secure victory. The girls went silent, as she sent the white ball sailing towards the 10-ball. Sarah and Stephanie stared at the ground as the 10-ball moved towards the right back pocket and fell safely into it. “Stephanie, Oh Stephanie please remove something” Tanya teased. Stephanie reached down into her skirt and removed her pink panties. “Oh how cute, she thinks that keeping her skirt and shirt on will helper” Cindy said to the room.  Tanya smirked as she positioned the cue to sink the black ball. She shook her brown hair for effect and hit the white ball. The black ball slowly moved towards the left back pocket and rolled down into it. Stephanie and Sarah fell to the floor, they had lost. “Oh cheer up Sarah, Stephanie is now going to join you in bareness, get up Stephanie and put your skirt into the cage” Tanya growled authoritatively. Stephanie slowly unbuckled her skirt and put it into the metal cage.

“Stephanie is so sexy with her Brazilian wax, don’t you think Tanya” Cindy purred to Tanya. “Oh yes, now lets get the sybian show started” Tanya purred back.
Stephanie and Sarah moved over to the sybians and each sat on one of them. Cindy secured Stephanie’s legs in place with two strong velcro wrap and handcuffed her hands behind her back, Tanya did the same to Sarah.
“I guess you ladies know what these things can do, after all they are yours” Cindy giggled. “Ok now we agreed to an hour, so I hope you set these things on a timer because Cindy and I are just going to watch and record what happens” Tanya exclaimed to Sarah and Stephanie. One second later the sybian sprang into life.

The best ever!!

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The Best ever!!

You never forget your best sexual experience and I never will. I met the best sex partner I've ever had when I was twenty one and living in Southern California. I had my own apartment and although it had a pool and some very hot neighbors, it was still a lonely existence. I had a girlfriend who was a hot, always horny girl. She was really small. Four foot eleven. Slim, sexy body with 34 b cup breasts that defied gravity. A small but very curvy butt that she loved showing off. We would later live together and I even had the opportunity to take a number of very sexy and even some very nasty pictures of her. I wish I still had the pictures. They would make good wank off material today. After I got married, my wife made me get rid of the pictures. Too bad. People on th

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e net would really enjoy seeing her naked body. All the pervs who enjoy looking at young girls would really get off on her little girl looks with big girl sexual appetite. In fact after she I started living together I discovered that she was bi. I found some photos her girl friends had taken of her while she had been on summer vacation. From the photos I'd say it was a Sex vacation.

Back to the original point. I met Brenda (not her real name) while going shopping with my girl friend and her mom. We had driven to Burbank to a tropical fish shop that they frequented. As soon as I walked in the door and laid eyes on this vision of loveliness, I was hooked. The girl behind the counter was absolutely beautiful. Now, so you get the picture, I have always had a system for women and girls. There is, not so good looking. Cute. Pretty. Beautiful and Gorgeous. There have been very few gorgeous women I have seen and fewer I have met in my fifty plus years. Many women that I thought were in that category, when I saw them on film or in a magazine, were actually down one or two notches in real life. It is amazing what a make up artist can do. So here I am face to face with a real beauty in the flesh.

I will try to describe her from memory. Remember this took place over thirty years ago, but she is burned into my memory banks. She was in her early twenties. Five feet six or seven. Long brown hair that framed her sexy face. Brown eyes that sparkled. A smile that made me hard every time. She had a sexy voice that I could listen to for hours. She had a full figure which I found out later was from a recent birth of her first baby. I'm sure she had lots more unless she took precautions, because she was sure to attract men for years to come. She had an infectous laugh which I made sure she shared with me often. I love to hear a woman laugh and enjoy herself. She had a big set of tits, no doubt from breast feeding her little one. She also had a very full butt that begged to be played with. I like a nice round, full, squeezable butt. In fact I love a curvy woman. You should see my wife. Curvy baby!! Think of a young Valerie Bertonelli from TV and you get an idea of what she looked like. Beautiful and very sexy. And as I would find out later, very horny.

As my girl and her mom checked out the fish, I checked out the fish store girl. I decided I was going to try to see if she might be available. I didn't have to worry about my girl getting jealous. Her only disappointment was she never got a shot at the fish store girl. Or maybe she did and she never told me. She did say she was very beautiful and that I should try and "get her". You see my girlfriend was in the habit of sharing me with her friends. Mostly with her best friend who was also four fooot eleven and very curvy. Except for their hair, they could have been body twins. So here I was asking all kinds of questions about fish. The more I showed an interest in fish and fish tanks and the like, the more Brenda showed and interest in me. At first I thought she only saw me as a dollar sign. But as time went by I saw the telltale signs of feminine interest. I never missed those signs and I wasn't about to let this one off the hook. As the "girls" decided what kind of fish to add to the tank and the horse trough feeder fish. I was trying to reel in a beauty of my own.

I found out she was separated from her husband. What a jerk is all I can say. Something about marrying to young or some other crap. If he never got back together with her, he was an idiot. I wish sometimes that I had never let her out of my life. She made me happy in so many ways. But then again I wouldn't have met my wife and that is a fairy tale come true. So all things happen for a time and reason. Before we left the store I was sure she was into me. The next week I made a trip to Burbank alone. I found Brenda working alone is the store and she really smiled big when she saw me walk in. I talked to her about a fish I really liked and wanted to buy. A "Ciditrophis Trideniger" (not sure of spelling) from lake "Tanyanekee" (spelling?) in Africa. Then I asked her if I could buy her a drink when she got off work. At first she said she didn't think so and I thought I had misread her interest. Then she made a phone call and told me she would love to have a drink with me when she got off. But she would have to make it a short one as she needed to get home to her baby. I met her at the restaurant bar she perferred and we had a wonderful time. I was really interested in seeing what she was like if I could get her alone. Somehow I must have sensed she would be very passionate in bed.

A month or so later I had bought the fish and a tank. Two weeks later the fish died. I played it big and she responded well. I was able to convince her that, only if she came to my place and allowed me to serve her dinner, would she make my fish disaster right. What a line. She probably saw right through my lame story but I would later find out she was as hot for me as I was for her. Dinner was good and she was a delight in private. After dinner she asked to use the bathroom before she headed home. I was so hot for her by now I had to take a chance. So while she was in the bathroom I stroked myself to full erection and waited for her to come out. As she emerged I took her in my arms and kissed her. She was an amazing kisser. Her passion for kissing was matched by her passion for fucking. As I kissed her I took her hand and placed it on my pants and erect cock. She moaned in my mouth. I knew I was about to see what this woman could do in my bedroom. I led her into the bedroom and began to undress her. I remember she was very white skinned like she had never seen the sun. Alabaster skin that was so soft I felt like I was caressing a babys skin. She had very big breasts. DD or bigger but she wasn't lactating. Her hips were wide and she had a very sexy gap between her legs that allowed me to see her puffy pussy lips while she was standing there letting me admire her body. I was not prepared for the woman I had brought into my bedroom.

She was very passsionate and very verbal. From the very beginning she let me know what she wanted and how she wanted it. She would moan and say "yes", "yes", whenever I did something she liked. If I tried to move on to another part of her body and she wasn't ready for me to leave, she would grap my head and say "don't stop that". I was smart enough to follow her lead. Even though we were about the same age I could tell she had more experience in passionate love making than I did. I knew how to fuck. She knew how to make love. And she proved to be a very good teacher. As I licked and sucked my way around her body she would constantly shout out words of encouragement and words of passion. Shouting is the operative word here. Her moans and nasty words were flowing out of her and they were in stark contrast to her very proper and innocent demeanor. She was a lady in public and a whore in bed. Perfect! I had been licking her pussy for a while when she suddenly begged me to "stick that big cock in my pussy now". I slid up her body and placed my cock at her pussy. She didn't wait for me to find the mark. She grabbed my cock and put it where she obviously needed it. She then took full control and told me what to do. "Faster"! "Harder"! "Slower"! "Faster"! "Long full strokes". "Short stabbing strokes". She had me in her control and I was glad to do all she asked as I had never seen such passion from a woman before. I was spellbound and loving it. As she neared orgasm she began getting really loud, yelling "faster",  "harder", "faster", "harder", "deeper", "oh fuck yes" and more. As she came she shouted out "I'm cumming, I'm cumming" really loud and she was doing things with her pussy that I never knew were possible. I know now that she was a squirter. She completely soaked my sheets when she came. I thought she might have peed, but she did that before we went to bed. No she was a squirter and I wish I could find another one like her. It is an incredible feeling when a woman comes that completely with you. Also it felt like her pussy was milking my cock. Her muscles would tighten at the bottom and work there way to the opening and it was working. She shouted for me to "cum in her pussy" and "do it now". I obviously complied. What an orgasm. The best of my life. What a woman. I was glad I had not given up on her when the going got rough. She was worth every ounce of gasoline it had cost and all those hours spent in the store trying to win her over. Little did I know she was smitten from the beginning like I was. Only her proper upbringing had kept her from attacking me at the store itself. What a Woman indead.

As we were lying there in post orgasmic bliss, we heard a voice coming from outside my bedroom window which overlooked the pool. A male voice was imitating her saying "harder", "faster", "deeper", "oh yes, fuck me, fuck me". We couldn't help but be embarassed but at the same time we found ourselves laughing and enjoying the fact that we had just entertained the whole Saturday night pool crowd. After that night I got a lot of appreciative smiles from the guys in the complex. They were obviously impressed and probably a little jealous. The women on the other hand started giving me the cold shoulder. As if I was the only nasty one in the complex. I was just the only one who forgot to close their window before they launched into a hot fuck session. The girl next door was the worst. She had been friendly and even flirtatious before and now she looked at me with disdain and wouldn't even talk to me. I think she was mad it wasn't her that was moaning and shouting. After Brenda left, I changed the sheets and went to bed with the most satisfied feeling I had ever felt. I fell asleep thinking about the next time I would have a chance to sample her brand of passion. She was indeed the best I ever had.

In the next installment I will share my next encounter with the lucious Brenda. A New Years Eve celebration. Two couples. A drinking and stripping game and side by side fucking. Stay tuned.

P.S. Brenda, if your out there and happen to read this story, you know your real name and you know just by reading who I am. I would love to hear from you. Why not write your own story about our first encounter. Tell your side of the story so to speak. I think the readers would find it interesting to hear what you were thinking and experiencing at the time. Hope you enjoyed.

Our first time together

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It’s the first time we meet. Your house is empty so you suggest we meet there for a drink before we go out. I take a taxi as I’m not familiar with the neighborhood. I am so glad to get out of the taxi; the heat back east is sweltering this time of year. My sundress is stuck to me. I try to air it out as I walk up to your house. What a gorgeous house you have, already I’m impressed and excited to see the inside. I ring the doorbell… I can hear the music playing from the back yard. I start to walk back down the path and around the side of the house

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when the door opens. There you are! I haven’t seen you in so long and I sure missed that smile. You welcome me and open the door for me to walk in. I’m not two steps into the house when the door closes and you grab my hand. You swing me around and grab my other hand, walk me back to the wall and kiss me. Your hands move up and hold my head as your tongue presses just inside my lips. Both of our breathes are quick and heavy as our hands travel across each others bodies. We both come up for air. Our eyes are half closed and I am wishing that your bedroom wasn’t so far away. You ask me if I would like a drink before the tour of the house. Yes please I say, it was a long cab ride and the heat is over powering. You walk into the kitchen and I follow you. You tell me how you just had it done. I’m in awe of the beautiful custom cabinetry and granite counter tops. As I run my hand across the cool stone you open the fridge and ask me what I would like to drink. Something light and summery… a gin and tonic? Perfect! I hop up on the counter and watch as you make my drink. I look down to see if I got any movement from that kiss… it’s quite obvious that your cock is pressing against your shorts. I part my legs just a little so as you come hand me my drink you can see there is nothing under my dress. Your hands rest on my thighs as I take a sip of my drink. They are running up and down my leg… feel so good. I’ve wanted your touch for so long. I close my legs and hop off the counter…

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“How about that tour”. I hear you groan as I walk back towards the front hall.Â

“Where would you like to start” you ask “Up or down”?

“Well, why don’t we start at the bottom and work our way up” I say with a coy smile and a wink.

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You walk me thru the great room at the front, point out the den and walk back thru the kitchen. I have finished my drink and walk to the sink to refill my glass with a little water before we head upstairs.

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Your hands move down my back and you grab the bottom of my sundress. As you start going down on your knees you push the sundress up to my waist. You start kissing the back of my legs and move up. Its right about now that I’m glad I made the decision to not wear any panties today. I lean forward a little over the counter and spread my legs. You can already see how wet I am. Your hands go between my legs. I’m dripping wet. I start to rub my clit for just a little while. My body is moving in motion with your hand, I grab onto the sink for support. I am so wet that your fingers just slide inside of me. It doesn’t take long and I cum almost immediately. You leave your fingers inside of me as my body shudders with an orgasm. My juices are dripping onto your hand. You pull me straight back against you so you can grab my tits. They are already out of the dress and you want to feel them, to touch them, to play with them. I grab your hand that was inside of me and put your fingers in my mouth. Mmmmm my god that tastes good. With your free hand you pull down your shorts, lift up my skirt and direct your cock into my pussy. I’m still sucking on your fingers. You take your fingers out of my mouth and put them just at the base of my neck and bend me over a little further. Your hands grab my hips as you start pounding me hard. I go between grabbing my tits and holding onto the sink for support as you fuck me harder. We are both so close. I tell you to tell me when you are about to cum. We carry on for a second when you tap my shoulder.  I push you back a little and squat on the floor in front of you. I take your cock in my hand and put it in my mouth. The whole thing right into the very back of my mouth. As I pull it out I lick and suck my juices off of you. Oh my god you taste sooo good. I reach down with my other hand and rub my clit. Come on baby, cum for me. Cum in my mouth I want to taste every last drop of you. You lean your head back and hold onto the counter behind you as cum shoot out of your cock and into the back of my throat. You let out a long deep moan as I am still sucking the last drop off. Mmmmm so good. Neither of us can barely move, and we still have the whole top floor of the house to cover ;)

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You start to lead me upstairs, but I stop.Â

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“Lets save that for later” I say “Lets go sit out on the deck by the pool for a bit”

“Ok” you say

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We grab our drinks and head out on the deck. The sun is shining, the tunes are cranked and I am ready for a dip.  I ask you if you have nosey neighbors. You tell me that the house on the left is vacant and the other house can’t see the pool from their place. Perfect! I grab the bottom of my sundress and lift if over my head. I’m as naked as the day I was born. From behind you can still see the wetness on my legs. I turn around and ask you if you are coming in. Damn right you are! You take off your shorts and dive into the water. I’m close behind. I swim underwater the length of the pool and come up in the shallow end. You have a very interesting pool; there is a sort of rocky edge to one side where water falls from above.  You push a button and the waterfall starts. I swim a few laps of the pool and swim over to you. I swim under water right up next to you and brush up against you as I come up out of the water. Water is pouring off my face as I open my eyes. It didn’t take you long to get your energy back. I think you have plans for me ;)

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You grab me by the hips and lift me up onto the edge of the pool just beside the waterfall. You spread my legs and dive in. You know how to tease me. Starting at my inner thigh and working my way close to my pussy but not actually touching me. Then back to the other side, starting at the inner thigh and working your way up and down. I am going crazy! You look up and watch as I pinch the nipples on my breasts. Even tho its warm out my body has goosebumps from the slight breeze that blows across your desk. I put one foot up on the side of the deck and scoot my bum closer to the edge, giving you a better view.  And the teasing stops, with one fast motion you lick my entire pussy. From back to front and all the way to the top, stopping only when you reach my clit to suck on it. I gasp. Fuck me that feels soooo good. Oh god please don’t stop. I sit up and watch as you spend your time nibbling, sucking and fingering my pussy.  You know I like it when you have two fingers in me. Your palm up curling your fingers to press on my gspot. Oh my god that feels so good, your face is buried in my pussy. My hands are busy playing with my tits. Heaven! Short moans escape my mouth, oh god yes… don’t stop. Your so good at that, oh god please suck me harder. Push your fingers in just a little more. I’m close to cumming. I grab onto your forearms to warn you that I’m close. You don’t flinch. Your tongue darts in and out of my pussy as I reach down with one hand to furiously rub my clit.  Oh god yes, oh god yes. I’m going to cum. I once told you that I am a squirter, I’m a little nervous if you are ready for it. You look up at me to watch my face as I cum.  Your fingers push deep inside, curling against the front wall of my pussy. You can feel my muscles start to contract as I rub my clit. Oh my god, Oh my god here it is. All of a sudden a warm rush of liquid hits your fingers. You pull them out and stick your face between my legs, lapping and sucking my juices.

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I lay back on the deck, I can't move. I can't talk. I can't do anything. That was amazing.Â

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The next thing I know your splashing me with water. I sit up, look around. Oh my god did I fall asleep? No, you said it was only out for a minute. I was just really relaxed. I laugh and slip back in the water. We play around for a bit and head back up onto the deck. Grab our drinks and have a smoke.   I don’t even think about putting my clothes back on, its so natural to just hang out with you naked. You ask me what time I would like to head out for dinner.  I turn to look at you with a bit of a scowl on my face.

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“If its ok with you I’d rather stay in”

“No problem at all” you say “I was thinking the same thing”.Â

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You get up from your chair and come sit on mine. Ask me if I would like a little sun tan lotion. I guess it wouldn’t be a bad idea, burnt nipples wouldn’t make for a great end to the weekend. You squeeze the lotion into your hand and start to rub it into my skin. You start at my feet, up my calves and past my knee. I spread my legs a little. Your hands turn into my inner thighs and back out… up the side of my legs and across my belly. You pour more lotion into your hands and rub it along my arms from my fingers to my elbow, squeezing my muscles as you get closer to my shoulders. My nipples are rock hard, my pussy is swollen, begging you to touch me.  I tilt my sunglasses down to look at you.

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“Stop teasing me”.

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You giggle and grab both my breasts in your hands. Full squeeze as you massage lotion on me. Stoping to make sure you rub it onto my nipples. I spread my legs wider. Please don’t stop. Your hands don’t leave my chest. I start to move my hand between my legs but you block it.

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“Uh uh, not yet” you say “Just relax and enjoy”Â

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You lean my chair back so I’m almost laying down flat on the chair. Your hands now moving across my entire body, still not going near my pussy. I close my eyes and wait, hoping you will touch it. By this time my knees are bent and my legs are spread wide open. My pussy is so swollen there is no way you can’t see how badly I want it. God please, please touch me. I feel a cool air, look down to see you gently blowing on it.  AAhhh your driving me absolutely crazy!Â

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“Lets take the rest of the tour” you say

“WHAT” I can barely breathe.

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You grab my hand and lead me into the house. My hand slips out of your as we are both very greasy from the lotion. Its almost difficult to walk my clit is so swollen, my pussy is so wet. As we reach the stairs you move to let me walk up first.  Each time I take a step you swat my ass. Gentle playful swat but firm enough to cause a spark. As we reach the top of the stairs I can see right into your bedroom. I start to move in that direction but you try to veer me away.  That’s it. This time I’m putting my foot down.

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“Get your ass in here now” I say. “You’ve teased me long enough, I need to feel you inside of me”Â

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I grab you and push you into the bedroom. I make you lay on the bed and I straddle you. Now... its my turn. I start with gentle buttefly kisses along your body all the way down to your hips. My hands massaging your cock as I move down further and further. I let saliva drip from my mouth onto the head of your cock as I twist my hands up and down.  Mmmm yes, that it. Know you know what its like to want something and not get it. I want to tease you longer but I want to suck on you even more. I lower my head, brush my hair to the side so you can watch and take you into my mouth. MMmmm god I love this. I love feeling your throbbing cock in my mouth. Running my tongue up and down it, tracing every vein in you as my head moves up and down. Your head is propped up on the pillows watching me. After I have been down for a while I lay on top of you and slide my way up your body. My chest pressing against yours. As I reach the top of you I kiss you. Its been a while, I forgot how good you kissed.

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I straddle your body , reach behind me and grab your cock and guide it into my pussy. With both hands balancing me I sit down on top of you. Oooohhhh yes. I sit there and enjoy it, the full feeling of every inch of you inside of me. So warm, so wet and so full. God I love that. I keep my hands on your chest as I sit back up on my knees, then back down.  Up and down until we have a rhythm going. Your hands move up and grab my breasts. I lean forward and let you play with them in your mouth. I want you to cum inside me. I want to feel you filling me up inside. Oh my god don’t stop, fuck me, fuck me.  Oh god yes. As your hand grab my breasts I ride up and down. You pinch my nipples and squeeze a little harder. I moan a little louder and move a little faster. You can feel my juices dripping onto your balls. I lean back and rest my hands on your upper thighs. You look down and watch, fascinated by the sight of your cock sliding in and out of my pussy.  I reach forward with one hand and rub my clit just a little. Oh god I’m close. Oh my god I’m going to cum again. I want you to cum with me. I lean forward, back so my hair brushes against your face. I lean forward just a little more so you can suck on my nipples again. My clit is grinding hard against your pelvis. You can feel the orgasm building. I sit back down on my knees. I look at you. Â

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“Are you ready” I out of breathe.

“Yes”

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I sit up and move my hips back and forth, back and forth. At the same time we both let out the most amazing sounds as our bodies are thrown into ecstasy. I sit back down on your cock. I can feel the warmth and wetness shooting inside of me. Oh my god this is the best feeling. I lean forward so you can suck on my nipples as I cum. Oh my god. Oh my god. Holy shit this is amazing. Every sensation in my body is on fire. I don’t want to move off of you, I don’t want this feeling to stop. The orgasm is just one big wave that I’m riding as I sit on top of you.  I collapse on top of you.Â

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You hold me for a bit as our breathing tries to calm down. Your cock can still feel the inner walls of my pussy contracting around you. I think I’m still cumming.  Finally I slide off of you and lay next to you. We roll to one side, as you scoot in closer and hold me. I can feel your breathe on the back of my neck.Â

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“We need a shower” you say.

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I look into the master bathroom and see the most amazing glass shower. In my head I’m thinking of how many ways I want to fuck you in there, but my body is telling me I need a few minutes.

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“Let me rest here for a just a minute” I say. “I don’t think I can shower in there without attacking you”

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You laugh. We rest.Â

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And then………….. we shower.

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(Part 2 to follow)