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98,201	Dangerous Obsession Part Two	He was fucking Doris in the morning when I entered with his breakfast tray. Setting it down, I looked for a bed table we had bought when Doris was sick. Then, knowing my duties as his servant, I brought a towel and stood holding it over my arm like a waiter in an upscale restaurant. When they were finished, and after I had cleaned their genitals, I propped up some pillows for him and then set the table and tray over his lap. Doris began to feed him like a baby, but when I turned to leave, he stopped me. "Where do you think you're going, Cooper?" "Well, I..." "Well, nothing. Did I give you permission to leave?" "I'm sorry, sir. May I be excused now, sir?" "No, certainly not. I want to watch you fuck the slut here. Get up, whore, and bend over the bed." Doris got her beautiful ass into position, and I didn't have to be told twice. My cock came to life like I was a teenager, and I shoved it deep into her well-lubricated hole. He began to eat as he watched me fucking her, making comments such as, "Move your ass, slut" or "Let me hear some moaning, bitch." She followed his instructions to the letter, and I blew my load far too quickly. I then performed my duties with the towel and pulled up my pajama bottoms, taking up my waiter's posture again. "Will there be anything else, sir?" Doris had taken her seat again on the edge of the bed, feeding him, and he didn't answer me until he was finished. "In the future, Cooper," speaking in his best snooty voice, while Doris wiped his face with a napkin, "in the future, I will let you know when you can leave; don't ever ask me again, you only speak when spoken to, is that clearly understood, servant?" "Yes, sir. I'm very sorry, sir." "That's better; you can go now and get ready to drive me to school at the usual time. And oh, one more thing; you will be more respectful and bow when addressing me or are excused." "Yes, sir, and thank you, sir," I said, bowing deeply. "May I take the tray now?" He nodded, and I bowed again before leaving the room. It was strange what the lure of sex could do to a man. I had become a lackey to a teenager, who was, for the first time in my life, providing me with regular sex. He knew exactly that and was taking full advantage, treating me like a menial servant in return for letting me have sex with my own wife. Twenty-five years of two, maybe three times a month at the most, with a woman who considered sex a wife's occasional chore. I had become as insane as my wife, and I wondered how long it could last. While we were driving to school, he ordered me to go home and move his computer into his master bedroom and to move my clothing and things out before picking him up at noon. That afternoon when I picked him up, he sat in the back and then told me to drive into the garage when we got home. I did as he asked, using the remote to open and close the door. "Cooper, from now on when we park in the garage, you will open the door for me and salute when I get in or out." I got out and saluted smartly. "Bring my books, Cooper; I shouldn't have to remind you of that." I just realized he had been calling me Cooper, not Sandy, since yesterday. I wondered why, though I do remember some sitcoms where the butler was spoken to by his family name. "I'm sorry, sir. I won't forget that again." I brought the books and caught up with him at the door, where he waited for me to open it. I saluted again, and he nodded royally. Doris greeted him, wearing a skimpy apron over her baby-doll in the kitchen. He was allowing that one additional piece in the kitchen only. She removed the apron, handing it to me, then embracing and kissing him warmly. They walked into the living room, her arm around his shoulder, bending down to kiss him every few steps, as his one hand clutched her ass cheek and the other one of her tits. After taking his books to his master bedroom, I worked in the kitchen, finishing the meal and then set the table in the dining room. The dining room was an ell-shape part of the living room, and I noticed that Doris had already undressed him, and they were now hugging and kissing as he sat watching TV. Next time I walked in, she was on her knees, blowing him, his favorite way of having sex now. After she finished, I did my duty with the towel and then informed him that supper was ready. "Very well," he said in his new snooty tone. Doris fitted a robe on him, after which he took her arm and led her to the table. "What is this, Cooper? Are we having a guest?" I immediately caught on; a servant could not sit at his master's table. "I apologize, sir. Please forgive me." "Well, just see to it that it doesn't happen again." He then looked at me and at Doris's chair. "The madam's chair, Cooper!" I held the chair for her and then his. During all this, Doris gazed at him with that adoring, glazed-over expression. I, for all the world, existed only as a fixture. "I'm sorry, sir. Will there be anything else, sir?" I was then ordered to fill their plates from the bowls and to sprinkle salt and pepper to their liking. He then pointed at a spot behind him, where I was to stand and wait. In the days that followed, Doris insisted that I call her "madam" and serve her even when the boy was at school or working at the grocery store. She would do most of the cooking - because the boy had to be fed properly - but more and more housework became my responsibility. After a few days, there were no more sex for me during the time he was in school. It seemed that he enjoyed watching us doing it, and the twice-daily sessions he allowed me were usually in the morning, noon, or night. One morning around ten, he called and talked to Doris. She listened for a while and said, "Yes, Trevor, exactly as you wish." She put down the phone and looked at me in the overbearing manner she had assumed since becoming the madam. "Come, Cooper, to the master bedroom." "Yes, Doris," I answered, surprised by his change of plans and forgetting my station for a minute. "I beg your pardon, Cooper!" She stared at me, absolutely outraged. "Oh, madam, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me for forgetting my station, madam. I meant no disrespect." "Very well. See that it is never happens again!" I followed her to the bedroom, and she told me to dress her in street clothes. She was in the baby-doll even if the boy wasn't here - he would want it that way. I found the items she asked for, thinking we were going out, and dressed her. "Cooper, the master wishes to reward you for being a loyal servant. Undress me now." I was confused but obeyed. "Yes, madam, as you wish." I was even more confused and soon had her naked again, returning each item where I'd found it. When I was done, she ordered me to lie across the bed on my back. This confused me even more. She crawled on top of me in the opposite position and began sucking on my cock, spreading her thighs around my head. "Perform cunnilingus on your madam, Cooper; it's the master's orders." "Yes, madam," I grasped her ass cheeks and slobbered away, bringing her to a climax twice. For some reason, I had trouble reaching a climax. "Cooper, I order you to ejaculate, now get on with it. I don't have all day!" This, of course, was Trevor's order; she had to make me climax so not to disappoint him. She increased her efforts, and that seemed to do it for me. The feeling came on, and I filled her mouth. She sucked me clean as if Trevor was there and rolled off me, pointing at my mouth. She had kept as much as she could in her mouth and then spat it in mine without making contact, ordering me to swallow. We went to the bathroom, where I sponged her body while she gargled. When done, she informed me that Master Trevor was not coming home for lunch and that I had to pick him up in the afternoon at two o'clock. I picked him up on time, and he got in the back as usual. "Well, Cooper, tell me about your day; was everything satisfactory?" "Yes, sir, it was delightful, and thank you very much, sir. You're so kind." "Oh, well, Cooper, you're a capable servant, and I think it is only proper to reward you." "Oh, thank you very much, sir. It's very kind of you." At this point, I seldom thought much about how absurd my situation had become. I was talking to this boy as if he really were my boss. I was the butler, the valet, the chauffeur, and my wife's servant stud on the insistence of her pretend husband. That's what he'd become since he was the one sleeping with her, while I effectively slept in the servant quarters. I shook my head to clear those thoughts. "Something wrong, Cooper old boy?" He was still trying to affect a British accent. "Ah, no, sir, just thinking of how lucky I am to be serving my master and madam; it's like a dream, sir." Somehow, from a sexual point of view, I meant that, and he knew exactly what I meant. "Yes, my lady is a good woman; I'm proud of her, very proud." "Just one thing, sir, I didn't think you allowed us doing it face to face like that." "Oh, well, Cooper, it wasn't really face to face, was it?" He laughed. "You didn't touch her breasts, did you?""Oh no, sir, I know my place." He never used four-letter words or dirty names when we were alone like he did in Doris's company. With me, of course, it didn't have the same shock value. I wondered what he would come up with next. That evening, as soon as he got comfortable in the living room, he informed Doris that he wanted to make some changes to her use of language. She had undressed him already and was on her knees fondling his genitals, getting ready to blow him. "For example, what is this, Doris?" he said, pointing at his penis. "Why, Trevor, my dear, it's your penis, of course," she answered, looking at him a bit confused. "No, it's not, you slut. It's my cock!" "Oh, but Trevor, dear, a lady does not talk like that." He looked at her with anger in his eyes and grasped her by the shoulders, shaking her. "It's my cock, you whore, now say 'cock'! Say it!" "Oh, Trevor, oh, Trevor, please don't yell at me. It's... it's your... cock." The word came out at a bare whisper. "Louder, slut, say it out loud!" She said the word fairly loud in a tearful voice. "That's better. Now, what does that make you when you suck me off?" "I'm a cock-sucker, Trevor. I'm your slut, cock-sucking whore." The words came out clear and sincere, while her facial expression changed to her usual devoted: "I understand what you need, Trevor" look. "That's much better, Doris," he said, smiling sweetly, and then, grasping her head, he kissed her warmly. "Now, get across my lap." There was a look of total confusion on her face, but she assumed the position he demanded. He groped her large ass cheeks for a few minutes without speaking. Then, suddenly, he smacked her hard ten times on alternate cheeks. "From now on, Doris, when I tell you to use a certain word, you'll do it instantly. You can thank me now for correcting your bad manners." "Thank you, Trevor, I'll be good from now on, I promise." "What did I just do, Doris?" "Spank my behind, Trevor." "Behind? What kind of word is that? You want another spanking?" "Ass, Trevor, you spanked my ass. I'm sorry, Trevor." He ordered her back down on her knees and grasped her head, kissing her sweetly. "That's a good girl, Doris. Now, what are you going to do for me?" "Suck your cock, Trevor, and swallow your cum." "Which makes you a what, Doris?" "A cock-sucking, slutty whore, Trevor; I love sucking your cock." He leaned back on the couch and motioned for her to begin. He looked my way, as I stood with the towel at the ready, giving me a snooty 'very good, Cooper' nod, and then closed his eyes, enjoying his blowjob. He had now changed his tactics; it was no longer necessary for him to use the headache routine. He was in full control of Doris and, by extension, me. The spanking scene had, for some reason, turned me on, and a bulge developed in my pants, which wouldn't go away. I used my towel after she was done to clean him and also her face, and then stood awaiting further orders. "Ah, I see you are turned on, old man. You're a good servant, so I'm going to get you some relief." He ordered Doris up on the couch next to him and me on my knees on the floor. He made her bring her knees way up and then told her to ask me to do what to her. She raised her nose in the air, using her madam tone. "Cooper, eat my cunt and fuck-and-well get my rocks off, or else!" She turned her head towards her young master for approval, and he kissed her as I buried my face in her vagina. I could sense his head near me, watching my licking closely. Then I could hear them kissing and him whispering to her for a while. Then she started to moan and talk. "Ooh, you cunt-eating bastard. Ooh, fuck, I love getting my cunt licked, Trevor. Cooper is such a good cunt-eating servant, isn't he, Trevor? Ooooh, do you want me to reward him and suck his cock after, Trevor? Ooooh." Her thighs at this point wrapped around my head and then spread again repeatedly while she moaned her climax. Up to this point, he did not perform oral sex on her, leaving that part to me. They were kissing passionately as I toweled her vagina. He finally looked at me and then whispered in Doris's ear. "Drop your pants, Cooper," she said then in her snobby tone. "I want to see your cock." I did as ordered and waited while they kissed again. "I'm insulted, Cooper," she said, looking at me again. "Here I'm naked, and your cock is only semi-hard. Jerk the fucking thing and get it hard. I'm not sucking on a limp cock!" Hearing my wife talk like that brought my cock to attention in just a few strokes. They kissed again, and after a minute or so, she eyed me again. "That's more like it, Cooper, come here then so I can suck the fucking thing." She moved to the edge of the couch and proceeded to suck me off. I didn't take long before I began to groan. I blew my load in her mouth as she moved back while jerking my cock with her hand, splattering her face and neck. Some then poured out of her mouth, falling on her tits. She then swallowed my knob again, sucking the remainder, and let it pour out of her mouth, while he watched intensely. I picked up the towel and prepared to clean her face when he interrupted me. "Cooper," he said in a deliberate tone. "Lick her face, neck, and tits clean. Be very careful to swallow every drop, Cooper." I knelt again, licking and eating my own semen. He checked her over carefully, making sure that all the gobs were gone. "Now, open your mouth wide, Cooper." She brought her lips to mine and then spit in my mouth several times. I was then told to make swallowing motions. After I used the towel to dry her off, he dismissed me as he reached for the remote. I pulled up my pants and bowed, turning to leave. "Oh, Cooper," Doris said in her overbearing manner. "You may start supper; you'll see the meat on the counter thawing." "Yes, madam," I said, bowing deeply to my - effectively now - ex-wife. The following day, the titles changed; I was now to address him as 'milord' and Doris as 'milady'. Not only that, but they began to refer to each other as husband and wife. I was informed that my marriage had never existed and that they were man and wife. I was certain that Doris had lost it completely, and I recalled now that several of her family members, including her mother, had ended up in mental institutions. I questioned my own sanity, but didn't see any way out of it, and who would believe me? I began to think again that he was some kind of alien, not only because of the power he held over Doris and, through her, me, but also his stamina; he climaxed usually about fifteen times a day, ejecting gobs and gobs of the stuff. Sometimes on her face, which she was usually required to swallow, unless he decided that I should lick it off. There were also the amounts leaking out of her vagina when I cleaned it. I had never read up on such things, so maybe it was normal with a few exceptional men. I used to read up on flying saucers many years ago, but eventually figured that it was all fiction done to make money from writing those books. Now I began to wonder about it again. He began spanking her every time they had sex, whether or not she had done anything wrong. She seemed to thrive on it, presenting her rear end to him willingly, and after a while, because he enjoyed it, began begging him to be spanked. My sessions increased after a few more days to three times a day and then to four. That, for me, was at my limit, which he soon sensed and used me accordingly for his voyeur pleasures. I assumed it had come from his watching porn on the net. There was no end to the positions he would try when fucking Doris, some of them very demanding for a woman of her age. She never complained, however, taking up every position asked of her with the same adoring, understanding expression. The most surprising result of all of this was Doris having orgasms, starting the first time he made me eat her out. Not only that, incredibly, she seemed to be multi-orgasmic now, unless she was faking it for his benefit. She had always been straight as a die, though, and deceit was foreign to her nature; there had never been an actress in her personality. So I concluded that my wife had been a closet nymph all her life, with her true nature suppressed by her, by now, former fundamentalist religious beliefs. In the next few months, his sexual desires became more bizarre by the day. He ordered me to buy various items at a sex shop, such as a vibrator, handcuffs, and some restraining devices. An empty room in the basement next to my workshop was turned into a dungeon. He would tell me what he wanted, and I worked sometimes for days building a pillory, for example. That item had to be made to measure so that when Doris was bent over and clamped in, he could stand and have her blow him. He would keep Doris sometimes for an hour or more bent over in the pillory, for example, and then have me eat or fuck her while she blew him; she would then be left alone in total darkness for maybe an hour before he would order me to release her. Doris never wavered in her devotion to him, no matter how he treated her physically or with coarse language. She was totally devoted to his desires, and I no longer believed that it had anything to do with saving him from self-abuse. She was purely and simply infatuated. This lasted four months. One day, he called from school and told her that he would get someone to take him home that day, he had something to do. He didn't come home that night, but he did call the next day. She cried on the phone; I don't know what he told her, but she kept saying how much she loved him and that she couldn't live without him. After about ten minutes on the phone, she suddenly ordered me on my knees as she brought hers up. She was in the baby-dolls with no panties because she was sure he would be back. She then ordered me to eat her out, holding the phone to my ear."Let me hear you slobber in her cunt, old man," he said, and I began slurping loudly in her cunt as she began to moan. He called three more times that day, and each time I would eat her out or she would blow me with exaggerated sound effects. The next day, he called maybe eight times, demanding to hear oral sex or doggie style with her holding the phone near her cunt. On the third day, he called three times and then said he was coming home.	3
98,354	The Breakup Part 3	He opened the door, and Joan the waitress walked in the room without hesitation. She arched an eyebrow as she examined him standing there in only a pair of gym shorts. "My, my, honey, looks like you're ready to get down to business," she said with a laugh. "No, ah, I didn't think you would, ah, glad you did," he stammered out, realizing he sounded like an idiot. She waved him off and strolled into the room, looking around. She had on an old jean jacket, some sort of loose white tank top, and a short jean skirt. He noticed that she still had on her waitress shoes. "Nice room, I work here but have never been in one," she said as she looked about the room. She took off her jacket, laid it on a chair, and moved to the bed. She looked over the messy bed, then turned to him and said with a smile, "I see you've been a busy boy already." "Ah, what do, ah, you mean?" he replied as he looked for a t-shirt. "Now, honey, don't bother with no shirt, I like looking at ya," she said with a big grin. "Now, don't tell me, let me figure this here bed thing out." She said with a big smile. She was really enjoying herself. "Now, let's go over the possibilities of who you've been banging in this bed here." She walked over to the table and sat down. "Now, before I dazzle you with my brilliance as a detective, how about giving a poor girl a drink from that fine bottle of scotch you got there?" she said in a matter-of-fact voice. "Why, of course, how rude of me," he replied with exaggerated courtesy and a slight bow. He put ice in two glasses and filled them halfway from his bottle of Glenlivet. He made an obvious look at the door, checking the locks, handed her a glass, and sat down. "Thank you, hon, and don't worry, nobody's gonna come busting in here," she said in a flat tone. He felt a bit embarrassed but pushed that aside, can't let her get the upper hand, and replied in a flat voice as he looked her in the eye, "One can't be too careful." She nodded her head, took a good drink of the scotch, and said, "I understand completely, no offence meant. Now, let me do the math on who was in that bed with you. Wife? No, it's much too late for her to not be here. If it was early, she could be at the spa, but then time would be limited, and you'd have jumped me by now." He smiled and said, "No wife." She wagged a finger at him and continued, "No help now. Girlfriend? No, a girlfriend would definitely be here. Sure wouldn't have let you go to the bar trolling for more pussy!" He smiled and said, "No, a girlfriend." She snapped back, "Now, hold on there, buster, and watch your tongue!" Somewhat chastened, he said, "I'm sorry, please continue with your fascinating analysis." She took another sip of the scotch and continued. "It's a bit too early for whores anyway, so that only leaves one possibility. You fucked your best friend's wife!" she said triumphantly. He must have looked surprised because she laughed and said, "I nailed it! Or should I say, you nailed it! From the looks of that bed, you two did some real fuckin', and she's gone and not coming back, so she had to be somewhere. I love it! You fucked your best friend's wife! Hey, how was it? How many times did you cum?" He leaned back in his chair and contemplated this interesting woman across the table from him. She sat there with a big smile on her triumphant and very nice-looking face. Her white top wasn't really a tank top; it was more of an old-style peasant top, well-filled at the top and hanging loose at the bottom. He said, "He's not my best friend." "But he is a friend," she replied. "Yes, they both are, and it was more like she fucked me," he said in a defensive voice. She waved him off and said, "Oh, don't get all whiny about it, friends should fuck more, and it looks like you two fucked good. How many times did you cum?" He held up two fingers. With a look of concern, she asked, "Do you think you got one left in ya for me?" He looked her up and down and said, "I think if we work at it, we can get 'er done." They both laughed, clinked glasses, and took a long drink. "Are you a whore?" As soon as it came out of his mouth, he felt a bit uncomfortable, but she gave no sign of offense. "No, not anymore. I'm just a horny old broad who saw you hittin' on the bar gal, so I said to myself, 'Joan, do yourself and the bar gal a favor and fuck this guy.'" "Not anymore?" he asked. Joan took a breath and said, "I always thought of myself as a stripper first and a whore as a side line. I was a damn good stripper too, had a killer body, but once you get too deep into your forties, no place will let you strip. Here, let me give you an idea of what I looked like." She reached into her bag and pulled out a smartphone, brought up a picture, and handed it to him. It was a picture of a young couple on a beach with two kids. The young woman was about 30 and in a bikini that didn't hide much. "Very nice," he said. "That's my daughter. I think my ass was a bit better than hers, but don't you ever say I said that." "Your secret is safe with me," he replied, handing the phone back to her. "She's a stripper in Vegas, although she says she's in a show and is not a stripper. Plus, she doesn't get completely naked like I did." "Does she do whore stuff too?" he asked. She looked a bit defensive and shifted in her chair. "No, she's a good wife and mother. She performs in a show like many other young women in show business. No, she doesn't whore." He got up to get more ice and to freshen up their drinks. When he came back, she reached up and put her fingers in the waistband of his gym shorts and said with a smile, "Let's see what you got." She pulled his shorts down and looked approvingly at his cock. She lifted it and moved it from side to side, inspecting it with a professional eye. "I've seen bigger, but also smaller, so all in all, not bad," she said as she nodded with approval. "I'm glad I meet your approval. Now, let's see what this ex-stripper and ex-whore has to offer," he said as he reached down and pulled her to her feet. He moved his hands up under her peasant blouse and cupped her very nice tits. She raised her arms, and he pulled off her top. Her tits were good size and were natural. He could tell because they sagged as tits should on a woman of a certain age. A quick wiggle, and the jean skirt hit the floor. She had no panties. She stepped out of her waitress shoes and did a few moves, turning 360 degrees and putting her hands on her hips. She smiled and said, "What do ya think? Not bad for a 48-year-old stripper, ah?" He had to agree, not bad at all. He felt his cock start to fill and straighten. He liked being naked with this gal. He felt good with her; she seemed so real. He knew he could say anything to her, ask her anything. She looked at his growing cock and said, "I see you do like what you see, I'm glad because I feel the same way." He smiled, reached out to stroke her pussy, and asked, "How come so much fur down here?" She gave him a sly grin and replied, "I've been in retirement and saw no need to wax or shave, but that may change soon." She began stroking his now quite firm cock, and his fingers explored her bush. He was pleasantly surprised that his old stripper-whore was wet. His finger entered her, and she moaned. He was very hard now and began walking her to the bed. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide. He crawled up between her legs, got her positioned just right, and made ready to enter her. She put her hands on his sides and began rubbing up and down. Her mouth was open, forming a little O. Her eyes were also open and looking directly into his open eyes. He liked that. The head of his cock was at her pussy. She shifted a little and pushed out as he was pushing in. She was wet, and his cock was wet with pre-cum. He slid right in. She made a sucking sound as he went in deeper. She felt so good! He looked her in the eye and said, "Joan, you feel so damn good!" She rubbed her hands up and down his back and lifted her legs, saying, "Oh, Eric, your dick feels so good in me! I love fucking, I love being fucked." He was on his elbows above her, and he began fucking her harder. She thrust up to meet his cock coming in. The impact pushed her body forward and made her tits jiggle. He liked that and smiled. She smiled. He leaned down and kissed her passionately. She kissed him back no less passionately. Their tongues met and went deep in the other's mouth. He hugged her tight, and she wrapped her legs around his ass. They hugged and kissed as they fucked furiously. He stopped and pulled away, his cock coming out of her pussy. He could keep fucking and wasn't about to cum; he just wanted to look at her, touch her, and explore other areas. They looked at each other, kissed, and made little purring sounds. Their fingers touched and traced all over their bodies. "Joan, dear, would you get on top?" he asked. "Oh, Eric, I thought you'd never ask."She quickly straddled him, grabbed his cock, and placed it at her pussy. She slowly lowered herself down, keeping her fingers around his cock until it was completely in her. As he watched his cock disappearing into her cunt, he grabbed her hips. When she pulled her hand away, he pulled down and thrust up hard. He could feel his cock pressing against her cervix. Her back arched, and she threw her head back. "Oh God, you feel so good! Damn, you're deep! Oh, I love fucking!" she cried out. As she leaned forward, he ground her hips back and forth. He yelled out, "I love fucking! You're a great fuck! Damn it, Joan, you're a great fuck!" She leaned over him with her ample breasts swaying with the movement of their fucking. He reached up and sucked a nipple into his mouth, his tongue and teeth teasing the little hard piece of flesh. He ran his hand down to her ass and felt his slick cock going in and out of her wet cunt. He switched to her other breast and sucked furiously. He wanted to eat her. He had to eat her. He pushed her up and said, "Sit on my face." She looked at him with the look of a woman deep in sex and said, "Oh, Eric, I want you to eat me so bad, but I'm so hairy now. Later, I'll shave. I'll..." "I need to eat you, Joan!" he said, and with both hands on her ass, he pulled himself down, his cock popping out of her pussy. He was not quite there, so he pushed more, and she reluctantly wiggled forward. There she was, that wonderful hairy pussy was right at his nose. He licked and tasted her. She was like a fine vintage with a little spice. He rubbed his face in her and ran his hands up to her breasts. His tongue circled and flicked her clitoris. She fell forward onto all fours. She moaned, "Oh God, I'm cumming. Oh, yeah, I'm cumming!" "Oh, yes! Yes! Oh, it's big! Damn, it's all over! Ohhhhhh, yaaaahoooow!" He spun out from under her, got to his knees, and grabbed her hips. Her head was down on the bed, and she was moaning loudly. He grabbed his cock, quickly adjusted, and plunged it into her hot, wet, cum-filled pussy. She let out a long "Ohhhh." He held her hips firmly, his face taking on a twisted look as every muscle tensed. He began fucking her very hard and with great abandon. She stretched out her arms to brace herself and pushed back. The sound of slapping filled the room. "Fuck me hard!" came out of her as they slapped together. Either her cunt was squeezing his cock or his cock was swelling, or maybe both. He was going to cum, and cum big. He kept pounding her. He exploded in her and yelled out something, he didn't know what. Again and again and again, then it stopped, but he still kept fucking her. He slowed and finally they fell forward and virtually passed out. They lay there for quite a while, just breathing deeply and feeling the force of the cum gradually recede. She rolled over on her back, and he moved close, laying half on top of her. They felt very comfortable together. Eventually, he moved his hand and began trying to get her pussy hairs out of his mouth. She kissed him and then pulled a hair from her mouth. She laughed and said, "I told you to wait, that I was hairy, now you've got a mouth full of fur." He took on a wounded look and said, "So you didn't like my eating you?" She gave him a playful shove and said, "Oh, stop! You know I loved it; it's just when I'm trimmed, it's better for you." Still adopting the sorrowful look, he said, "But I love eating your furry cunt, it adds to the flavor." He then spit out several hairs. She playfully shoved him again and said, "You can't fool me, boy! I know from long experience that a hairy cunt is not a fun cunt." They kissed and smiled at each other. He felt very relaxed with her. He moved his hand to her left breast and began to trace her nipple. He took a breath and said, "Joan, dear, is it my imagination or has your 'I'm just a good ol' country girl' accent disappeared?" She gave a little laugh and said, "Eric, dear, I guess it is what one would call a situational accent. When I'm waiting tables or...well, it just seems to fit. I don't even know I've slipped into it." She sat up and turned around to face him and said, "I am so glad you came to the bar; I really needed that. Even for an old sex addict like me, that was so good." With that, she got out of the bed. She walked to the bathroom, leaving him a bit annoyed that she had left. In fact, he was becoming very annoyed that she was leaving. He liked her; he didn't know why, he just did, and he didn't want her to go. "Is an electric razor all you have?" He was a bit startled and replied, "What?" "Razor, electric, do you have a blade razor and shave stuff?" "Ah, no, all I have is the electric. Why?" She walked out of the bathroom holding his razor and a towel. She walked to the bed and dropped them on his stomach, turned, and walked to the table and mixed two glasses of scotch. He picked up the towel and razor and asked, "What am I going to do with this?" She walked to the bed, handed him a drink, and said, "Shave my pussy." "What! Shave your pussy? With this?" She put one hand on her hip, took a drink, and said, "Yes, Eric, dear, you have gotten me off the sidelines and back in the game. Now I need you to shave my pussy so the next time you eat it, we will both be able to fully enjoy the experience and not be pulling pubes from between your teeth. Plus, when we kiss afterward, I love that taste of my cunt juice, but a mouth full of pubes takes the edge off a bit, don't you agree?" He sipped his drink and shook his head in the affirmative; her logic was irrefutable. They positioned themselves on the bed. Eric with his back against the headboard and Joan propped up on pillows. Their legs crossed, with his cock about a foot from her hairy snatch. They had placed the towel under their crotches. He popped out the trimmer and began to work on her bush. They talked, laughed, and sipped scotch as he trimmed her snatch. He told her about his divorce, the sexual tigress Sara, and being thrown out of the room and into the hall naked. They both laughed until she said, "Careful, that's my cunt you're trimming!" She told him about her three marriages. The first when she was young and stupid, the second to the father of her three kids, two boys and a girl. She loved George, but she also kept stripping and doing a little whoring now and then. "You know what ended it?" she asked. "Your whoring?" She laughed and said, "You would think so, but no. I caught him fucking a neighbor in our bed! I absolutely lost it. Me! The stripper, the whore, the sex addict! I couldn't take being cheated on in my own bed." "What about number three?" "Oh, that bum? You would think I would have learned something, but no. We, I owned a club together for about a year, then I ditched him and the club and headed here." "You owned a strip club? I would think that would be right up your alley." "Stripping is a lot more fun that owning. Everyone steals from you, the girls are all nuts and totally unreliable. I mean, don't these kids have any work ethic these days?" "Do you ski?" "Why do you think I came here to Park City?" "Do you plan to stay here?" "Yes, I'm planning to open a little shop and sell sex toys." He thought about that as he finished shaving her pussy. The electric did a fairly good job. He stroked around her cunt, feeling the newly shaved snatch. "I don't think a sex shop is a good idea here," he says. "A better idea might be a high-end lingerie shop, that way men will come in to buy wives and girlfriends very expensive items. I think a sex shop has a more limited appeal. Upscale women may not go to a sex shop to get a dildo or lotions, but they would love a very high-end lingerie store where they can find hot, sexy items to wear for their latest lover. They will gladly drop big bucks to look hot and have another woman tell them how hot they are, plus slip them some hot lotion on the side." Her eyes lit up, and she said, "I like that idea. Yes, lingerie shop, with a few toys under the counter for the adventurous. Yes, an excellent idea, Eric!" She leans forward and inspects her newly shaved pussy and said, "Eric, you can have the pussy shaving concession." He removed the towel and inspected his work; yes, not bad at all. As he strokes her newly clean cunt, he detects a bit of wetness. "What have we here?" he says dramatically. "Oh, I don't know, but I see something coming up," was her sly reply. His fingers gently push her pussy lips apart and slip in. "I think we need to take this for a test drive," he says. She pulls the pillow out and slides back on the bed, her legs spread wide. He tips forward and puts his face in her snatch, his tongue greedily licking the nice, smooth pussy. Joan was surprised at how aroused she had become. His tongue quickly brought her to the brink. "Oh, my God, Eric, I'm almost cumming. Oh, fuck me, please fuck me now," she almost shouted. He slid up her body and kissed her as his cock went deep into her hot, wet cunt. He started fucking her hard. She matched him and was soon crying out, "Ohhhhh, Godddddd!" She clamped hard on his cock. He pulled out and flipped her over, grabbed her hips, and pulled her ass up and jammed his wet cock in deep. She shuddered and cried out. He pushed her forward, his cock popping out of her cunt. He licked his fingers and wet her ass. He wanted her ass. He moved forward and positioned his hard cock at her ass. She stiffened and pushed back. He pushed forward, and she opened. The head of his cock entered her ass. They both moaned. He said, "I'm going to fuck your ass hard." She replied, "Yes, fuck it hard! Oh, God, I love being fucked in the ass." He plugged in deep and began fucking her ass hard, in and out, harder. He reached for her clitoris and squeezed it as it bulged from his cock in her ass. His testicles tightened, and he knew he was ready to cum. He felt her cumming, and she was yelling.He came very hard and yelled harder. He kept fucking her ass, and his cum squirted out with each thrust. They finally collapsed on the bed. The morning sunlight fills the room. Eric stretches and realizes that his dick is very hard. He looks at Joan, who is lying next to him on her back and snoring lightly. He gently pulls the covers off and spreads her legs just enough to get in between. She stirs a bit but appears to still be asleep. He positions himself over her, pre-cum oozing from his dick. He moves forward and begins gently rubbing the wet head of his cock against her smooth cunt. She stirs and moans a bit. He pushes a little more and begins to enter. She moves her legs wider apart. He is moving in and out, getting deeper each time. She wakes with a startled shake and cries, "Oh, it's you! Are you fucking me?" He pushes in more and says, "I woke with the big hard-on, and it seemed a shame to waste it. Do you want some coffee or tea?" She stretched out her arms and legs, gave a big yawn, then let them flop on the bed. "No, that's OK, just keep fucking me." Eric took a big sip of his scotch and pushed the recline button on his window seat. He liked the sound of aircraft engines. He looked out the window at the mountains passing below. The best laid plans of mice and men. He shook his head and laughed to himself. He had this wonderful plan - come out to Park City, fuck Sara, ski, fuck her some more, then dump her. It was a neat little revenge plan; she dumped him and now wanted to get back together, but on her terms. It was always her terms. He sipped the scotch again as he thumbed through the business plan for Joan's lingerie shop, Sally Ann's Intimates of Park City and London. He wasn't sure if saying a store existed in London when it didn't was a good idea or even legal, but it did sound good. The best laid plans - well, he did lay Sara, but revenge? She did throw him into the hall naked, so was that her revenge or was fucking her his? Weighty questions to be sure. But then, what? Life took over from planning? Susan, the wife of his friend Mike, had made a play for him, and well, he fucked her. No doubt about it, she was a damn good fuck. He knew they would fuck again. He was not sure how he was going to handle that, but time would tell. And then there was Joan. Fate, blind luck, or was he a sucker? Once again, time would tell. They had spent the last two days reviewing her business plan. He could still hardly believe she had one. She was a surprise a minute. They even looked at locations. He had been toying with moving to Park City; now he was flying back to wrap up things back East and head West. Oh, and Karla, Susan's friend. They had skied for a few hours yesterday while Joan worked. Interesting. He finished his scotch and asked the flight attendant for another. My, my, this new chapter in his life promised to be very interesting. He took a large drink, looked out the window at the snow-capped mountains, and thought, "One door closes, and another - or maybe two or three or four - open. Very interesting indeed."	4
98,371	ADDICTED TO CUM	Hello, my name is Missy and I am a 36-year-old married white male who is also a feminine sissy cum slut. I am addicted to cum; I love it, need it, and crave it. I have been like this all my life and cannot imagine my life any other way. I was raised in a wonderful home, a home free of any inhibitions or limits. My story really begins from the very beginning, when I was a baby. My parents told me how it all started, and now I will tell you. One fateful day, my mom was nursing me in the living room. My mom is submissive to my father, and he requires her to be nude when at home. My mom was in the living room with me resting at her chest as I nursed. Being less than a year old, I sucked my mother's nipple, swallowing the nurturing liquid lazily. My father came home from work in the early evening. "Honey, I'm home! Oh, there you are," he said, seeing us in the living room as he hung up his coat. He quickly crossed the room, smiling and taking in the sight of his hot wife and child together. Dad gave mom a kiss and gently fondled her free breast. "I missed you, dear." Mom reached up her free hand and pressed firmly against the crotch of his dress slacks. "I missed you too," she replied. Dad moaned softly as he continued to caress the breast in his hand, "How was your day?" he asked while he began to massage the nipple gently. "Oh, it was just fine. Our little bundle of joy has been a handful, of course. I'm just glad you're finally home," she said, pressing even more firmly against his pants. Dad now slowly caressed the outline of her breast, slowly tracing the underside. My dad's breathing began to increase with desire from my mother's manipulation. "I see that he is kind of feeding at the moment, not really too hungry though, huh?" he said, acknowledging my suckling lips. My father smiled, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, then pulled down his underwear, freeing his hard cock. Mom licked her lips in anticipation. Dad looked down and ordered her to suck his cock. "Sir, now? In front of the baby?" She asked. "Suck me, now slut," He ordered again, this time pulling her head forward towards him. Mom obediently opened her mouth to accept the hard mushroom head between her lips. While still holding my nursing body in one hand and moving her head, bobbing up and down on my father's long hard cock, she expertly sucked, making sure to do a good job and use her tongue. "OOOH yes, that is it, I'm going to...I'm going to..." But just as he was about to cum, I accidentally got pulled off of my mother's nipple from all the motion, and this distracted my mom, and she pulled her head off dad's cock to look down at me crying for more milk. Dad, still in the heights of his climax, began to shoot spurt after spurt of cum. It landed on my mother's face and all over her breasts, including the nipple that I was just nursing on. Without really even thinking, my mom pressed my crying body against her cum-covered breast, and my searching mouth once again found the succulent nipple. I began nursing again, using my tongue to lick the nipple, encouraging more milk to enter my mouth, but I was also rewarded with a new taste. A large pool of my father's cum had landed on the nipple and was mixing with my mother's milk. "Oh my," my mother said as I began to feed even harder, trying to get more of the yummy taste. Coming down from the throws of orgasm, my father looked down at his lovely cum-covered wife and noticed that I was feeding from her cum-covered breast/nipple. "That is really hot looking. Wow, look at him feed. It is like he really likes the cum," Dad said jokingly. "Oh, you kid too much," she said, slapping him softly as he pulled up his pants. Looking more closely, mom began to wonder if it might be true, as I continued to suckle her nipple harder, trying to get more yummy tastes. "No, it couldn't be, he's just very hungry," my mom said. "I don't know, I saw that he was not feeding that hard when I got home, and now look at him," Dad said as he buttoned his pants. "Maybe he takes after his mother, in that he is a cum slut," He said jokingly. "Here, let's test the theory." Mom then pulled me from her nipple, and then dad scooped a large glob of cum from mom's upper breast and put it to my little infant lips. I immediately began sucking on the fingertip and, after tasting the yummy liquid once again, I hungrily increased my sucking on my father's finger, cleaning it from any traces of cum. "Wow, he really likes it, yup, a natural cum slut, just like his mom." Mom playfully slapped dad again, laughing. Mom put me back to her breasts and let me continue to nurse. Time went by, and it was about another year before I received my second taste of cum. From what I was told by my parents, it was during a party they were having with some friends. My mom was dressed in only a pair of white lacy panties and her collar. Her panties were so sheer that you could clearly see her smooth pussy through the lacy fabric. My father wore his formal domination outfit of black leather chaps and a leather vest. He wore nothing else. His cock swung freely as he moved about the room. My mother was tethered by her collar at the front door. She was publicly exposed every time the doorbell rang. As she answered the door, she made sure to follow instructions and hold it wide open to allow maximum exposure time of her naked body for anyone and everyone to see. She happily greeted the guests as they arrived, a few of them kissing her hello and giving her a caress on her breasts or ass, some even inserting a finger or two into her wet, slutty pussy, fingering her for a few moments before moving on. As the party progressed into the late night, everyone was enjoying the festivities. Many of the women were tied up, being spanked, or servicing whoever they were ordered. I was asleep in my crib that rested in my parents' bedroom, oblivious of the surrounding activities such as spanking, flogging, or the constant moaning sounds that were coming from all around the house. As the night continued through the late/early hours, my father went to go check on me. As he entered the master bedroom, he surveyed the room and was not at all surprised by the gangbanging orgy that was in progress. My mother was on the bed with 3 guys. My mother was riding on top of one guy and bouncing hard up and down on his bare cock. In her mouth was another cock that she sucked on eagerly. In both of her hands, she was jerking off 2 cocks. My dad saw that there were a lot of other guys in the room just watching, realizing that they must be either waiting their turn or having already used his slut, he looked over to the side of the bed where my crib was at and saw that one of the guys had his cock in my little mouth. Enraged at first, my father quickly walked over to the crib and was prepared to kill the bastard that was feeding his little baby his cock. However, after getting a closer look, my father was surprised to see not terror or see me crying. Instead, what he saw was the excited look on my face as my little tongue licked the tip of the cock that was pressing between my little lips.My father began to get turned on, feeling his own cock harden. The guy looked away from the scene of my slutty mom getting fucked on the bed and realized that someone was standing next to him. As he continued to feed his cock to my baby mouth, he asked, "Do you want a go at this little slut after I'm done with him?" My dad suddenly snapped out of his thoughts for a moment, and he said, "Yes, use her good, and then I will be happy to give her another feeding." The guy smiled and continued to rock his hips back and forth, making the tip of his cock slide between my little lips. He moaned loudly, and I felt the tip of his cock jerk in my mouth as his hot liquid began to shoot his cum, filling my mouth quickly. I began to nurse and swallow. I was once again getting to taste that yummy liquid that I had sampled only a year ago. I increased my sucking and swallowing of the tip of his cock. "Whoa, man, this little tyke has really started to suck me now that he is swallowing my load. Wow, he must really like it." My dad smiled and watched proudly as his new little slut was fed a load of cum. "Yes, she is a natural cum slut." The guy pulls his cock out of my mouth, and my father steps forward and puts his cock to my little lips. I immediately begin to suck on the tip, and he pushes his cock into my mouth, but can only fit a little past the big mushroom head. My father then begins to move his cock back and forth between my tightly sealed lips, fucking my little 2-year-old face. He quickly grunts and begins to fill my mouth as well. I hungrily swallow his load, savoring the yummy taste of his liquid. I quickly fall asleep with my dad's cock still in my mouth. He slowly pulls his cock out, and then the party continued and eventually died down, and everyone left. From what my father tells me, that was also the night that he decided to raise me as his sissy cum slut submissive. After all, since I was such a naturally hungry cum slut, feeding on his and another guy's cum, he would treat and raise me that way. So he began transforming me into his sissy daughter slut. My dad would often feed me his cock before laying me down for bed, allowing me to drink the yummy hot liquid directly from the tip and fall asleep with his cock between my little infant lips. As time progressed further, I was started on formula, and my dad made sure to give me an extra ingredient of his seed by jerking off into my bottle. On my third birthday, I received my very first frilly dress. My parents had begun only buying girl outfits for me shortly after my father made the decision to make me his slut, and they also chose to name me Missy and call me a girl, referring to me as she and her when speaking about me. When the time came that I no longer drank from bottles and moved onto regular food, my dad found that the single feeding of cum at bedtime was just not enough, since he was no longer putting his seed in my bottles throughout the day. Often times, we would all be sitting in the living room, me on the floor playing with my toys. I would just crawl over to where my dad was sitting. I would reach out for his crotch and begin to cry. My mom would look over at us, just as my dad would lift me up onto the couch and put my head in his lap. He would then open his pants or robe, exposing his hardening cock. He would place the tip to my lips, and I would immediately begin to suck and calm down. They would then go back to watching TV as I hungrily sucked on my father's cock, eventually receiving a load of yummy cum into my young childish mouth. One of my earliest memories that I can recall was a time when I was about 4 years old, we went out to the mall, and we were there for a long time. Well, around lunchtime, I got a really big craving for the yummy liquid, and I cried for what seemed like forever, until my mom finally realized what was wrong. Plenty of people were looking and watching us with the screaming/crying toddler in the middle of the mall. "She needs a feeding," my mom tells my dad. "Yeah, well, we are not at home," dad replies. "Oh, just go take her into the bathroom and give her what she needs." My dad was a little shocked, but nodded and took me into the men's bathroom. He positioned my stroller just right to allow room enough to maneuver around, he then opened his pants, and I stopped crying the moment I saw the large cock dangle in front of me. He straddled the stroller, putting his cock directly in front of my face, and I opened my mouth, taking the head and a little bit of the shaft into my small mouth. I then sucked hungrily. My dad was really into it, moving his hips as he fed me his cock. However, just as he was shooting his cum into my little mouth, the door opened, and in walked an elderly gentleman. He quickly came to grasp the situation that my dad was getting a blowjob from this little girl sitting in the stroller. My dad looked at him as he finished shooting the last of his cum into my mouth. The elderly guy smiled and asked if he could have a chance, my dad nodded, and moved out of the way, pulling up his pants. The older guy then took his place, straddling the stroller just as my daddy had done. He then pulled out his very large cock that was already hard. He pressed the tip to my lips, and I opened my mouth and sucked. He was only able to just barely fit the tip into my wide-stretched mouth, he jerked his cock as my lips sucked, and sucked, he began to shoot his load into my 4-year-old mouth, and a little began to dribble out the sides as the load was too much. I swallowed as much as I could, but just couldn't keep up with it. He pulled the tip of his cock out and wiped it against my lips and thanked my dad, ensuring his silence. My dad then left the bathroom without even bothering to clean up the little bit of cum that had dribbled onto my chin. We then walked the mall as normal, with my belly full and satisfied for the time being.	3
98,401	CONTROL FREAK	Hello, sweetness. What's your name? "Who are you?" "Oh, come on, I asked you first." "What's happened to me?" "Jeez, sweetness, we're never going to get anywhere at this rate." "Help! Somebody please help me! What's going on?" "No one can hear you, sweetness. Look around. Oh, sorry, you can't look around. Well, let me help you out. As you know, we're standing in the middle of the mall. You were just standing there by yourself a few seconds ago, looking good enough to eat, staring into the shoe store window. I walked over and took control of your mind. By controlling your mind, I control your body. You are now frozen in place, as immobile as the mannequins in the other store windows. You can't talk or scream, you can only whisper. So when you called for help just now, no one could hear you except me." "What do you want?" "I want you, sweetness. I want to spend a little time with you, maybe an hour or so, and then I'll be on my way." "Go away. Leave me alone. Please." "Come on, darling. You're starting to piss me off. And you don't want to piss me off, I can assure you. You want to cooperate, within your limited abilities. Now I'll tell you what. We're gonna take a walk, you and me, like we're old friends. I am controlling your mind, so I'm gonna be in charge of your legs. Here we go, I have my arm around your waist, and we're walking, slowly but normally, over here to the food court where we can sit down in a quiet corner and not be disturbed. Inside you're freaking out, I know, but everyone else in the mall just sees a girl with a pleasant smile on her face walking with an older man. There. We're here. Now I'll sit you down across from me at the table, and you're still smiling. Inside, I know you're screaming. Your kind always do. But just get control of yourself. The sooner you answer my questions, the sooner I'll be done playing with you and you can go back to normal. Now, what's your name?" "Cindy." "Very good, Cindy. And how old are you?" "16." "That's about what I figured, Cindy. You're simply an amazingly beautiful girl. Blonde hair cut short, perfect skin, and a body that drives men wild. I'll bet all the boys at school just about go nuts over you, don't they, Cindy?" "Please go away, Mister. Please, please, I'm begging you." "Cindy, the last thing you want is for me to go away. If I walk away, you'll be frozen like this forever. You'll never move a muscle or speak a word again. You'll be a vegetable. You don't want that, do you?" "No." "Then answer all of my questions and quit pissing me off or you're going to be very sorry. You know I'm inside your brain, don't you Cindy? And I'm controlling your body and your speech, but not your thoughts and emotions, right?" "Yes." "Then answer my questions, and tell the truth, cause I'm looking inside your mind and I can tell if you're lying. Now: Do all the boys at school think you're hot, Cindy?" "Yes." "Do you feel their eyes caressing your body?" "Yes." "And do you like that feeling, knowing that all the boys at school are watching your body, and fantasizing about fucking you?" "No." "Cindy. I can hurt you very badly. Don't you lie to me, darling." "Yes. Yes, sometimes I kind of like knowing that." "Do you know what guys call a girl like you Cindy, a girl who has a fantastic nubile teenaged body and dresses to show it off but is really just teasing all the guys? Guys call that a cock tease, sweetness. Do you think maybe just a little bit you might be a cocktease?" "Maybe. Sometimes. I don't know. I don't mean to." "Oh, you girls never mean to, do you sweetness? You just go to the mall wearing a little pleated skirt so short you can almost see your ass cheeks when you walk, and you sway that ass from side to side so the skirt swishes across your golden teenaged thighs, and you wear a tight little crop top with no bra underneath so your nipples are poking out. Let me ask you, Cindy, when you got dressed today, did you look in the mirror and think you looked really hot?" "Yes. I'm sorry. Please leave me alone and stop asking me these questions." "But I just love the look in your eyes. Cindy. I can see fear in your eyes. Nobody else can cause we're tucked away here in the food court, but I know you're afraid, and that turns me on. See, I was watching you today in the mall. You thought you were the greatest thing on two legs here today, and in some ways, you are. You knew the men were all ogling you, wanting to fuck you, but they couldn't, cause you wouldn't let them. You knew you were looking hot, right? I want you to describe for me what was in your mind before I found you." "I was just shopping, I wasn't thinking." "Cindy, don't lie to me." "Well, you're kind of right. I knew guys were watching me, and it sort of made me feel good to know how I looked." "Did it turn you on a little?" "A little." "It turned me on a lot, Cindy. That's why I chose you to play with today, out of all the girls at the mall. If you'd dressed a little more modestly, I would have chosen someone else. How does that make you feel, sweetness?" "I don't know." "Well, take a stab at an emotion." "It makes me feel bad, I guess." "A little naughty, perhaps, Cindy? A little dirty? Like a dirty little girl who was out teasing men's cocks and then got caught by something she didn't know could happen?" "I don't know." "Oh, I think you do know, Cindy. Now, tell me, are you a virgin?" "Please, mister, please leave me alone. I haven't done anything to you." "Dammit, Cindy, that's it. You need to understand that when I ask a question I want an answer, not a bunch of fucking whining. Now as you'll noticed your hands are coming up in the air, as if you were willing them to do it, but of course you're not, I'm making you do it. It's like you were my sweet little 16-year-old cock-teasing marionette, and I'm your puppet-master. Now let's bring those hands right up to those tasty little tits. Anybody looking? No, nobody's paying any attention to us over here. Now let's give those nipples a few really good twists with your very own fingers. Twist to the right, then to the left, and back and forth and 1 and 2. Really squeezing now. Oh, I can see the tears forming in your eyes. Can't have that now. Hands back in your lap. And just look at those nipples poking out of that think top, all perky and excited." "Oh God, Mister, that hurt so bad. Please don't do that again." "Well, sweetness, that's just a tiny hint of what I'm capable of. I don't even have to manipulate your hands. I can just go right to the pain perception center of your brain and you make think that something is happening to you. Would you like to see what it feels like to have someone hold a cigarette against your nipple? Or maybe to have a firecracker explode inside your pussy? And if I want to, I can wrack your sweet young body with unimaginable, unbearable pain, and then walk away and leave you like this. You couldn't tell a soul what you were feeling. How long before you went insane from the constant agony? Whoa, your pupils just got huge! I think your fear index just went off the chart!" "I'll be good, Mister. Please don't hurt me. I'll be good." "I knew I could convince you, Cindy. See, I really am not into hurting girls. I like controlling them, and dominating, and humiliating them, but I only hurt them as a last resort. So don't make me go there. Now tell me, are you a virgin?" "Uh, yes sir, I am." "How nice. You've never had a boy's cock up inside your pussy?" "No sir. I swear." "Ever touched a cock? Oh, I can see you're blushing now. I've struck a nerve, so to speak." "Yes, sir." "How many?" "Three." "Ever give a boy a hand job or a blow job?" "No." "So you've touched three cocks but you didn't give any of them hand jobs? Do I have that right?" "Yes, sir." "Oh, you really are a little cock tease, aren't you? You and the boys get all hot and heavy, you're making out, maybe you're letting them touch those sweet tits of yours, pretty soon he's unzipping his fly or you are, and it's all feeling so good, and your hand brushes his cock, and he moans, and then you pull back cause you're just not that kind of girl and you don't want to get carried away. Is that about the size of it, sweetness?" "Yes, sir. But I don't mean to be cruel, I really don't." "Of course you don't, sweetness. But how do you think the boys feel." "I I I I don't know." "Well, let me show you how they feel, Cindy. I'm going to probe the pleasure center of your brain, the place that's connected to your clitoris nestled down there in your pussy. But before I do that, let's have those panties off. Nobody's looking. Just reach under the table with both hands, that's a good girl, under the skirt, grab the panties in your hands and pull them down those thighs, down those legs. Lift the feet, and slide the panties right off. Now hand them over to me. Very good. I'll just stuff them in my pocket for now. If you're good, I'll give them back when I'm done playing with you. So now you're sitting in the food court with a strange man, and you've given him your underpants. I want you to open your legs, knees about 18 inches apart, nice and open."If we were someplace else, I'd get down on my hands and knees and use my tongue on you. But I don't have to. I can make you feel my tongue while I sit right here and look across the table into those gorgeous baby blues of yours. Now your clit is being licked, you can feel it, and it feels wonderful. Doesn't it, sweetness? Mmmh-hmm. It feels all wet between your legs. Your clit is getting bigger and popping out from under its hood, and it's seeking my tongue. Can you feel that? Mmmmmmh-hhmmmm. Uh-huh. Mmmm. And I'm getting you off, sweetness. It feels so good, you've never felt anything so good, I'm directly manipulating your pleasure center, and your young body is flooded with good feelings, from your scalp to the tips of those cute little toes, you're tingling all over, and you're wetter and hotter. Oh, jeez, Mister, please, ohhhh, it feels so good. I can see in your eyes how good it feels, sweetness. Would you like me to make you cum now? Mmmmm-hmmm. Oh, God, oh it feels so good, don't stop. You have to ask me, sweetness. Oh, please, make me cum, please make me cum, please please pleeeeeeeeeeeze. Nope. Sorry, sweetness. The ride just stopped. Oh, my, the look in your eyes right now. You were right on the brink of the most wonderful orgasm ever, and then it stopped. Right? What happened? Ohhhhhh, God, I'm so confused. What are you doing to me? I'm showing you how those boys felt, Cindy Cock Tease. I'm letting you really experience it yourself. Is your pussy wet? Is your little clit all hot? Do you want to touch it really really bad? Oh, yes, God damn it, yes! Yes! Goodness, sweetness, it's a good thing I've got your voice dialed back to a whisper. You'd be screaming like Meg Ryan in "When Harry Met Sally" right now. Oh, God. Oh, Jesus. How does your pussy feel, sweetness? All open and warm? Oh, yes. And your clit is all tingly and hot? Oh God yes. Please. Let me. Let you what, Cindy? Let me have an orgasm. OK, Cindy, but you'll have to do it yourself. Right out here in the food court at the mall. You don't have any panties on, and your knees are spread apart, and even though there's people nearby they're not paying any attention to us. So I'm going to lift the control over your right hand just enough for you to move it down to your lap to play with yourself. But I'm not going to make you do it, Cindy. It will be up to you. Oh God, Mister, what are you doing? I've explained what I'm doing, sweetness. But how are you doing it? How do I control your mind? It's complicated. I just sort of superimposed my mind over yours. If I wanted to I could override your emotions and everything, but I've found it's more fun to leave most of your personality intact, so that you're aware of what's happening. That way you feel the shame and humiliation and anger and fear. That's really just about my favorite part, feeling a girl's fear and humiliation. Now are you gonna drop that hand down into your lap? Don't you still want to cum, Cindy? Oh God, I hate myself. I hate you, you bastard. I just can't stand being right on the edge like this. It's horrible. That's right, Cindy. No one is looking. Just rub that little virgin pussy. Oh, shit. Oh shit that feels so good. That's a girl. Just rub it. I'll let you rub it as hard as you want. And since you can't scream, you can just scream internally. Go ahead, let it out. Let yourself cum right here in the middle of the mall. Oh shit. Oh my God my God my Godddddddd. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh the look in your eyes, sweetness. Lust and shame and panic and more lust. Are you done now? Oh, yes. That felt so good. Do you feel like you'd like to cum some more? I don't know. I guess so. I told you not to lie to me, darling. I can see in your eyes you're still pretty horny. Those sweet little nipples of yours are just poking right through the front of that top, and it's not from being pinched anymore. I think that one only got you started, didn't it, but you don't want to look like a slut to me. I don't know, Mister. I'm just, I don't know. Well, you don't need to worry about looking like a slut to me, because you already do, sweetness. Sure, I took control of you for a while, but you played with your pussy of your own free will, didn't you, sweetness? Uh-huh. Say it for me. I played with my pussy of my own free will. And you'd like to play some more. Uh-huh. Well, we'll play some more, don't you worry darling. But let me tell you something. See, I'm all horny, too. Watching your delicious little 16-year-old freckle-face get all hot and flushed while you have an orgasm in the middle of a mall has given me a raging boner. I may be old enough to be your daddy, but I still get erections like you wouldn't believe. And before you cum again, I'm going to cum too. This food court won't be so good for that, so we're going to take another little walk. Get up now, and come along. Oh, I forgot, you're not wearing any panties under that short little skirt. My, my. Wouldn't the boys around here just love to know that little Cindy is walking through the mall with no panties on, her pussy all wet and so close to being exposed. Too bad there's no breeze. Hey, there's an idea. Why don't we walk outside? No! Please, don't make me do that. You don't want to walk outside and maybe let a little gust of wind blow that tiny little skirt up and show the world your naked ass and pussy? No, please. Please don't, Mister. OK, Cindy. We'll stay inside the mall. Hey, here we are, at the movies. Let's just walk up and buy a ticket to whatever's playing. You like Keanu Reeves in The Matrix? It started 10 minutes ago, but I don't care. Anything but Phantom Menace. I don't want a crowd. Now first stop is the concession stand, where fortunately there is no line. Yes, I'd like a box of popcorn, please, and a cup of water. See, Cindy, it's almost like a little impromptu date right in the middle of the afternoon. Thank you very much. Now let's head over here. Ah, here it is, the butter dispenser for the popcorn. I'll just fill my empty cup up with a few squirts of oil. It's not really butter, you know. And now that I've got my little cup of oil, let's go see The Matrix. Why are we doing this? A lot of reasons, sweetness. You said you didn't want to go outside, so we stayed inside. You said you wanted to cum again, but I want to cum too, and I have to find us a quiet, dark, secluded place. And what better place than a movie theater? Now let's just sit up here in the very back row. As I suspected, the place is practically deserted. Everybody's at The Phantom Menace. You stand right there in front of me, Cindy, while I unbuckle my pants and pull them down. Don't worry about blocking my view. I'm looking right at those firm tanned teenaged legs of yours and that sweet ass, and I couldn't care less about the movie. Now I'm gonna have to immobilize your body for a bit, cause you're not gonna like this next part. To make it better, I'm gonna give you some really nice feelings on that clit of yours. Mmmmmmm. That's right, girl. Now what you're feeling now is I'm dipping my fingers into this cup of oil and I'm rubbing them in the crack of that sweet ass of yours. I'm giving you a warm oil massage all up and down the crack of your ass, and then I'm letting my finger slip in and touch your little rosebud of your bottom. Oh please don't do this Mister, please don't. Please stop. Hush, Cindy. I'm gonna cut off your speech entirely now, so you can't even whisper. My cock is as hard as a crowbar and I'm ready for action. Now I'm putting some more oil on my fingers, and I'm finger fucking that sweet little bottom of yours. It's getting all slick with the oil, and the orgasm you had and the pleasure you're feeling now in your pussy has relaxed your little bottom to help my fingers move up inside you, deeper and deeper, spreading the oil. With my other hand I'm rubbing the popcorn oil on my hard-on, getting it all slick. Sorry you can't talk, cause I'd love to hear what you'd say about this part of our little game. Now your little butthole is all lubricated, and so is my cock, and I think it's time to fuck you up the ass. Wow! Even with your body immobilized I could sense some tension there, sweetness. That's the last thing you want. The more you tense up, the more it's gonna hurt. The more you relax, the better it will feel. I'm pulling you back down into my lap now, holding your skirt up around your waist in back, and aiming your sweet little asshole right at the big old head of my cock. Can you feel that, sweetness? Can you feel the head of my cock touching the outside of your greay little butthole? I don't know how good it feels to you, but I've never felt anything so hot and tight and sweet in my whole fucking life, you sweet little 16-year-old cock tease. My dick is sliding further in, up and up, that hot oily chute, all the way in, ah, yes. I'm all the way in. You're sitting right down flush against my lap with my cock buried to the hilt in your ass, Cindy. What do you think of that? Oh, shit, you can't talk. Here. I'm gonna tilt your head back so your lips are right next to my ear, and give you just enough power of speech for a throaty little whisper. It hurts. Oh God it hurts. Yeah, but think of how much worse it would have hurt without the oil, baby. Now catch this action on your clit. Mmmmmm. Oh God, it hurts but it feels good. It feels both, Mister. I don't know, I don't know. Yeah, life can be confusing sometimes sweetness. I'm flooding your brain with sensations that your clit is being expertly rubbed, and you're already all juiced up and ready to cum again, but then there's this big ol' cock fucking you in the ass. Speaking of which, it's time to start some serious action. Up you go, Cindy. I'll make your legs do all the work. You're young and strong and limber. I'll just sit here while you raise and lower yourself on my cock. Oh jeez, stop. I can't help myself.Oh God, Mister, please, please! Up and down. Work that ass on me, sweetness. Oh yes, that's my girl. Up and down and up and down. Nothing like picking out a piece of teenage poon at random and 20 minutes later you're fucking her greased ass in the back row of a movie theater. Jesus Fucking Christ, life is good! How's the clit feeling, Cindy? About ready to explode? Do you want me to let you cum again, or do you want me to cut you off like I did at first? "Don't cut me off, God, no, don't cut me off. Let me cum, please Mister!" Okay, sweetness, let's come together. Can you feel the head of my cock swelling inside your tight little rectum? "Oh God, yes, Mister, I can feel it!" I can too, sweetness. I'm going to make you go a little faster now, and I'm going to make you clamp down that sphincter muscle for all you're worth. Oh Fuck! Oh Christ! Yes, here I cum, baby! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhhh! "Oh yes, Mister, oh yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck my ass, ohhhhhhhhhh Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!" Oh, baby. Oh, sweetness. Oh, Cindy, you sweet delightful little piece of teenage ass. "Oh, jeez, Mister, what did you make me do?" I only made you do some things, Cindy. You did some of the rest of your own free will. "Oh, shit. Fuck. What have you done to me?" I think you know pretty well what I've done to you, Cindy. Now there's only one last little part to our game, and I'll tell you about it while my cock is still stuck up your ass but starting to get soft. I'm going to give you a choice. Option one is I open up your purse and get out your driver's license and copy down your address. Then we both leave here, and one night real soon, maybe tomorrow night, I come over to your house. If your parents are there, I'll use my powers to paralyze them and render them deaf, dumb and blind to get them out of the way. Then I'll come up to your room and you and I will play. I've got lots more games, although I have to warn you some of them are a lot nastier than the games we've played here at the mall. Option two is you set me up with one of your friends, the best-looking girlfriend you have. You bring her to the mall at a pre-arranged time, I see the two of you, I take her the way I took you. She would never have to know that you had betrayed her to me. Of course, you would know, but that's not my problem. So what's it going to be, Cindy? A return engagement between you and me, or you set me up with a friend? "Her name is Tiffany, Mister. I'll bring her here tomorrow night. You'll like her. She's a cheerleader. And Mister?" Yes, sweetness? "Is there any way, maybe, you could, like, do us both?"	4
98,402	Sky-Jacked	Her T-shirt should have been a warning. It read "GIRLZ RULE, MEN DROOL." The letters were hot pink and vaguely punky-looking, stretched across the front of her otherwise white T-shirt, which was stretched very tightly across her adolescent breasts. Even though I'm 40 years old, I'm not totally out of touch with kids, seeing as how I have a 12-year-old son and a 10-year-old daughter, and I see their friends and what they wear. I've seen girls wearing T-shirts that say GIRLS RULE, BOYS DROOL, and maybe once I saw one that read GIRLZ RULE, GUYS DROOL, but never had I seen one before that singled out men. It seemed a little strange on such a young girl, because I know from hanging around kids that they hardly ever think of grown-ups except as sources of money or transportation, but I was so interested in everything else about her that I didn't really stop to ponder it. She was sitting in the Delta departure lounge at LAX - that's Los Angeles International - at a little before midnight. She was all alone. Everybody in the lounge was there to take the red-eye back east to Atlanta, so I assumed she was, too. And being a bit of a lech, I spotted her sitting there, all sweet and yummy and teen girly, and decided I would stake out a seat across from her and check her out. Beats the shit out of the Wall Street Journal. I've mentioned the T-shirt, but not how nicely she filled it. Her breasts were not big, not small, just right for a girl her age, which I figured to be about 15 or so. Firm as hell, a nice handful each. I detected slight shadows right about where each nipple would be, and figured she wasn't wearing a bra. Below the waist, she wore a tight denim skirt, and on her feet, delicious little white sandals. One leg was crossed over the other, bobbing up and down unconsciously. Her toenails were red. No more than 5 feet 2 or so, 110 pounds max. Her hair was light brown, and pulled back with a scrunchie into a ponytail. Large green eyes, and long lashes. A sprinkling of freckles across her nose. Very little makeup. You could tell by her grooming that she was probably upper middle-class; something about the clothes, the nice tan, the perfect nails, the air of self-absorption. Possibly a private school girl, or if public school, the best public school in the best suburb in her city. Probably spoiled rotten. She was leafing through a Cosmopolitan magazine, oblivious to me and everyone else. I picked up my Journal and pretended to read, but really I just feasted my eyes on her delightfully nubile teenaged body. My eyes burned holes in that T-shirt, and at the dark space where the hem of her skirt met the crossed thighs, trying to get a glimpse of the panties that were just a couple of inches higher. And then she uncrossed her legs. Sat both feet firmly on the floor, almost a foot apart. Suddenly, I could see right up her skirt, could see the little white panties she wore, the fabric at the crotch that covered her little pussy. God almighty, what a view! Here I was, a happily married man and father, vice president of marketing for a telecommunications company, staring at this little schoolgirl's panties. And loving it. I felt like Humbert Humbert when first spied his Lolita, except this girl was obviously older than Lolita. The swell of her breasts, the womanly shapeliness of her legs, the lack of baby fat all indicated she was well into puberty. She was, of course, still a minor, illegal, jailbait, but hey, I wasn't going to fuck her, I was just going to look at her. No harm in that, right? I glanced around, and realized that the way our seats were positioned, no one else could see what I was seeing, nor could they watch me peeping. So I relaxed and enjoyed the view. After a couple of minutes, I thought I saw her glance up from her Cosmo and look at me, but I couldn't be sure. A few seconds later, though, she scrunched down into her seat a couple of inches, which caused the skirt to ride up her thighs, exposing more of her tanned thighs to my gaze. My heart was pounding, but the show was just starting. She reached over to the backpack on the seat next to her - one of those Jansports all the kids carry to school as bookbags, and pulled out a Tootsie Roll pop. She unwrapped the sucker, dropped the wrapper into her bag, and then slowly brought the sucker to her mouth. I was hypnotized. My eyes were probably bulging. Instead of just popping the lollipop into her mouth like I expected her to, though, she brought it up to an inch in front of her mouth, stuck out her little pink teenaged tongue, and took a long lick. Then she took another lick, and another, swiping her tongue along the round hard surface of the sucker. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Jesus, I had a hard-on. It felt like I had a crowbar in my pants. Was she doing this on purpose, teasing me? It was hard to believe a youngster like this, all alone in a big airport, would deliberately tease a middle-aged stranger. But how else to account for the panty peek, which was seeming more and more obvious, and the sucker show? My eyes darted up and down, watching her mouth as she licked the sucker, then staring at her panties. My dick seemed to be throbbing in time with my heartbeat. Her combination of innocent appearance and lewd licking was the biggest turn-on I had ever seen. But while I may enjoy looking, I was not about to approach her. She'd probably start screaming or something. I pretended to read my paper, glancing around the edges, while Little Miss Mouth licked and licked and licked. Oh, Jeez, my dick. At one point, I thought I saw her look at me, a quick glance, followed by a secret little smile. But I was probably just projecting my fantasies onto her. Like she's going to smile at being ogled by a middle-aged man. On the other hand, this crotch-exposing and sucker-sucking didn't seem to be the actions of a girl oblivious to male attention. Just then a man approached and sat down on the other side of the cutie. "Hi, Daddy!" she squeaked, and the man handed her a Coke in a cup. I kept my face buried in my paper, glad I had kept my seat. Pretty soon they called our flight, and we boarded. By then my erection had subsided, thank God. I got my window seat, and saw my little cutie take her seat a couple of rows ahead, on the aisle. Daddy wasn't with her; she was flying alone. But it was time to forget about her and think about sleeping. I had lucked out: The seat next to me was empty. I pulled one of the crappy little airline pillows and a dark-blue blanket from the overhead bin and prepared to settle in for some sleep on the flight back to Atlanta. For those of you who've never taken the red-eye, here's how it works. Everyone takes pillows and blankets and settles in. The attendants rattle off their usual safety spiel, the plane takes off, and then they turn off all the lights in the cabin. Everyone taking the red-eye as the same plan: get as much sleep as possible. The attendants don't go up and down the aisle with the drinks cart, no food is served, no movie is shown. The Delta flight takes off from LAX at midnight and lands in Atlanta at 6:30 a.m. It's a three and one-half hour flight, and the other three hours is the time zone change. The attendants did their blah-blah and soon we were airborne. The inside of the cabin was very dark, and I could hear heavy breathing all around me. I put the pillow against the side of the plane, leaned into it, pulled the blanket up to my chin and down over my knees, and went to sleep. In reconstructing the time later, I must have slept for about half an hour. I was awakened by a girl's voice, which came from right next to my ear. "Hey, mister. Wake up, mister. I'm bored." It was, of course, my little friend from the departure gate. She had moved into the open seat next to me. I opened my eyes and looked at her, but in the darkness I could barely see her. I could smell her breath, though, a sweet smell of lollipops and fruit-flavored little girl lip gloss. Her face was inches from mine. "Talk to me, please, mister. I'm bored." "What do you want?" I asked her. "I want to talk. I'm bored. What's your name, mister?" "Jim," I replied. "Jim what?" "Jim Coxman." She giggled. "Coxman? You're making that up. It sounds like a porno star." I had a couple of reactions to this. First, no one likes to have their name mocked, even though I've gotten grief throughout my life for my name. It's a fine old Anglo-Saxon name, and probably my ancestors went through life without people giggling over it.These days, though, it was one fucking joke after another. And my other reaction was that I was turned on when she said "porno." Hearing this innocent-looking teenager say "porno," and all that it implied about her worldliness, gave me a little rush, a stirring in my crotch. Down, boy. "No, really, that's my name," I said. "What's yours?" "Jennifer. But my last name isn't Pussywoman," she giggled again. Jeez, I thought, I've got a major tease on my hands. Was talking all she had in mind? But then she asked: "Are you married, Jim?" "Yeah, I am." "And what do you do?" "I'm a vice president of a company in Atlanta." "Ooh," she cooed. "A vice president. And a real Coxman. Are you a real Coxman, Jim?" I was embarrassed, and horribly, horribly turned on. My cock was getting hard in my pants, and I was glad for the darkness and the blanket, or she would have been able to see it. On the other hand, the way she was talking, she probably wouldn't be surprised at my growing erection. I didn't answer her question. She was silent for a minute. Then: "I saw you looking at me back there in the airport." Shit. Shit. Shit. "I noticed you," I said, trying to play safe. "You did more than notice me," she said. Her voice was so soft, so young, so innocent. "You were like scoping me out big-time, you know? If your eyes were lasers, you would have burned a hole in my panties, Mister Jim. Then when my panties were like all burned away by your laser-eyes, they would have like started warming up what's underneath my panties. Are you interested in what's underneath my little panties, Jim the Coxman?" Fuck me. What was this little harlot up to? She obviously was no innocent little schoolgirl. I decided I needed to change the subject. "How old are you?" I asked. "I'm 14," she said. "Just turned 14 last week. I'll be a freshman this fall in high school." "Jesus," I muttered, "you're young enough to be my daughter." "Do you want to pretend to be daddy and daughter?" she said, so sweetly. "I played daddy and daughter one time with a teacher at my school. He liked it a lot, I think." "God no, I don't want to play daddy and daughter," I blurted. I may be a pervert, but even perverts have their standards! "Then what do you want to play, Mr. Coxman?" She made it sound so dirty. I had never wished so much that I had a different name. At the same time, I had never wanted to hear someone say my name again the way I wanted little Jennifer to say it over and over. I took a deep breath. I had to put an end to this. A stewardess could come by, and see me with this little girl, and it wouldn't take a lot of brains to figure out something was very wrong with this picture. "I want to go back to sleep," I told her. Of course, I really didn't. I wanted to fuck the ever-loving shit out of young Jennifer, ram my cock up her teenaged twat over and over until I filled her full of hot sperm. But I was a married man, with responsibilities, and I couldn't do that. "But I don't want you to go back to sleep," Jennifer said. "I want to play. Don't you want to play?" I could still smell that sweet breath. She'd started leaning in closer and closer to me over the course of this conversation, until her face was practically touching mine. When she exhaled, I could feel her breath on my face. My crotch was throbbing. I was trying to do the right thing, for God's sake, and this teenaged minx wouldn't let me! "OK, Mr. Coxman, I'll be honest with you," she told me. "I saw you checking me out back at the airport, and it turned me on. So I put on a little show for you. Did you like my little show? I think you did, cause I could see something in your pants that made me think you liked what you were seeing." "Yeah, but then your dad came along," I said, still trying desperately to change the subject. "Daddy was just seeing me off. My parents are divorced. Dad lives in LA, mom lives in Atlanta. I spent a couple weeks with Dad, and now I'm going home. But I don't want to talk about daddy. I want to talk about what was going on in your pants in the airport. And I have a question for you, Mr. Coxman. Is the same thing going on now? And I felt her hand. Her 14-year-old hand was suddenly right on the front of my pants, touching my engorged cock. It lay there for just a second, and then she curled her fingers around it, through the fabric, and squeezed my dick. "Oh, God," was all I could manage to say. "Ooh, Mr. Coxman," Jennifer whispered. "Maybe I ought to call you Big Jim. Are you normally like this, or is it because you're, you know, sitting next to a sexy girl?" "Jennifer, please go back to your seat," I managed to rasp out. "I don't think so, Big Jim," she said. Her hand started moving, slowly, teasingly, up and down on my cock, still holding on, jacking me off through my khakis. "And I don't think you really want me to. Don't you want me to stay here and keep touching you? How about if I gave you a little handjob? Or maybe even something better than a handjob? How about if I pulled your dick out of your pants, and put my head under the blanket, and licked your big ol' dick the way I licked that sucker back in the airport? And how about if I kept on licking until you spurted your sperm right into my hot little mouth?" Well, fuck. As Popeye says, that's all I can stands, I can't stands no more. I had tried. But everyone around us was asleep, I desperately wanted this girl with every fiber of my being, she was the one who was advancing the game. And if 14-year-old Jennifer wanted to give me a blowjob, well, I just wasn't going to say no. "Yes, I would like that," I whispered to Jennifer. "I thought you would," she said, gleefully. "But instead of just pulling your dick out through your zipper, why don't you like pull your pants down? That way I can be more creative and you won't run the risk of your dick scraping against your zipper, you know? Don't worry, it's dark, no one can see." Once I had committed to going along with her, there was no stopping. I didn't even think about it. I unbuckled my belt, and slid my trousers and jockeys down over my knees, all the way to my ankles. Instantly, I felt her hand on my now-naked cock. My cock was so hot and her hand was so soft and so cool. She made a gentle fist around the shaft and began to jack me slowly, up and down. I was so turned on, so churning with horniness, that it actually felt better than fucking. It was so dirty, such forbidden fruit, feeling this teenager's hand on my cock. Then she stopped. "Excuse me a minute, big guy, but I got something that will make this even better." Her hand disappeared, and I was aware of her bending over in her seat and rummaging around. She must have brought her backpack with her and set it on the floor. Soon she was back, cuddling up next to me, leaning in to me, and I smelled something. Coconut oil. Suntan lotion! "I'm told that it feels better with a little lotion for the motion," she said, and giggled again, that little-girl giggle that had sounded so innocent before but now sounded depraved. I heard the squirting sound - it wasn't me, not yet - and she gooped the lotion into her hand and then went back to massaging my hard-on. Christ, that felt even better! The cool lotion, my hot, hot blazing hot dick, all of it being done surreptitiously, under the blankets. My eyes had adjusted to the dim light now and I could see little Jennifer next to me. Her eyes were huge and danced with lasciviousness. "I'll bet that feels, like, pretty good, doesn't it?" she whispered. "Oh, God, yes," I moaned, very softly, being sure not to wake anybody up. "I like doing older guys," she said. "I did a lot of the boys in my eighth grade class, and they were kind of fun at first, but then I got tired of them. I seduced my math teacher, and once I found out how grateful older guys are, and how much they get off on doing stuff with a little girl like me, I concentrate now on doing men rather than boys." "Are you a virgin?" I managed to rasp out. Up and down went her slick, slick hand, making a slight squeaking noise in the dark. "Of course I'm a virgin, silly," she said. "I'm only 14! It's not like I'm a slut or something." Actually, I had just been thinking that a slut is exactly what she was. "I don't get it," I said. "Well, Mr. Happy here sure gets it," she said. Again, that giggle. Up down up down squeak squeak Jennifer's little hand is jacking me off, getting me closer and closer. "When I have sex, I want it to be on my terms, when I decide, and not just because some guy is panting after me. Anyway, stuff like this isn't real sex, is it? Didn't you like learn anything from President Clinton and Monica Lewinsky?" "Do you want me to do something to you?" I asked, hoping maybe I could get my hand up under that skirt and feel what I was sure was the nicest pussy God ever made. "No, I don't want your nasty old hands fondling me," she said, rather harshly, which puzzled me. But then her tone changed. "I took my panties off up in my seat. Once I start using my mouth on you, I'll have a free hand and I'll diddle myself." I would have thought my dick was as hard as it could possibly get, but when she told me she was going to masturbate while blowing me, it got even harder. It felt like it was going to burst. "Whatever," I said, "just please don't stop." And she stopped. And pulled her hand away. Damn, I had been so close! "Why did you stop?" I asked, trying not to whine. "I want to take it to the next level, Mr. Coxman. I want to put my head under your blanket and blow you. Would you like that?" "Yes, God yes, please blow me Jennifer." "OK, but before I do that, you have to go along with my part of the game." "What's that?" I asked. "I want to tie your hands behind your back," Jennifer said. "It turns me on. And when I'm turned on, I give a better blow job." Well, fuck. Normally getting tied up is not my particular cup of kinkiness.I tried it once, years ago, and didn't care for it. But frankly, at this point, if Jennifer had said she wanted to cut off one of my toes with a pair of pruning shears, I probably would have gone along with her. My dick was so hard it was starting to hurt, my balls were swollen and aching (I'd been on a business trip for a week with no sex and not even any masturbation), and I wanted that little 14-year-old mouth stretched over the head of my cock so damn bad. You know the old joke: God gave a man two heads, a little one and a big one, and enough blood so that only one could think at a time. My little head was now doing all the thinking. "OK," I croaked. "Tie me up." "Cool!" she said. Back to the backpack, and this time she pulled out a pair of pantyhose. It was hard in the dark, but I crossed my wrists behind my back the way she instructed, turned in my seat so my back was to her, and she tied my wrists with the pantyhose. Damn, did she tie them. I hadn't been expecting such a thorough job. Looped over and under and through and tied off tight. Houdini himself couldn't have gotten out of those knotted hose. I re-twisted and sat back down. Essentially, I was sitting on my arms now, and knew they would go to sleep shortly. But then, if I had Jennifer sucking my dick, I didn't care what happened to my arms. My erection was starting to get uncomfortable. Her tiny little hand returned, this time rubbing lotion with her fingertips on the head of my cock, which felt like it was the size of a grapefruit! Those little fingers, all slick with suntan lotion, swirling around and around, so teasing, oh man. And again, she stopped. Fuck, what was the deal, anyway? This time, she reached up behind her head and pulled the Scrunchie off her ponytail. For guys who aren't familiar with teenaged girls, the Scrunchie is a ponytail holder made of cloth with elastic inside. She took the Scrunchie and started rummaging around under the blanket. "Hey! Shit! Be careful with those!" I hissed, again, not too loud. She was playing with my balls. I felt the Scrunchie go up over my scrotum to the base, then she twisted it and wrapped it around a second time, like a rubber band. It wasn't too tight, and didn't pinch, but it had the effect of mashing my balls close together and down to the bottom of my sac. They were pressed together very tight now, with no room to move around. Again, not my idea of fun, but once she put her mouth on me, all else would melt away. "Are you liking this, Mr. Coxman? Do you like what I'm doing to you?" she whispered. The smell of the gum on her breath mingled with the smell of the coconut oil coming from under the blanket. Teenage girl smells. My cock throbbed as she continued to rub her little fingers around and around on the tip. "I love it, Jennifer. I love what you're doing to me." "Would you like to call me dirty names while I do you, Jim?" "Oh, you little tease, you little slut. You are such a sexy little slut, Jennifer." "I told you, I'm not a slut, you asshole!" she hissed. Again, the sudden swing from being the most willing little girl in the world to being pissed off at me. Was this chick psycho or something? She'd asked me to call her names, for God's sake! "I'm gonna have to punish you for calling me a slut, Jim," she said. "I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to punish you real, real bad, you know?" And that's when the game turned. I tried to be stern with her, but the helplessness of my position was beginning to dawn on me. "You're very sexy, Jennifer," I said. "I'm sorry I called you a slut. I got carried away because you're so damn sexy." "It's too late now, Jim-boy," the girl said. "Let me tell you how this is gonna work. I'm gonna reach down and grab your balls in my hand. And I'm gonna squeeze 'em. I'm gonna squeeze and squeeze and squeeze until you can't stand it anymore. And you know what, Jim? You're not gonna do a thing about it. You're not gonna make a sound." I was starting to panic. What the hell kind of game was this? "I'll yell," I told her. "I'll yell for help." "Oh no you won't, Mister," Jennifer purred. She was back to being sexy-voiced now, and I could tell she was getting even more turned on by this stage of the game. "Think about it. If you make so much as a peep, I'll scream, you know? And I'll start yelling that you were trying to molest me. And the attendants will come running, and the lights will go on, and everyone will wake up. And you know what they'll see? They'll see a middle-aged man with his pants pulled all the way down and a big stiff woodie waving in the air. They'll see your hand tied with my pantyhose, but I'll tell everyone you stole them out of my backpack while I was asleep and they'll just assume it's some sort of perverted game you were playing. And I'll be crying and sobbing that you lured me back here and tried to make me touch your dirty old penis, you know? "Who do you think they're going to believe, some guy with his pants down and his dick hard, or a hysterical teenaged girl? What do you think your wife will say, Jimbo? Will she believe that you were tricked and trapped? What will your boss say when he finds out you were arrested for trying to molest an underaged girl? Think you'll keep that vice president's job? Or do you think maybe you'll be arrested and hauled off to jail and your wife will divorce you and take your kids away because you're such a total pervert and you'll lose your job?" "Jennifer, please, listen to me..." I was sweating now. My arms were terribly uncomfortable pinned behind me, but my cock was still hard as an iron bar. Throughout her whole incredible little soliloquy, she had kept her hand moving on my cock, and it was still hard. I told her to listen to me, but I realized there was nothing I could say to counter her. She was absolutely right. I was helpless, and hers to do with as she pleased, to give me pain or pleasure. All I could do was beg for mercy, and I hated the thought of begging a 14-year-old girl. "Jennifer, please..." I began again, but she cut me off. "Shut up, Jim. Just answer me this one question. When I squeeze your balls, are you going to make a sound?" "No, Jennifer, I won't make a sound. But please don't do this to me. You have no idea how sensitive a guy's balls are. You could ruin me for life. Please don't do this." She leaned over and kissed me. It was perhaps the biggest surprise yet in a night that had been full of them. From out of nowhere, her mouth clamped over mine. I could taste her breath, feel her lips sealing over my lips. Her tongue began to probe into my mouth, and instinctively I relaxed and opened my mouth and let that delightful, delicious tongue enter my mouth. And just as suddenly, her hand moved away from my cock and gripped my scrotum. And Jennifer began to squeeze my balls.I obeyed her, knowing that the worst thing I could do would be to scream and draw attention to us. Her hand encircled my scrotum again and started squeezing. The second time was worse than the first, as my poor abused nuts were already aching from the first time. She squeezed and squeezed, as if she were trying to make them explode inside my sac. The pain was overwhelming, and I felt as if my balls and even my entire body were about to explode. But again, she stopped. "How ya doin', big boy?" she whispered. "Hangin' in there?" "Jennifer, please, isn't there some other game we could play? I wouldn't even have to cum. I could make you cum. Wouldn't that feel nice?" "I told you, I don't want your filthy old-man hands on my body!" she hissed. "So just shut up about that and take what's coming to you!" "But why is this coming to me?" I asked. "What have I ever done to you?" "You want to know? I'll tell you, asshole. Back there at LAX, I was minding my own business and along you come and sit down right across from me and start staring at me. I could feel the horniness just radiating out of you. You were molesting me with your eyes, raping me with your eyes. "Men do that all the time to me and to my friends. Teachers are always, like, trying to look up my dress in class, or they ogle my tits whether I'm wearing a bra or not. I go to the beach and guys whistle at me and yell 'Hey babe, nice tits' and 'Hey come here I got something for you!' I go to my family reunion and my uncle gets drunk and tries to get me to sit on his lap or play a 'tickling game' with me. The boys my age, I understand. There's at least a chance I might date them if they're OK-looking or nice, and they've got hormones and they can't help it. But you men just creep me out. You're all a bunch of fuckin' perverts! "So this is, like, my little revenge on all you old perverts," Jennifer continued. "I found out a few months ago how easy it is to lead you guys around by your dicks. And I've been kind of refining my technique, and you're my latest project, Jimmy-baby. I'm making you pay for eye-balling me back at LAX, and I'm making you pay for all the other girls you've eye-balled and fantasized about fucking. I tease you and hurt you, and tease you and hurt you." She was finished. And fuck, so was I. I realized now there was no getting away from this cruel, depraved little girl. I was totally at her mercy for the next hour or so. By this time my dick had gone limp, from all the pain. Not completely limp, more like half-mast. There was still some blood in the old guy, though, and Jennifer started caressing my cock again with her hand. She rubbed her hand up and down, her palm sliding in the tanning lotion. And of course, he came to life almost instantly, springing to attention like a good little soldier. Jennifer once again reached into her bag of tricks; I had no idea what was coming next. "Know what I've got here now?" she crowed. "It's my toothbrush. I'm gonna give your dick a good brushing. And when I'm done, I won't clean it off. I'll just take it home with me, and every time I brush my teeth I'll be able to taste your cock." Son of a bitch, she really knew what to say to turn a guy on! My dick was hard again, rampant, ready to burst. My nuts still ached a little, but I was back to concentrating on my dick. She touched her toothbrush to the sensitive underside of the shaft and began to drag it gently up and down. She'd go all the way up to where the head began to jut out, to that unbelievably sensitive little patch of skin on the underside, and then she'd slide it back down to the Scrunchy around my scrotum. Up and down, up and down. She moved the brush around to the side, and then around to the topside of the shaft, still going up and down gently. Never in my weirdest fantasies had I thought about having a teenaged girl gently scrub and tease my cock with her toothbrush, but it was intensely erotic. It stimulated me without really bringing me closer to an orgasm, the way a straight handjob would have. The bristles tickled my skin. It was heavenly, even as it was frustrating. Then young Jennifer moved her toothbrush to the head of my penis, which was throbbing and engorged. "You like this, don't you?" she whispered to me. "Which do you like more, my toothbrush teasing your big ol' cock, or the thought of me taking it home and brushing my pretty little teeth with it?" "Oh, God, Jennifer," I groaned softly. "You are so sexy. Please just let me cum." "Not yet, big boy," she said. She continued to push the toothbrush around and around in circles on the head of my cock, the bristles tickling, driving me insane. I was helpless and having my cock tormented by a teenaged girl I had just met, and I'd never been so turned on in my life. And, of course, she stopped. "I think you're getting a little too turned on, Big Jim," she said. "Time to bring you back to earth." I knew what was coming and braced myself, and sure enough, she began to squeeze my poor nuts again. Harder and harder. Oh shit, the pain was unbearable. I was nauseous, afraid I might throw up right there from the pain. She was squeezing me so hard, and my dick was starting to go limp. She stopped. Thank God, she stopped. "How ya doin' Jimmy?" she asked. "Want to try a little combination platter?" I wasn't sure what a combination platter was, or if I wanted to know. But I had no say in the matter. She ducked her head under the blanket that was spread over my torso, and instantly I felt what I had been dying to feel. Jennifer's warm, moist, sweet mouth engulfed the head of my cock! Fuck, what a feeling! Her velvety tongue began swirling around the tip of my cock, making lazy wet circles. She pushed her head down an inch and took a little of the shaft into her mouth. I was dying to thrust upward and force her to deep-throat me, but I had a feeling that would piss her off, and the last thing I wanted to do was make her angry. So far she had been torturing me rather calmly. What would she be like if she were mad? Slurping, slurping, slurping away. I was getting blown by a beautiful but deeply disturbed 14-year-old girl on the red-eye flight. Of course, it was inevitable that my bliss would not go on forever, and I felt her hand once again encircle my nuts and begin to squeeze again. I doubt that any man in history has ever felt such a combination of intense pleasure and intense pain. Her mouth was so hot and wet and sexy, and my cock was so hard. But her grip on my balls got tighter and tighter, tighter than it had ever been in any of the previous times. I was seeing stars, I was freaking out, I was going to pass out from the combination. The fucking combination platter, she had called it. Finally, she stopped both the pleasure and the pain. Stopped the sucking and the squeezing. I hated to feel her mouth come off me, but was so relieved to feel her hand leave my scrotum. I thought I could feel ridges in my scrotum where her fingernails had dug in hard. At this point in my ordeal, Jennifer ran out of new twists, new ways to either make me feel great or horrible. But she had not run out of steam. For the next hour, she worked me. She spread lotion on her hands and jacked me off, always stopping short of allowing me to have an orgasm. She toyed with the head of my cock with her fingers. She tormented me with the toothbrush, sometimes so soft I could barely feel it touching my skin, sometimes rubbing so hard I thought she would scrape the skin right off my penis. And she kept hurting me. I don't know how many total minutes my balls spent in the hot palm of her little hand, having the life squeezed out of them, but every second she was doing it felt like an eternity. My stomach ached, I was nauseous. My hands had long ago fallen asleep because she had tied my wrists so tight, and my arms ached horribly from being pinned behind me. I was her prisoner, her toy, her plaything, and I couldn't do a fucking thing about it. If I called for help or even moaned too loud, she'd scream "Rape!" and my life would be over. Finally, I heard her say to me: "OK, Mr. Big Jim the Coxman, I think playtime's just about over. I need to get back in my seat before we get to close to Atlanta. And since you've played along with me, I think the least I can do is, like, give you a reward. So it's time to cum. You ready?" "God, yes, Jennifer, please. I'll do anything." "Well, I figure there are two ways you can cum. I could just jack you off and let you spurt all over everything. You'd get your nasty ol' sperm all over your shirt, and probably the seat in front of you and maybe even on the ceiling 'cause you'll be cumming so hard. Or I can put my head back in your lap and take it in my mouth. I'll let you cum in my mouth, and I'll swallow it all down. Which one do you want, Mister?" "In your mouth, Jennifer honey, please, baby, please, in your mouth," I begged. "OK, but it's gonna cost you." "How much?" "How much do you have? I know, I'll just check your wallet." She disappeared below the blanket again and I could feel her rummaging around in my pants, which were down around my ankles. She re-appeared, holding my wallet, opened it, and took out the cash. "Hmm, whoa, what have we here? Looks like about $300, Mr. Coxman. Are you rich?" "Not really. I said. That's part of my expense account advance for my trip. I have to give it back when I get back to work." "Well, it's your decision," she said. "Keep the money and try to get all the sperm mopped up before we land, or give me the money and cum in my mouth. What's it gonna be?" "Take the money," I said hoarsely. "Take it all." "Don't mind if I do," she said, and giggled again. "Oh, and here's your business card. I'll take one of these, too. Maybe I'll look you up later in Atlanta, Jimmy-baby." Before I had a chance to protest, she pocketed the money and my business card and bent over me.Her head disappeared below the blanket, and she took me in her mouth again. I didn't know if, at any moment, this might be some kind of trick and she might start crushing my nuts again. But she didn't. She began to suck my cock, and then I felt one hand encircle my shaft and begin to pump up and down in a slow, steady rhythm. The suntan lotion still made my hard-on wet and slippery, and her hand slid up and down, while her mouth bobbed on my cock. I felt her tongue reach down and begin to make slow, wet circles around the bulbous head. Fuck, I was out of my mind. I'd been hard for more than an hour, sitting next to this nasty little youngster, being teased and put through brutal agony. And now it was finally all coming to an end. Jennifer was sucking my woodie as if it were a popsicle and she was dying of thirst, her little hand sliding up and down, up and down, up and down. I could feel the semen boiling in my balls, getting ready to erupt. I wanted to hold her head in place to make sure she didn't remove that incredible sucking schoolgirl mouth, but my hands were tied and I couldn't. I had to just trust that she would keep on going. And I came. There are no words to describe how powerful and intense my orgasm was. My cock felt like a firehose hooked up to a hydrant, bulging and thrashing with power, and my seed was gushing out of my cock with incredible force. It felt like quarts of cum, and I squirted and squirted into her hot teen mouth, and I could feel her throat working, swallowing and swallowing. My balls throbbed and ached, I wasn't sure whether it was the lingering pain of her nut-crushing or the force of my orgasm, and still I was gushing, and still she was swallowing, and her tongue scraped over and over the head of my cock. I was done. She lifted her head, and looked at me. "Give me a kiss," she said sweetly, and I leaned over and kissed her, open-mouthed. I could taste my sperm on her tongue as we probed each other's mouths in a deep, passionate kiss. She broke it off. "Whoa, man, that was a ton of sperm," she said. Giggle, giggle, like she was describing a quantity of Halloween candy. "OK, let's get back to normal." Suddenly she was business-like, efficient. She leaned me forward, picked at the knots on the pantyhose and soon had me untied. I reached down and pulled up my pants and fastened them. She stowed her pantyhose and toothbrush back in her Jansport knapsack. My $300 was in the pocket of her denim skirt. "Well, Mr. Jim Coxman, that was, I don't know, kinda cool. You know?" And she got up and went back to her seat.	4
98,529	Holly and Natalie - Lust	Holly was a slut, but she was a bored slut. She had become a young, yummy mummy housewife at the age of 23. Her 4-year-old son, James, had just started school, and that left Holly with more time on her hands than she knew what to do with. She'd never been a stay-at-home mom with no child to look after before. Sure, there had been pre-school, but that was only a couple of hours a day and was only enough time to clean up or do some shopping. Her husband, a 30-year-old car mechanic nicknamed "Shagger," and James' father, had begun to bore her - he regularly came home late after stopping by the pub for a couple of hours after work. They had many arguments about him being late home and not doing his share of looking after their son, but ultimately, he was only interested in working, going to the pub with 'the lads,' and then going home and fucking his hot, big-titted wife. That's if she was willing to spread her legs or open her mouth for something other than moaning and nagging at him. His lifestyle suited their relationship in the beginning - for a few years, she spent nearly every night in the pub with him and his mates, getting drunk and having regular gangbangs with them all. However, eventually, she realized that she was pregnant. 3 months later, she finally told him about the baby, and while in the pub, he proposed and promised he'd take care of them both. They, and 7 of his friends, celebrated Holly saying 'Yes!' by gangbanging her pregnant, curvy body right through the night until the next morning. The next day, he told Holly that they would be monogamous from then on. They were married 4 months later, with Holly set to pop, and James was born 3 days later. Holly was a pretty girl with bright eyes and a lovely smile that won her a lot of attention. Her youthful body showed no signs of her having given birth, her juicy natural udders were still perky, and her waist was quite trim. Her ass was gorgeously curvy, and her legs had a wonderful shape due to her having done gymnastics throughout school. Well, until her tits got really big, and she'd discovered she'd much rather do acrobatics on cocks than apparatus. She had had a good upbringing and was a smart girl with good grades until her face changed from just cute to cute and sexy - and those damned tits grew. She discovered makeup, hairstyling, and how to flash a bit of extra thigh and cleavage in her school uniform, and the line of cocks she could choose from was almost endless. After leaving school, she'd gone to work on the reception of C&D Car Repairs, enticing customers in with her beautiful young face, blonde hair, and fat cleavage. She was the only female at the company. It was here that she became very friendly with her future husband and his mates, regularly sucking them off during her lunch breaks and often spending a couple of hours a week on her knees, or on her back, in the boss's office. Every night, after work, she would join all of the mechanics in the pub, and always end up with at least two cocks down her throat. On her first day at work, Holly wore flat shoes, trousers, blouse, jacket, and had her hair down normally. By her last day, before leaving to have her son, she was wearing 8-inch stripper heels, no panties, a tiny pleated skirt that was so short that when she sat behind the reception desk, you could see right up her bare legs to her hipbone, and a white blouse that was tied under her heaving udders and showed off her large pregnant belly. Her hair was up in bunches. She looked like a pornographic, pregnant, schoolgirl stripper, sucking lollipops. The mechanics were doing a better trade with male customers than ever, as they waited for their cars in the reception area constantly fidgeting with their crotches as they watched Holly go about her work, flashing her cunt and asshole as she tottered on her massive heels, squatting or bending over to put files in drawers. It wasn't uncommon for those customers to see either a buttplug in her ass or cum leaking from at least one of her holes. And now here she was. Her 4-year-old son was at school until 2 pm. Her husband was at work, probably getting his cock sucked by her replacement, and he wouldn't be home until 8 pm at the very earliest. If he did come home then, the best she could hope for was a bitter-tempered argument before she spread her legs and let him have a couple of minutes thrusting away in her gash and mauling her big tits before he came inside her. Holly had taken to motherhood very well and was an excellent mother. She no longer fucked around, her son being all that she was interested in. She loved him more than she thought possible, and he consumed her life. If it wasn't for him, then Holly would have left her husband a long time ago - they probably wouldn't have ever gotten married in the first place. When James started school, however, she had a big hole in her days that she was struggling to fill. On the seventh day of James attending school, she arrived early to pick him up. Another mom, also young, began to talk to her. "It's hard getting used to them starting school, isn't it? They've been our life for four years, and we just want some time to ourselves. Now we've got it, we turn up early and can't wait to get them home." Holly laughed. It was true. And she was immediately glad that someone else seemed to understand how she felt, without even speaking to her. "Exactly," Holly replied. "I've never had so much time to myself. I just don't know what to do." "No, me either. I'm Natalie," the girl said with a smile. "I'm Holly." The girls awkwardly shook hands. "Well, Holly, maybe we could kill some time together and have a gossip or something tomorrow after we drop the loves of our lives back here?" "Sure!" replied Holly, a little more enthusiastically than she had intended. She hadn't really had any girlfriends since she was 14. The other girls at school didn't want to know the school slut, and the others she'd come into contact with since were just acquaintances - she hadn't had any close gal pals to confide in. She immediately had a good feeling about Natalie; she was about the same age and at least as pretty as she was, she had a strange feeling they could be close friends. As James came out, she saw that he was with a new little friend. As they came toward Holly, she realized that James' new friend was Natalie's son. "Well, look at that, it looks like our little men have made friends as well," Natalie commented with a sexy, intriguing sideways grin. Holly's heart skipped a beat as she glanced at Natalie. There really was something about her. After both girls had squatted down and checked that their boys were well and had all of their belongings, they stood up to leave. "I'll see you in the morning then, Natalie." "I'm looking forward to it!""Sounds fine to me," said Holly, before both girls kissed their sons goodbye and told them to be good. As they walked to the café, the girls eagerly chatted about their daily lives and respective upbringings. It turned out that Natalie was a year older than Holly at 24 and went to a school in the next town over, where she had lived until the year before. She had never been married, and the only contact her son, Paul, had with his father was 20 minutes at Christmas and on his birthdays, which he thought was his fatherly duty. When the girls arrived at the café, Natalie's mouth hung open as Holly took off her coat to sit down. Holly smiled cutely, nervously. "Jesus!" Natalie proclaimed quietly to Holly when she'd regained the power of speech. "I've seen you in the playground and at the gates several times, and I never knew you had milkers that huge under your coat!" There was a playful, teasing air to Natalie's comment that also revealed itself in her suggestive smile. Holly was still covered up and didn't think her tits actually looked that big in the sweater she had on. There was something about the word she had used, 'milkers', that made her think Natalie wasn't quite the innocent mother she had assumed her to be. Holly looked at Natalie and suddenly saw her in a different light. Natalie was transfixed on the lumps under Holly's woollen top, and her face suddenly oozed lust, a complete change from the doting mum she'd seen at the playground 10 minutes earlier. Holly's tummy flipped as she realized Natalie was checking her out so unashamedly, and it finally hit her just how sexy Natalie was. The sexy lop-sided grin, her feline eyes, her chest-length dark blonde hair...Natalie was a lot more than simply a yummy mummy. Holly had never been attracted to girls before and had certainly never done anything with one, but this girl had her more than a little intrigued. She decided to go with her gut feeling and test the waters. "These?" she eventually said, looking down and squeezing her arms together slightly, pushing her tits up and out under the woollen garment. "They're ok. This top isn't exactly flattering for them, though, believe me!" "Oh, I bet they look delicious," Natalie drooled, before finally realizing where she was and looking up into Holly's eyes. Natalie closed her mouth and smiled that sexy grin again, breaking eye contact to look anywhere else. Holly thought she saw Natalie blush, but she quickly regained her composure. "So, do you always check out a girl's tits so blatantly?" Holly whispered across the table so that the woman behind the counter couldn't hear. "Only beautiful girls with massive ones," Natalie whispered back, leaning forward slightly, with a wink. It was Holly's turn to blush and recompose herself. The girls flirted heavily with each other for the next two hours as they drank coffee and found out about each other's lives, likes and dislikes. Unsurprisingly, they found themselves to be very similar and ended up talking about their favourite TV shows, music and, of course, their sons. Before they knew it, it was time to go and do their errands before collecting their kids. "I'll see you at the gates, but...do you fancy doing this again tomorrow?" Natalie asked. "Absolutely. It beats sitting at home being bored out of my mind!" Holly replied. "But honestly, it's been great talking to someone my own age, and a girl!" "I know what you mean, it feels like I've been locked away with my boy for 4 years, and the only people I've talked to have been blokes!" Natalie confirmed. "Doesn't it! Anyway, see you later!" Holly turned and walked off in the opposite direction to Natalie. A few seconds later, Holly looked back over her shoulder to steal a final glance at Natalie, only to find Natalie doing the same. Holly's heart again skipped a beat. At 2pm, the girls shared a quick catch-up on the events of the previous couple of hours before agreeing to take their boys to the nearby park. It was a grey, damp day, and it had been raining earlier, but they found a fairly dry, sheltered bench to sit on and talked some more as their boys played on the see-saw and swings. "Oh my Gosh!" Natalie exclaimed. "What?" Holly enquired. "The last time I was in this park...I was bent over the swing that Paul is on now." Holly sat with her mouth open in surprise for a moment, before bursting into laughter, quickly followed by Natalie. "You were bent over the swing...doing what, may I ask?" said a curious Holly, still giggling. "Well, I was never the fastest learner, and I thought that's how they were supposed to be used..." quipped Natalie. Holly rolled her eyes and tutted. Natalie emphatically whispered her reply; "Getting fucked, of course! Hard! The guy was pushing the swing forward and letting it...me...slam back on to him. Couldn't afford a sex swing, so that was the next best thing!" Holly laughed harder, followed by Natalie. "Used to do that kind of thing regularly, did you?" "The stories I could tell you, Holly, you wouldn't believe," Natalie continued, with her voice lowered. Holly decided that if she was going to play, she was going to play seriously. "Why wouldn't I believe? You don't think I used to be a filthy slut?" "Jesus!". Natalie stared into Holly's eyes for what felt like an eternity, Holly not knowing whether to laugh or fear the worst. "You WERE, weren't you!" They both laughed again, suddenly feeling much more comfortable in what they could say to each other. Holly lowered her voice further so that the kids definitely couldn't hear them. "Yes. A very dirty fucking slut. But when James came along, I stopped. At first it was because my fucking husband told me we'd be monogamous, and then because I was too busy looking after James. Which was fine, by the way! He means more to me than being a slut ever did!" Natalie matched Holly's lowered tone as she said "You still miss it though, don't you. There's enough room for loving and caring for your son AND being a slut. Especially now they're at school for a few hours a day". "Are you talking about me, or you...or...us?", Holly's sentence became more hushed as it went on. Natalie just looked at Holly - first into her eyes, then her eyes lingered upon her lips, before sensuously licking her own. After a considerable, electrifying pause, she turned back around and sat on the bench normally, looking out across the park. "I was also a nasty slut. Same as you, until my son came along, then I stopped. I never had the husband to be monogamous with, but I just decided to put all of my time and effort into Paul. Don't get me wrong, I've fucked a fair few guys in the last few years, but I haven't done anything like I used to do. There's not a lot I haven't done. And there's not a lot I don't crave to do again. Sitting at home last week when Paul was at school and I had a few hours a day spare, I couldn't get it out of my head. At first I wanted to get it out of my head, kept telling myself I'm a relatively good girl these days, and a good mum...but I gave in". Holly was still sat side-on on the bench, looking at her friend. "I have so many questions, mainly about how nasty you were and what you've done. And what do you mean, you gave in - what did you do?" Natalie continued to look out across the park as she answered. "As I said, there isn't much I haven't done. But all I did last week was watch porn and...shove stuff up...you know." Holly moved a bit closer on the bench, moved her upper body forward and, in a playful manner, said "For fuck's sake, Natalie, I think we can drop the fucking pretend good girl act now. We both used to be sluts, I think we can say without hesitation that you shoved stuff up your pussy. Or gash. Or fuckhole. Or...cunt!" she was purring by the end of the sentence. "The only time I've used that word recently is when I call my husband a cunt. I love it." "Yeah, well don't say it too loud, we still need to be good mothers," Natalie said with that tummy-flipping smirk again. "Anyway, yes, I shoved some stuff up my cunt, I tried to scratch the itch, but it didn't work for long. I've been horny non-stop for a week now," Natalie paused, "So what slutty deeds have you done?" "Well, I just fucked a lot of guys, and had a lot of gangbangs. Before I got pregnant, I was working as a receptionist at a mechanics. I'd been there since I'd left school. There were 10 mechanics, including the boss who usually spent most of the day in his office. I spent most of my days on my knees sucking the mechanics off, or in the boss's office taking him and a couple of others up my cunt. My husband worked there - we were together throughout and he joined in. Then we went to the pub pretty much every night and we'd end up with at least two of them fucking me, if not all 10 and a couple of others". Holly stopped what she was saying and looked away for a moment, before looking down at her jeans. "Never fucked a girl before though," she said, before quickly looking away, looking at anything but Natalie, still slightly unsure of how Natalie would take the comment and not wanting to find out by seeing a look of disgust on her face. She felt Natalie's fingers lightly brush the underside of her chin until they came to rest on her left cheek, gently turning her face towards her. She had moved closer and their faces were now just inches apart as they gazed into each other's eyes. "If our kids weren't just over there, you'd be fucking a girl right now." Holly whimpered. An actual whimper. The feeling of lust inside her for this girl just went from fifty to a hundred in a split second. She bit her lip and squirmed on the bench, so many feelings rushing through her body.Her heart was racing, her tummy and guts were flipping and contracting, her pussy was wet, and her hands were shaking. She was desperate. She wanted this girl as much as she'd ever wanted anything. "God damn, you're fucking cute," said Natalie as she witnessed the obvious need within Holly. She could see the effect she was having on her, and she felt exactly the same way. "We need to do this. Now." Holly whimpered again and managed to squeeze out a reply in a little voice: "Buh...but we can't. The boys..." Natalie finally broke her gaze from Holly's eyes and lips and looked at the boys, who were currently playing on a roundabout. She looked around the large, tree-lined park and saw a few other parents with their children. She saw someone that she thought she might know and dragged Holly off with her. When they had gotten closer, Natalie was sure she recognized the older woman. "Hi there, I think our children go to the same school, Flat Hill? I've seen you in the playground, I think? I'm Natalie." "Oh, yes. Hi. I'm Sandra," said the woman in her mid-thirties, shaking Natalie's hand, as her ten-year-old daughter played fetch with her little dog. "And this is Holly. I wouldn't normally ask this, but Holly isn't feeling well, as you can probably see. It's a bit of an emergency, and I need to take her to the pharmacy. I don't suppose there's any chance you could keep an eye on our boys for twenty minutes or so?" "Yes, of course. Poor thing. We'll be here for another 30 minutes yet. I've got two older sons, so I know how to handle boys." Turning to her daughter, Sandra called her and the little dog over, closer to where James and Paul were playing. "Oh, thank you so much, Sandra. They're very good boys, so I'm sure they won't be any trouble for you," Natalie replied as they walked over to the roundabout, before speaking to the boys. "Boys, Holly and I just have to go to the shops to get some boring clothes, so Mrs..." Natalie realized she didn't know Sandra's surname. "Sandra is fine," she said, with a little chuckle. "Okay, Sandra is going to look after you both until we get back. We won't be long, so be on your best behavior, okay?!" Natalie kissed Paul on the forehead, and Holly did the same to James, while reassuring him that she wouldn't be gone long and that she was sure it would be okay if he played with the little dog as well. "Thanks again, Sandra, we'll be back as quick as we can." "No problem, as long as Holly gets what she needs." "I'll make sure she gets what she needs," quipped Natalie, sounding perfectly innocent to Sandra, but Holly knew otherwise and whimpered again. "Poor girl, she must be feeling worse," Sandra said to Natalie. Holly screwed up her eyes and mouth and nodded, her legs half-crossed and holding her lower tummy. Natalie and Holly then scurried off while checking back over their shoulders to see Sandra introducing her daughter and dog to their sons. "They'll be absolutely fine," said Natalie. "No doubt. But where are we going?" asked Holly as they reached the end of a row of trees and closer to the park gates. "Just over here," said Natalie, pointing at an old toilet block that was built in the early 1960s. "In there?! But it will stink. Everyone knows they hardly ever get cleaned, and nothing has been done to them since they were built!" Holly said with a slight tone of disgust. "That, my dear girl, is half the attraction," Natalie smirked. "You dirty bitch, I don't even care, I just need you," Holly said, desperation dripping from her voice. As Holly was about to walk into the Ladies, Natalie grabbed her arm. "Nuh-uh, we're going in the Gents. Less guys around this time of day, it's all mums and their kids. Plus...it'll be dirtier in the mens!" Holly felt her pussy throb, convulse, and leak just at the thought of going into the men's filthy public toilets, let alone having sex with the beautiful girl in them. With a quick check over their shoulders, both girls hurried into the men's toilets and were immediately hit with the smell of stale urine. The old brown floor tiles were all wet, the old aluminum trough urinal was stained and full of toilet paper and a couple of used condoms, and, on further inspection, the three cubicles were covered in all kinds of obscene graffiti and all had broken toilets. "This is absolutely disgusting!" Natalie almost squealed in delight. "Come on, get in here," she said, pulling Holly by the arm into the slightly bigger of the three cubicles. Holly didn't care about the state of the toilets; she was so unbelievably horny that she was very close to just jumping on Natalie and tearing her clothes off back on the park bench. Natalie closed the door and just about managed to lock it, although the lock was nearly broken. The girls just looked at each other for several seconds, neither quite sure what to do next. Taking Natalie by surprise, it was Holly that reacted first. Lunging forward, she pushed Natalie back against the cubicle door, pressing their fully-clothed bodies together. Holly's mouth went straight to Natalie's neck, a passion pounding through her body as she kissed, then sucked, then bit the soft, lightly perfumed skin. Natalie groaned in pleasure and slight pain, her mouth again moving to a lop-sided smirk as her eyes closed. Holly quickly trailed her tongue up Natalie's neck, across her cheek, and found her lips, which teasingly stayed shut. As Holly began kissing her, however, her lips quickly opened, and the pair began making out with a hungry desire neither had ever felt before. Both girls' hands were groping at the others' waists and tits, with Natalie's eventually sliding through Holly's hair and grabbing her head. After 5 minutes, that felt like 10 seconds, Natalie pulled Holly's head back away from her own and opened her eyes to see Holly's eyes shut, mouth half open, and her wet, pink tongue still searching for hers. "So fucking adorable," Natalie thought to herself. "Come on, we haven't got much time...get naked," Natalie instructed Holly. "Naked? But where will I put my clothes? They'll get filthy and wet." "They'll be alright if we drape them over the back of the toilet. They'll get a bit dirty, but not too bad...it's worth it for this, isn't it?" the feline minx said as she took her coat off and lifted up her top to show her beautifully perky b-cup tits. Holly didn't answer, just began stripping. Just 20 seconds later, both girls were topless. "Holy fuck, you were right - that top didn't do your tits any justice. They're fucking huge, and so full and round." Natalie couldn't resist and latched onto one, licking and sucking on it, as she caressed and squeezed the other one. Natalie began taking her shoes off and stepped barefoot onto the cold, wet floor. The wetness on the floor, she thought, might just be water - the toilet was broken and had overflowed recently, but, even if it was piss, it didn't bother her. Holly was slightly shocked at Natalie putting her cute toes into the filth on the floor, but it also made her lust for her even more. She quickly pulled the rest of her clothing off until they were both stood completely naked on the filthy floor. "Now what?" asked Holly, beginning to shiver. "Let me try to warm you up a bit. Sit on the toilet." Holly looked down behind her. The seat of the toilet was covered in piss, and the thing was full almost to the brim. "Fuck it," she thought, "I've come too far to worry about the filth now, I need Natalie's tongue in my fucking cunt!" As Holly carefully sat her gorgeous round ass down on the piss-soaked toilet seat, she felt another thrill rip through her body, emanating in her pussy and bursting outwards, filling her chest with a sensation that she was addicted to. "Now spread those juicy thighs and let me eat you." Holly didn't hesitate. She slid her feet across the filthy floor as Natalie sank to her knees in it, her face just inches above the full toilet. The few seconds between Natalie's eyes lighting up at the sight of Holly's shaven cunt directly in front of her face and her tongue finally touching her felt like hours, but the second it did, Holly exploded. Natalie hung on for dear life as Holly lost control of herself. "OH FUCK YES, YESYESYES, EAT MY FUCKING CUNT OUT - FU-UH-UH-UH-UHHHHHHHCKING SHIT CHRIST!" she rasped as she rolled her hips and ground her leaking gash into the hungry girl's mouth. Natalie, for her part, was sucking and licking as hard and as fast as she could. The fact that Holly was so sexually charged that she came so hard at the first touch of her tongue made her crave the full-bodied, horny slut even more. A minute of tensing and thrusting later, Holly had a dazed look on her face as if she didn't know what her own name was, let alone where she was. Natalie still had her head between Holly's thighs, but was looking up at her face as she playfully licked her cunt like a kitten. "Heee-eeey," Natalie sung quietly, "Is anyone home?" Holly screwed her face up and rubbed her face with both hands. Not caring about the dirtiness of the toilets anymore, she slumped right back on the toilet, leaning against the cistern. "Fuck," she said. "My head's spinning. That was probably the hardest cum I've ever had, and you barely touched me." Opening her eyes wide and stretching her face, she frowned at Natalie, still between her legs. "Hey," she said, her expression turning to a big smile. "Your turn..."Holly grabbed Natalie's ass, pulling her cunt into her face. The slim and toned slut was also very worked up, especially now she'd had a taste of Holly's pussy. She grabbed her own nipples and pulled on them as she felt Holly's tongue between her legs for the first time. Although she didn't cum as quickly as Holly, it still didn't even take a minute before she was grunting like an animal and struggling not to fall over as she came. Holly licked, sucked and nibbled Natalie's clit before driving her tongue as far up inside her cunt as she could, tasting as much of her juice as possible. The lust boiled over, and spilled into Holly's mouth. Holly decided that she actually rather quite liked eating pussy and would do it a lot more in the future. When Natalie finished cumming, she slid down Holly's body to the floor and rested her head on her juicy tits. "Your cunt tastes so fucking good," Holly purred, licking her lips. "Yours too, sweetie," Natalie replied, dreamily. "Hey, don't go to sleep! We'd better get dressed, make ourselves look presentable and get back to the boys." "But, I wanna stay here, with you, laying in the piss and toilet water, and eat you out again soon," the suddenly sleepy girl said with a cute frown. "God, so do I...soooooo much. But we can't. Come on, get up." Natalie, with the toilet between her legs, slid herself off of Holly and ended up on her front on the floor. Holly stood up and looked down at her new lover and watched as she rubbed her body around in the filth. "Fuck, you're so nasty. It makes my cunt drip," Holly groaned. Staying flat on her front, Natalie looked up using just her eyes, making eye contact with Holly. "What does this do to you?" she asked, before running her lovely pink tongue across the nasty, piss and dirt covered floor. Holly just got on her knees and pulled Natalie's face to hers, again hungrily making out with her friend. Once the kiss was broken, the two looked into each other's eyes for several seconds more. Even though their orgasms had taken a lot out of them, they were still horny and lusting after each other's bodies and minds. Without saying a word, it was Holly's turn to shock. Turning to the toilet, she lowered her mouth to the rim before licking it. Natalie, now squatting, moved her dirty left hand straight to her own pussy and reached her right hand to Holly's, sliding her fingers in hard and deep, masturbating them both furiously as she watched the gorgeous girl lick the disgusting toilet. After Holly had a delicious small orgasm a minute later, she slurped up a mouthful of old piss from the near full toilet, turned to Natalie and spat it over her chest, drooling what remained in her mouth over her own beautiful, heaving tits. Natalie came, not as hard as before - she didn't have that much left to give after the previous orgasm - but it still knocked her for six. "Fuck...come on. We HAVE to go," Holly said, dragging her friend up to her feet, her legs wobbling. Holly helped Natalie get her clothes back on over her piss soaked body before doing the same to herself. By the time Holly was dressed, Natalie had recovered her senses. They finished as they started, with Holly pinning Natalie against the door and making out with her hungrily. "Let's go," said Holly, as she accidentally pulled the lock off of the door as she tried to open it. "Oh well, it'll just make it even hotter next time. When the door won't stay shut, anyone can open the door and watch," said Natalie, with a wink and a smirk. "Mmm, I wish next time could be now, but we'll have to wait until tomorrow morning when we've dropped the boys off at school." The two blondes snuck back out of the toilet and headed towards Sandra and their children. "How long were we?" Holly asked. Natalie pulled her phone out and looked. "Not long, we came so quick. Just about 25 minutes." When they arrived back, it was Sandra that was looking unwell. "Thank you so much for looking after them for us, Sandra. I hope they weren't any trouble?" Holly asked. "No, not at all, they were as good as gold." "Are you ok, Sandra? You're not looking too well yourself, now," Natalie enquired. "What? No, I'm fine. We've got to go now, I'll see you both at school, I expect," said the older woman, before scurrying off quickly, calling for her confused daughter and dog to hurry along. "What's wrong with her?" wondered Holly. "Oh, I don't know," answered Natalie with a glint in her feline eye and that trademark lop-sided smirk.	5
98,539	Cock-Whipped	He shoved his two fingers into her mouth and pushed downward, hooking her, and pulled her toward him. She stumbled over from on her knees and landed in his lap. He grabbed her by the nape of the neck and tugged her head back so that she was now looking up at him. Gaining better leverage by balling his fist up in her hair, he held her head straight and slapped her across the mouth. His cock twitched, and a smirk spread across his face. She had cried out involuntarily and turned red from embarrassment. Flushed fingerprints began to surface. "Shut the fuck up, whore; my little cockslut." She closed her lips instinctively as he began to undo his zipper. Her resistance only made him harder. "My piggy cum-dumpster is going to please 'daddy' tonight, isn't she?" She was silent, and he slapped her firmly across the lips once more. "I said, are you going to please your fucking master tonight?" "Yes, 'daddy'. I promise to please you... anything for you! Hurt me however you'd like." A tear fell from her eye. He reached out and gripped her by the front of the neck and pushed her backwards until she was on her back, slamming her head clumsily on the carpet. She winced. He positioned himself beside her head, pulled his hard cock from his pants, and shoved it into her mouth, going deep with the first thrust. She gagged, and her body attempted to gasp for breath. His cock was rock hard now, and he could feel precum ooze out of him from within her throat, and then pulled out. She took a sharp inhalation of breath and began to cry. He slapped her cheek with his cock and splashed in her tears. "You're not done, my filthy little bitch!" She began to breathe faster, knowing her airways would soon be blocked again. In came his cock, faster and deeper, in and out, tears and mascara dripping from her eyes and onto the carpet beneath her. He reached over and pulled her breast from her bra and pinched her nipple. She shrieked and winced with pain, and her whimpering felt amazing around his cock. He began to ease himself in and out of her mouth, still grabbing at her breast and pawing at her like a rabid beast, cock pulsating in her sore, tired mouth. "Touch yourself, bitch! Touch yourself because 'daddy' fucking your mouth makes you wet. It makes you so fucking horny to be mouth-raped by me, doesn't it, slut? You worship my cock, you cunt!" She reached down with one hand and put it beneath her white cotton panties. "That's right, that's my good little cunt." He twisted her nipple to make her cry out and pushed his cock deep within her throat again, gagging her one, two, three times, and then pulled himself out of her throat and mouth; a long, thick strand of saliva keeping itself latched onto him. He rubbed his spit-covered cock all over her face, smearing her tears and makeup. She continued to rub her clit while he defiled her face, and slapped her across her tits over and over until they began to turn beat red, all the while crying out and rubbing herself faster. "Cum with 'daddy's' cock in your mouth, whore." And with that, he pushed his fingers between her teeth to open her up, and plunged his cock between her swollen lips. Pulling her head all the way back, he shoved his cock into her throat until her lips hit his balls. She began to writhe, and noises came from inside her neck. He shoved a finger inside of her pussy to feel how wet she was, and put his finger into her mouth so she could taste herself. She sucked from his finger eagerly, looked up into his eyes, and smiled.	3
98,618	Thru the Dimensions	Hi there. I'm Kelly. Right now, I'm sitting naked in the garden of Mirax and painting a landscape of the courtyard. Well, I'm not quite naked. I have a small gold chain around my waist and another around my left ankle. Other than that, I am naked. I am not shaved, but I keep a small landing strip of pubic hair. Mirax likes a little bit of hair there; he says that he enjoys the smell. On request, I masturbate for Mirax. It's not often, but he does enjoy my climaxes, which tend to be quite vocal and active. He will help out by tweaking and pinching my nipples. I've got a friend named Judi, and, on occasion, she will visit Mirax with me, and we will make love to each other while Mirax watches. He enjoys watching the two of us make love. And, on occasion, we visit the Gnomes and let them work us over with their hi-tech toys. By the way, it is pronounced "guh-nomz." By now, you may be wondering what this is all about. Who is Mirax? Who am I? And, of course, who are Judi and the Gnomes? Well, please permit me to explain. I am all of five feet tall and weigh ninety-five pounds. I have thick, wavy dark brown hair that falls to the middle of my back. Usually, I ponytail it. I have an athletic shape and a round, spankable bottom. I am a C-cup, and I have oversized nipples and aureoles. The C-cup makes me look top-heavy. I am pretty nice-looking for a girl of my height and weight. Judi is a five-foot-nine honey blonde, with blue eyes, long legs, and a dancer's moves. She has got everything in the right proportion, and has looks men die for. She is a year older than I, and we have been close friends ever since my freshman year in college. I got a job my freshman year stacking books in the school library. Judi had been doing the same thing for a year, and she trained me. We hit it off immediately. We would both go to Starbuck's for coffee after our shifts, and we were becoming fast friends. You see, we both had a common interest, and that interest was the occult and the supernatural. We started doing some research, and the library at school had an extensive collection. We read bad books and watched worse movies. We began experimenting with chanting, incense, and candles. Finally, we went out and bought an old-fashioned Ouija board. We kept playing with the board and learning various techniques that we hoped would help us contact the spirit world. Finally, Judi had discovered an interesting fact. During the Middle Ages, witches, wizards, sorcerers, and the like performed their enchantments with the spirit world "sky clad." "Sky clad" meant the human was naked. This was in case the demon or whatever was contacted required sexual services for payment. We both thought it a bit silly, but decided to give it a try. One Friday night in February, we decided to give it a try. Judi had a room to herself, so we didn't have to worry about someone barging in on us. Around eight, we lit the candles, lit the incense, got naked, set up the Ouija board, and began. We asked the usual questions, like "Who are you?" and "Will you speak to us?" The pointer moved, but not a lot. Instead, something else happened. I felt as if I were being teased and tickled with a feather. First, it started on my arms, shoulders, and neck. Then it moved to my breasts and nipples. I have very sensitive nipples, so I found this delightful. Judi was reporting similar sensations. We were both giggling like two children. Next, the feather moved down to my tummy, and then to my thighs. Now, I had no idea where these sensations were coming from, but I thoroughly enjoyed them and didn't want them to stop, and neither did Judi. When the tickling got to the inside of my thighs, I thought that I would die. I was sitting on the floor, on my heels, with my knees together. Well, I immediately parted my legs. The imaginary tickler moved to my mound, and I thought that I would die. Judi reported the same feeling. I felt the feather over my mound, and I felt it move around to my anus. This thing was showing no mercy to the two of us. We were both going crazy from being tickled by a non-existent feather. Well, in short order, Judi and I forgot all about the Ouija board and fell to lovemaking. Now, neither Judi nor I had any lesbian experience. In fact, we both had boyfriends. She said that her guy had a huge cock and she loved feeling him inside of her. I had a boyfriend who was pretty good, and I loved the sensation of him inside of me, but he never put me over the top. So Judi and I experimented. Our first love play was simply exploring, fingering, and touching. But she made me climax, and I made her climax. I could always climax quickly, so that was why I came first. But we had put each other over the top, and we had both loved it. Now, this became a regular activity. We still saw our boyfriends, but our occult time, as we called it, was our time to make love. We became more sophisticated in our lovemaking, learning how to tease each other to the point of tears before allowing a climax. We both liked oral. As I mentioned, I had very sensitive nipples, and Judi would pinch, twist, and tweak until I was squirming on the floor. I used to suck on Judi's nipples until she would push my head down to her tummy, and then her mound. She loved being eaten, and would climax violently when I nibbled on her pearl. Judi liked to eat me, and would push a finger into my anus while she did it. This drove me wild; I liked having my anus played with. I tried it with Judi, but she didn't much care for anal play. As we got more sophisticated with our love play, we began looking for variations. We purchased vibes and toys. Judi liked a small vibe directly on her pearl. I liked large plastic vibes, of any shape, inside of me. I also liked an egg or beads in my anus. Judi found my squirming hilarious when she popped the beads out of me. Our loving grew more and more sophisticated, with each of us having the ability to tease the other to tears. We always began with candles, incense, and the Ouija board. We always started with a séance and felt the sensations of a feather tickling. And we were loving it. What Judi and I did not realize that this play was going to have some consequences. And neither she nor I had any idea what those consequences would be.	3
98,762	Addio alla Carne	He was sick of it. Cefca was sick of being pushed around by his mortal enemies. He spent many of his days trying to find a way to rid himself of these people he didn't like, especially the former Returners. Even though he released big and powerful creatures into the world, the heroes would always kill them. Hope still reigned in the ravaged world, no matter how much he used the "Light of Judgement". He was all out of ideas, until Majin showed him books of torture written by his very own cult. The concept was not too foreign to Cefca -- despite the fact that he does not feel pain anymore. So he tapped into some of this literature and learned about every single torture device that humankind came up with. And it excited him. "At last, these are the total devices that could wipe out anyone against me!" Cefca said to himself gleefully. "I could wipe out those bastards that think they could ruin my reign. Where are the fallen Genjyu?" Cefca started looking around his magic rock and Genjyu collection, searching for the very being willing to maim and torture his worst enemies. Then he remembered something... He remembered the fallen Genjyu that would do anything to get even with Cefca's enemies. Though she looked female, she had both male and female body parts and wore a skimpy top and a sarong to hide what's between her legs. That Genjyu's name was Agonia. Cefca showed Agonia every book that was written about torture and educated her on how to torture his worst enemies. As Agonia learned about all these techniques, Cefca was pleased as punch that she'd be willing to do his biddings. Now all that was left was to choose one of the former Returners to torture. It would be Celes Chere, the Rune Knight. She stirred emotions and hatred in him to the point of rage. But what he did understand was that she was actually quite sensitive, emotionally, and that is what turned him on. Cefca was truly looking forward to subjecting lovely Celes to Agonia's hideous skills. It would be a truly marvelous revenge on the former Returners. It was late afternoon, Celes was out in the vast field, practicing her skills at magic abilities on various monsters. She was dressed in her usual gold bodysuit and pants, which was skin-tight and revealed a little of her body. And quite a lovely body it was, too -- firm and lean from years of battles. As she continued to work out, she was unaware of the horror that awaited her. Finishing her workout, she grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat from her forehead, when all of a sudden, the valley started getting overrun by evil demons. Before she had a chance to react, five of them lunged at her and grabbed her, holding her securely. She struggled mightily against them, but to no avail. They all took off with her, leading her through Cefca's tower. The twisted, eerie place sent chills down her spine, but Celes did not want to show her fear to the enemy, knowing that these creatures thrive off such emotions. The creatures presented her before Cefca himself. "Ah Celes. At last, the beginning of the end has come for you." Celes was scared, but she did not let her fear show through. "You won't get away with this. The others have survived and will make you pay for your sins!" Cefca laughed. "I think not, Celes. I have something special planned for you. Bring her to 'the room'." The demons dragged Celes through a dreary hallway caveman-style. The doors creaked open, and what appeared before Celes was something so terrifying beyond her imagination. They all appeared in what appeared to be some sort of torture chamber. Every weapon in the room shone and glistened, the whips hung next to the blades. There was also a table to strap down victims, as well as chain cuffs hanging from the ceiling. Agonia looked over at Celes and smiled wickedly. "Take off your clothes!" "Why should I?" Celes chided. "I'm not stripping in front of everyone." "Oh yeah, bitch?" Agonia snarled as she started to hurl ball lightning at her. "I drained your magic so you can't fight back. How do you like that?" Celes had no other choice but to undress in front of everyone. She also removed her boots, her gloves, and all her jewelry. Celes was butt naked before she even had a chance to gasp, and there was nothing to cover up her nudity. The floor felt as cold as ice on her bare feet. "Come here," Agonia commands. Celes walks near her, and as she does, Agonia chains Celes' hands to the chain cuffs that dangled from the ceiling. She was bound from the ceiling, and her feet were slightly dangling below. When she looked up, she saw that Agonia was standing right in front of her. She put out her hands and cupped the firm breasts of the Rune Knight and former general, and began to fondle them. She tweaked Celes' nipples with her thumb and index finger as she squeezed her breasts. Celes was overwhelmed with shame and terror and closed her eyes and groaned. "What's the matter?" mocked Agonia. "Don't you like this?" Agonia had correctly pinned Celes' response to this psychological torture -- she was humiliated and felt even more helpless and vulnerable than she had before. Head turned away from the awful Genjyu, she closed her eyes and was trying to think about something, ANYTHING but the beast that was fondling her naked body, when the offending hands finally stopped caressing her body. She opened her eyes and saw that Agonia was standing before her holding a whip. Not just any whip, but a Cat o' Nine tails whip. Indeed, only some bruises would remain once the whipping was finished. Agonia held the whip in front of Celes' face so she could eye the full terror of the device. The only times when she was badly beaten is when soldiers back at South Figaro were punching and kicking her after she questioned their authority. Not to mention that time on the Floating Isle that Cefca nearly shoved her off the cliff. But both of those times, Locke and Shadow would be there to save her. Her parental figure, Cid del Norte Marguez, never even spanked her and tried everything he could to spoil her rotten. But this was totally different. She was totally alone here, no one to save her from this fate. "This is my favorite part!" the psychotic Genjyu cackled as she held out her whip. Celes looked at the ceiling, preparing herself for the upcoming pain. Agonia brought her arm back and swung the whip. Celes could hear it whoosh through the air, and then her back got lashed. Her mouth went open in a silent gasp of pure agony, and then the whip hit her again on the back. The agony here was intense. And once again, her back was greeted with pain. Her eyes began to fill with tears, and the blood rushing through her ears was blocking out most of the other sounds. She began to twist, desperately trying to avoid the blows, but Agonia would take careful aim and strike her. The whip landed on Celes's back and butt over and over and over again. Celes continued to twist and writhe as her beating continued.Although she was determined not to scream or cry, tears began to flow down her cheeks, and each time a blow landed, a cry of misery would escape her lips. "The others will know about this!" Celes thought to herself. She tried everything she could to keep her spirits up. But each time she thought the whipping was over, and that Cefca's horrible laughter would stop, there was another hissing sound and then more pain came back. Cefca came to Celes, grabbed her by the hair, and twisted her pretty face towards his. "Enjoying yourself, little whore?" taunted Cefca. Celes looked at him through tear-filled eyes and was trying to think of something to say, but the whip landed and she let out a cry. Finally, the whipping stopped and Celes was allowed to hang, sweat running down her firm, naked body. Two demons each grabbed one of her legs, spread her legs, and tied her ankles to poles. She was hanging vertically in mid-air. Agonia approached her, and Celes trembled in fear. Agonia held the whip in front of Celes' face. Celes closed her eyes and turned her head away from the whip, but Agonia grabbed her by the hair and made her look the Genjyu in the eye. "Watch what's happening to you." Agonia allowed the whip to run over her face, her shoulders, her breasts, nipples, and stomach. Finally, she walked between Celes' legs and began to stroke her twat and pubic hair. Celes moaned in agony and closed her eyes, once again turning her head away from what was happening to her. Then, Agonia grabbed Celes' pubic hair and gave a yank. Pain shot through her and her eyes popped open, and she squealed. Then Agonia drew back the whip. "Dear god..." cried Celes as Agonia sent the whip into her twat. Celes screamed a piteous scream of pain as the whip struck her pussy. And yet the vicious monster continued to send the whip flying into Celes' twat. After seven strokes, Celes fainted. Agonia calls for Majin, and the winged god throws cold water into the helpless woman's face. And once Celes is awake, the whipping continues. The chamber was becoming a total cesspool to Celes, the intense agony she feels being compounded by her shame at being naked, and the horrible sounds of her screams mixing with Cefca's joyous laughter. Celes was struck forty times in the twat, she screamed and sobbed until she was knocked into unconsciousness. Agonia was having quite a blast doing what she did. "Yeah! This is fun! Revive her, so I can beat her more!" Cefca, however, disagreed. "No, I think we should take this day by day." "Oh, all right. You win, master." Agonia sighed as she put away the cat o' nine tails. Celes was finally awakened when she was thrown into a small cage and the door locked. "Sleep well, pitiful being, for there is more pain coming! Finally, master Cefca is getting his revenge!! Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha!" mocked Kishin as he locked her in. Once she was left alone, she threw herself down and began to cry, great heaving sobs. Finally, she composed herself. The others would save her, she thought. Lock, Setzer, and the others -- they always managed to stick together whenever there was trouble. She had somehow managed to survive her ordeal today, and they would all come here soon to rescue her. Even though the world ended, the heroes would try everything they could to stay together, and there's no reason to believe that this time would be any different. They had to come and save her -- she wasn't sure how much more of this treatment she could take. Meanwhile, back on the Falcon (Airship), Edgar put in a new device that watched whatever Cefca and his minions were doing. He tries everything he could to work out all the bugs he found. The former Returners also relied on the magic rocks to give out the news of what Cefca was doing. All of a sudden, the "Eye of Heaven", Edgar's new viewing orb, started to give out emergency signals. Edgar, Mash, Lock, Setzer, Cayenne, Mog, Stragus, and Relm all went into the room to see what the problem was. "What happened?" Lock asked. "Where's Celes? How come she hasn't come back from training yet?" The message on the orb told them that "one former Returner has been captured by Cefca and doesn't know what he is planning to do with her." This all shocked the former Returners. If Celes was being held there, then there may not be any way for them to rescue her. "What happened to Celes? Where the hell is she?" Lock demanded. The orb told them the sight of Celes in Cefca's lair is disturbing and it takes plenty of courage. They stared at the Eye of Heaven, and the image that greeted them was Celes, naked, with her hands bound over her head. Immediately, the sight of Celes' voluptuous body gave Lock, Edgar, and Setzer hard-ons, of which they were instantly ashamed and hoped that nobody else noticed. But the scene soon shifted, and images of Celes being whipped showed up. The heroes were horrified at the sight of Celes being whipped and beaten, and Relm buried her face in her hands, sobbing. "This can't be happening! What will we do?" cried Relm. "Oh Grandpa!" The scene suddenly shifted to a Genjyu named Agonia. The Eye of Heaven gave out her name, her elemental weakness (since she's of the dark element, she is weak to holy), and her past as being a fallen Genjyu, a creature so fierce and manic that it even struck fear into others of the Genjyu clan. The orb did not know where in Cefca's tower she is being held, but everyone was determined to go there immediately and put an end to this. "Thou shalt help!" cried Cayenne, and everybody nodded their consent. "There isn't much we can do for her now," said Setzer. "All we can do is to try to find her, and pray that she can remain strong." "Hold on, Celes!" Lock said in an optimistic tone of voice. "We'll be there!" Celes couldn't remember when she finally was able to sleep or how long she was allowed to sleep, but she was rudely awakened by her cage being shaken. It was Majin hovering over her cage. She was very sore and stiff from the previous day's punishment, but she was refreshed and had regained some of her composure, and so she tried to cover her nakedness. Her cage was opened, and Majin ordered Kishin to drag her out. Held by the arms, she is brought down a long corridor until they reach a large door. The door opened, and Celes was brought inside. She tried to swallow her fear at seeing that she was back in the torture chamber, and Agonia and Cefca were standing there waiting for her. Struggling helplessly, Celes realized that she was nowhere near as powerful as the brainwashed gods of magic started putting a restraining order on the poor young woman and strapped her to a table. Two thick straps hold her down, one below her breasts and the other above her crotch and pubic hair. She was exposed and helpless. "Good morning, Celes. Ready for today's activities?" Cefca taunted. "I know I sure as hell can't wait, could you, Agonia?" "Hell no. This is gonna be fun!" Celes, through her fear, looked up at the madman and tried to be firm. "The others will be here soon! You're just wasting your precious time." Cefca stood there and laughed his head off. "You stupid cunt. You really believe your friends are going to rescue you?" "Come on, master, what are we to do with her?" Agonia groaned impatiently. Cefca started to light a fire, and a needle levitated above the fire. "Take this, and poke her in her vulnerable areas." "Okay, master." Agonia cheered as she took the red-hot needle from the fire. It was a simple task, but very effective. Agonia stuck the needle into Celes' tender flesh. Celes looked on with trepidation as the needle was heated, and she winced in pain as the burning-hot sharp tip of the needle touched her skin. She bit her tongue, determined not to give them the satisfaction of hearing her scream. Agonia kept the needle hot, and since it was a needle, it didn't leave any marks, but because it was sharp and hot, it caused searing pain wherever on Celes' lovely flesh it touched. Agonia carefully stuck it in her armpits, her breasts, her nipples, her legs, her belly button, all over her firm, lovely body. Celes started to slightly contort in pain. After that, Agonia pulled out a small chocobo prod and started to approach Celes. The Genjyu started to tease Celes with it. "You know what this is? Hmmm?" "Stop it, STOP IT NOW!!!" Celes shrieked. Cefca and Agonia looked at each other and started laughing. "Hey, you didn't let me show you what this does!" Agonia laughed as she started to put a piece of metal above the helpless woman. Everything about it terrified Celes, the humming sound, and the sheer amount of electricity that spewed forth. "Now, it's time to use it on you! AH HA HA HA HA HA!!!" "Oh no! Please, don't!" Agonia immediately aimed the probe towards her navel and started to press the button. "AAAAAAAAAACK! NOOOOOOOO!" Agonia pressed the probe to Celes' firm stomach and pressed the button. A searing, burning pain shot through Celes, and she screamed in pain and anguish. Agonia moved the prod to her armpit and held it there for a moment, savoring Celes' horror. "Oh, no, please, please no YAAAAAH!!!" The prod sent its jolts of pain through Celes' armpit. Agonia was having quite a blast with using the prod. She started to shock her on the legs, her arms, her hands, her feet. Now Agonia rubbed the cold object against Celes' left breast and pinched her pink nipple. "This is my favorite part!" "Please, stop this madness!" Celes protested, but Agonia started laughing. Agonia pressed the button and aimed the prod at her nipple. "AAAAAAAAACK! OWWWW!" She strained mightily at the bonds holding her firmly, with pitiful screams of misery pouring from her open mouth. Cefca howled with laughter at her suffering, and she mercifully fainted away from the pain. "Get up, bitch!" Cefca snarled as he poured cold water on Celes to revive her.As soon as she was fully awake, the pain from the day's torture came rushing back, and she began to moan and sob. The sight of this lovely woman, Celes Chere, who had caused him such trouble in his life was now feeling real agony. That raised Cefca's spirits sky high. "I can't wait to see what darling little Agonia has planned for you." Agonia slid a small rolling table next to Celes' head. "Look what's next!" Celes gasped in terror. She saw some rock-hard hammers. Agonia took one of the hammers and started to pound on Celes' pinky. "ACK. STOP!" Agonia finished pounding her pinks and performed the same task on her ring finger, her middle finger, and index finger on her right hand. Celes was wild with agony, which was quite the turn-on for Cefca and Agonia. Agonia finished pounding her right hand, rolled the table around to the other side. Celes saw that Agonia was going to pound her other hand with the hammer, and desperately tried to close her hands to escape or something, anything to avoid the pain. Agonia knew that the psychological torture she was inflicting by making Celes wait and dread the next torture was almost as effective as the actual physical pain itself. Soon, despite the screams which echoed off the walls of the torture chamber, Agonia started to ferociously pound Celes' left-hand fingers. Celes' cries of pain echoed off the walls of the torture chamber as the hammer hit all her fingers. Then, Agonia went to the end of the table, where her feet were bound. Celes looked, in horror, through her tears and saw Agonia stroking her lovely toes. "Oh god no. Please don't do this!" Celes whined. She tried to wiggle her toes, but Agonia grabbed the little toe. Celes gasped in horror as she felt the cold and clammy skin of the Genjyu's hands hold her delicate bare foot. There, her toes were met with the hammer, being crushed and bruised badly. "Oh god no! Please have mercy on me." Cefca waved Agonia to halt. "God you say? Ha! I am a god now and as my will of a divine being, you are going to DIE, slowly and PAINFULLY! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!" Cefca waved to Agonia to resume the torture. She started to hammer away at her feet, making them black and blue. "Oh god, no! Please no…." Cefca was now wallowing in Celes' agony and terror and laughed wickedly at her misery. "Hurt her more! Make her black and blue!" Agonia smiled wickedly and goes to Celes' other slender foot and started to pound violently at all her toes. The pounding of the hammer was at full force. Agonia managed to drag out Celes' misery to an incredible level. It was like nothing she has ever felt before. "STOP IT! DON'T DO THIS. OH PLEASE NO, NO, NO, YAAAAAAAH!" Celes' pain overwhelmed her very being -- she screamed and tossed herself wildly, desperately throwing herself against the straps, twisting her feet, trying to get away. But there was no escape this time! The straps held her firmly, and Agonia's strong, but lithe hands and fingers held her busted toes firmly in place for torture. Screams, cries, moans, and hideous laughter filled the room. "Now what am I to do now? Her toes are busted?" Agonia sighed. "Oh, try using this on her 'special area'. MWA HA HA HA HA HA HA!" Cefca laughed. Celes began to tremble and quake at what may lay in store for her. Agonia took two clips and approached her crotch. "What the fuck are you thinking? Stop it, you hear!" pleaded the woman, but Agonia just smiled and clipped the electrodes to each wall of Celes' virgin twat. Her pussy was already sore from where she had been whipped previously, and each clip hurt as it was attached. Agonia fastened the other end of the clips to a machine, turned it on, and Celes was filled with terror as she heard it hum. "Wait!" commanded Cefca. "Since her friends have created a device to watch over us, we shall show this image to them." Back at the airship, Celes' comrades were busy trying to locate her when her image was displayed on the Eye of Heaven. What they were about to see was going to be a total shock to them. "Look!" Stragus shouted. Everyone were all able to see Celes and the condition she was in. They were horrified as Cefca himself filled the image. "Look what will become of Celes!" Cefca taunted. "Look here Celes, there's your friends." He pointed to the image that materialized before them and Celes finally got to get a good look at her friends. "Oh god, please help me!" Celes wailed. "Please don't let them hurt me anymore. I hate it! Don't let them torture me like this! Please……..ACK!" The electrode torture started up again. Agonia started sending shocks through her body, so that every part of her pussy gets shocked. Her body flailed wildly at her bonds. Her pitiful screams of terror cut through the heroes like a hot knife through butter. Her vagina and pubic hair was getting burned badly to the point it drove her nuts. "See you later!" Cefca said, smiling. "Good luck trying to come here!" The image faded, but Celes' torment continued unabated, as the searing, tearing agony coursed through her vagina and crotch. Her head whipped from side to side as she screamed and shrieked in pain. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the pain overwhelmed her and she fainted. "Damn, what a killjoy," Agonia grumbled. "Oh well, time to put her in the cage." Agonia started to remove the clips from her tortured twat and un-strapped the tortured woman. Celes was thrown into her cage by Majin, and locked in. Even though she was fed and cleansed, they left her alone. Pain and Anguish overwhelmed her and she began to cry, great weeping sobs. "How could this have happened? Why me?" The pain from her ordeal continued to remind her of her fate as the poor woman cried pitifully until exhaustion overtook her and she finally fell asleep. Lock had to be held back from his urge to break the Eye of Heaven. "You got to do something!" The orb started to apologize and was still trying to think of where in Cefca's tower Celes is located. It also told them to have more courage and strength, since Cefca's plan was to cause fear and anguish to them. They also were told to remain in control of all this. "Us in control?" Mash shouted. "Us in control? DID YOU ACTUALLY SEE CELES GET TORTURED? HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT? WE MUST DO SOMETHING!" "People, calm down!" Cayenne shouted. "We shall stick together in crisis like this." Cayenne's words were logical, and a sense of calm settled over the room and Relm broke down into hysterical crying. "This is terrible! I never knew this could happen to us!" "Any ways to find her, kupo?" Mog asked. Edgar shook his head and sighed. "I'm sorry, but Cefca did a good job blocking out where she is in the tower. I don't know how to unblock this device." Setzer was red with anger and started to shake Edgar violently. "I am sick and tired of this shit. Can't your device do anything….." All of the sudden, Setzer started to calm down and realized he was losing it. "…..Oh god, I'm sorry Edgar. It's just that Cefca, he's driving me mad." "I know and I completely understand." Edgar said calmly. "I'll keep working on it." "Please, you have to save her." cried little Relm. "This is just terrible!" "Don't worry Relm." Stragus calmly said, comforting his granddaughter. "We'll find her. And Cefca will pay for this!" "The old man is right, kupo." said Mog. "We must remain firm and strong, kupo. I'm certain you all can overcome it, kupo." Lock and Setzer both muttered their consent. They'll all find Celes, not to mention they'll also have revenge for what Cefca has done. Daytime arrived, or what Celes assumed was daytime, since there are no windows and light going through the twisted tower. She lay down in her cage, the dull aches of yesterday's torture still overwhelmed her voluptuous body. Her fingers and toes were broken, black and blue. Her pussy was still sore from where the prod hit her. The hope of being rescued was the only thing keeping her alive. Her friends have seen her, Celes had to believe that Cefca was so pleased with what was happening that he may have slipped up. Although the entity inside the Eye of Heaven machine was programmed to keep an eye out for Cefca, it was totally overwhelmed by what the madman was doing all this time. She knew that device would know where she is. And her friends, they all have seen her like this and were on their way to rescue her. She was overcome by tears flowing down her face. Not from the pain she was in, but the shame she felt. It was in the middle of this last burst of tears that Cefca and two demons entered the room. Celes struggled to get control of herself. "Ah, I see you've been crying again dear Celes. I enjoy hearing you cry. It is like music to the ears." Cefca taunted. "There's also another sound I like to hear, and that is you screaming in agony!" As Cefca opened the cage, the two demons flew out and carried off Celes. She struggled and screamed, but the demons were way stronger than her and it was all futile. As she returned back to the torture chamber, Agonia awaited her with a wicked smile on her face. She strapped the helpless woman to the table again and started to show her some small branding iron. "Look here, look at this little iron I have for you." "Oh dear…." Celes thought to herself as Agonia started to rub the branding iron up against her face. But the iron was cold as ice. "Damn, I forgot to heat it up." Agonia pouted as she started to magically heat up the branding iron and slightly touched Celes's face with it. "Ow, it BURNS!" Celes shouted. The woman was awash in fear as the Genjyu taunted her. She lay in her bonds, squirming, trembling, visibly trembling in terror as Agonia teased her. "Is it hot enough? Let's find out! HA HA HA HA!!!" Agonia laughed as she brought the iron near Celes' right breast. "No, please, DON'T YOU DARE! No…..ARGH!" The pain of the burn was excruciating.Agonia moved the iron to Celes' armpit, which was already wet with sweat, and burned her. Celes screamed in pain as the branding iron left a good-sized burning mark on her flesh. Agonia made Celes flip to her backside and started branding her back and buttocks. "STOP IT! IT HURTS..." "Are you saying I should stop having fun with you?" Agonia frowned. "Two words: YEAH RIGHT!" Celes lay on the table, panting and gasping for air. Sweat dripped down the entire length of her body. Her shapely breasts slightly heaved as she sucked in all the air she could get. In the haze of her very being, now, she heard the Genjyu call her name. "Hee hee, oh Celes..." Agonia giggled. "Come take a peek at what's in store for you." She turned to look at the beast, and she gasped in terror and began to pull wildly at her bonds. Agonia was standing before her and had removed the sarong and the underpants that had covered her below. To Celes' horror, she found out that Agonia had both a vagina and a penis. Celes started to struggle in horror at what she saw. She was a virgin, of course, but she knew about the "birds and the bees." She was starting to think that Lock, or maybe Setzer would be her first. Not this hermaphrodite beast. And the other thing about her penis was that it was of good size and very muscular. Celes was afraid that it would be too big for her twat. Agonia approaches her from behind and started to push the tip of her dick inside Celes. The mad Genjyu has spent much of the past few days torturing Celes' genitalia, so they were aflame with pain as is, so she could only shudder at the thought of what they would feel like with Agonia's member inside her. "Oh dear god, don't do this!" cried Celes. But knowing Agonia, she stuffed her dick all the way into the poor woman, making her hymen explode, and started to violently push back and forth. "Aaaah, Gaaaawd...!" "Hee hee hee, I feel my pleasure rising," Agonia lustfully shouted. Agonia pushed and shoved as hard as she could, and Celes started to scream and wail. She felt like Agonia's dick was ripping her apart, that she was splitting the woman wide open and tearing her into shreds. There was nothing else in her life but the bloated, muscular dick rubbing inside her tortured pussy and the agonizing, relentless pain. "MWA HA HA HA HA!!! Feel the pain. Shred the cunt to pieces!" Cefca shouted in glee. His laughter and Celes' wailing were echoing through the whole tower. Agonia, being a hermaphrodite, could not ejaculate (the non-consensual sex was something she felt would be an effective torture, and it was), so she simply continued to shove herself inside Celes until she felt Celes had reached the limit of her pain endurance. And when that happened, she removed herself from Celes' tortured pussy. Her screams stopped, and she collapsed back on the table. Celes lay face down, praying to herself that it was finally over, when all of a sudden, she felt the Genjyu on her back again. She could feel Agonia's penis rubbing against her anus, and she went wild. She struggled and screamed and thrashed and begged. But she felt the mad Genjyu's hands grip her buttocks, and with a mighty push, the tip of her cock entered Celes' ass. Celes' eyes bugged open as her asshole stretched to receive the end of Agonia's dick. The pain was so great that it took Celes by surprise, and she didn't even scream, just gasped. "AAAAAH...GOD...OH GOD...!" Then with a great big push, Agonia shoved her whole penis through Celes' ass. Celes tried everything she could to expel the creature's dick, but it was no use. Agonia's dick started to rip through her tender anus. She screamed and contorted and drooled in terror, but this just only entertained Cefca and Agonia even more so. Celes was being humiliated beyond her wildest nightmares. "OH LORD, I WANT TO DIE! I WISH I WAS DEAD! OH LORD, OH LORD!" Finally, mercifully, after what seemed an eternity to the helpless suffering of Celes, pure pain overwhelmed her senses, and she passed out. Agonia decided she had had enough for the day, and she sent Majin to put the unconscious Celes in her cage. Celes did not know how it happened, but she slept for quite a while. Suddenly, as she lay in the cage, the commotion started, and both Majin and Kishin were in the room. The door to her cage was flung open, and the two deities grabbed her by her mangled hands and mangled feet. Before her, stood Cefca in all his dark and twisted glory. With a mighty effort, Celes tore free from the deities and threw herself at Cefca's feet. They tried to grab her again, but Cefca waved them off and listened to what the miserable woman had to say. "Please, Cefca, please, I can't take anymore, please I'll do anything, please no more, I'll do anything. I'll have the world surrender to what you want. Please no more, I just can't take it!" whimpered the battered woman. All resistance was gone; she felt she couldn't stand another session of torture. "So, you are going to have your friends and comrades surrender to me?" Cefca asked. "Yes, I will. I'll tell them all to give up." "Very well, then," Cefca said calmly. "Perhaps I have achieved my purpose here. Follow me!" Celes' face lit up with hope as Majin and Kishin grabbed her. She thought that Cefca was going to let her go finally. They walked past the door leading to the torture chamber, and Celes felt relieved. He was going to let her go! Tears of joy filled her eyes, and they finally came to a door she hadn't seen before. Probably the way out, she thought. Cefca opened the door and, with a flourish, had her enter. Majin and Kishin dragged her inside, and as she entered the room, she threw back her head and screamed. "You lying son of a bitch! How could you?" Celes shouted at the top of her lungs. "I couldn't help it. Plus, Agonia loves to play with you. I can't let her down, she'd be very pissed and manic if I let you go," Cefca told her. "Screw that she-male whore!" With Celes saying that, Cefca slapped her face hard. "How dare you belittle my darling servant. She just likes to have fun." With those words, Agonia ran up to Celes and looked excited. "Today is your unlucky day, girl!" Agonia cheered as she stuck a syringe into Celes' arm. The medicine was burning her body. "This stimulant will keep you from passing out." Celes lay panting on the table as she was securely strapped in. Agonia approached her naked body, and she began to gasp and tremble. Her voice was a low rasp, reduced to this by the enormity of her pain. "Please... no more... no more..." the pitiful woman whimpered. Her lip trembled, and she shook with fear as Agonia began fondling Celes' right breast, tweaking the delicate, pink nipple. "Look here! I found a sander," taunted Agonia, and she put the sandpaper into the sander and began to use it on Celes' nipple. At first, the pain wasn't that bad, but shortly the rough paper scraping away at the exposed flesh of the nipple sent waves of pain through Celes. She began to thrash and moan, but Agonia continued to run and rub until her nipple was a mass of blood and exposed flesh. "Let's move to the other nipple!" Agonia said cheerfully as she started to use the sander on Celes' left nipple. She rubbed with all her might until that nipple was ground to a pulp. "Well, that was well, blah," Agonia sighed. "Now what to do with her hands and feet...Ah, I got it!" Celes started to thrash in terror as Agonia was readying herself to cast a Firaga spell on Celes' hands and feet. "What the hell...No, please no!" "FIRE!" Agonia shouted. The fire started to land on Celes' hands and feet. She could smell the flesh burning her hands and feet. It burned and burned until there was only muscle tissue left. "Ah, the smell of flesh cooking," Cefca said. "You just can't beat that!" Meanwhile, the heroes decided to storm Cefca's tower. However, it was not an easy task, since his tower is so vast and overrun with monsters, but everyone was determined to save Celes. Three groups were formed. Group one was Edgar, Mash and Lock. Group two was Setzer and Mog. Group three was Cayenne, Stragus and Relm. Cayenne felt like protecting the old man and ten-year-old child. "Celes! We're going to save you!" Lock shouted as all three groups jumped from the airship and made their way into Cefca's tower. Thoughts of what has become of Celes have overwhelmed them and made them more determined to save their comrade and friend. After the shattered finger bones and toe bones were pulled out of poor Celes, Cefca started to eye her and was thinking of something to say. "Any last words, Celes?" He asked. "Go eat shit!" Celes spat. Agonia and Cefca were very displeased. "Agonia, cut her tongue out!" Cefca commanded. So Agonia sets Celes' tongue on a hook and started to cut out Celes' tongue with one of the Genjyu's own daggers. "You know, master, I always want to skin something and use its skin as leather. Hell, I even like a wig and be able to disguise myself. Plus, not all of her body will go to waste. What do you say about that?" "Oh Agonia, that sounds like a beautiful thing to do!" Cefca said, tears of joy running down his face. So Agonia grabbed out both her daggers and started to cut through Celes' leg. As she did that, she started to remove all the skin in one piece. The poor woman tried to struggle out, but she was going into stages of severe shock. Agonia moves on to the other leg and started to skin it until it was all blood and muscle tissue. Celes felt like she was losing a lot of blood and struggled less. Cefca looked into the miserable woman's face and began to laugh out some evil laughter of sadism and nihilism. With the laughter ringing in her ears, Celes' body gave a couple of convulsions and then was still. "She's gone into a major stage of shock and soon, she'll die!" Agonia cheered."Now let me skin her torso, face, and scalp off, and my outfit will be complete." Agonia stood Celes up on the table and started to skin her whole torso area. Her body just couldn't take it anymore. The loss of blood made her very weak and lethargic. She started to have death throes, and finally, her lifeless body just laid there, with all the blood drained out of her. "Hey, she's not moving anymore, and do you know what that means?" Cefca said. "Yeah, the bitch is dead. Celes is DEAD! AH HA HA HA HA HA!!!" Agonia laughed as she finished skinning off Celes' lovely face, struck with terror, and her scalp, so she could use it as some sort of a wig. But first, she had to dry and tan the skin before putting it on. "Nothing like fresh leather off a lowly creature!" "Behold! Celes is dead!" exclaimed Cefca. Cries of "Hail Cefca!" rang through the tower, as his servants cheered on their leader in his moment of glory. Standing over the skinned corpse of the woman who once was Celes Chere, Cefca drank in everyone's praise and felt ready to take on his rightful place as ruler of the world! He handed the skinned corpse to the creatures who cooked the food for him and started to use every piece of Celes' body. Nothing was going to waste. After fighting some monsters, the heroes were almost there to Cefca's domain. The odd cheering for the madman sent chills down everyone's spine. "I'm scared, kupo!" "Don't be scared, if we can kick monster ass, we can kick Cefca's ass!" Setzer cheered. "Don't let his minions get you down." "Oh my, I just can't stand the thought of Celes being there." Relm said glumly. "Don't worry, things will work out," Stragus calmly told her. As the three parties met each other, they were ready to storm Cefca's main room. But an eerie feeling started to overcome the heroes as they felt Cefca's presence. Before them, Cefca stood, and so did his servant, all dressed in Celes' hide and clothing. "Oh Lock baby!" Agonia taunted. "Didn't you miss me?" "What is this all about?" Lock shouted. Agonia approached Lock and opened the mouth of her "mask," showing her own lips through it. "Come on guys, GIVE ME A KISS! HA HA HA HA HA!!!" Agonia shouted. It came to everyone's mind that it was Cefca's servant wearing Celes' skin as a costume and was dressed in her clothing. Relm screamed in terror, and even strong-boy Mash started to feel sick to his stomach. "This is what became of Celes!" "Look behind you!" Cefca commanded. "This ground meat and powdered bones was once Celes' body! Don't worry, I'm kind enough to feed my servants. At least my servant won't starve." "You bastard! Why did you kill her and torture her to death?" Setzer shouted in anger. "You're not going to get away with this!" "Oh yes I am. Hey Agonia, who do you want to take care of next?" "Oh, I don't know. There's so many choices. I can't just pick one." And with the psychotic Genjyu saying those words and threatening to torture the other heroes into making them surrender, Lock, Setzer, and everyone else cast the warp spell and were back on the airship. "Oh god, who knows Cefca would summon a powerful being to take care of us all?" Edgar said in dismay. "This is going too far." "I think we need to practice our skills a little more and always stick together, so Cefca won't have to put us through what Celes went through." "But how are we going to tell everyone?" Relm sobbed. "Yeah, especially Tina, Cid, and the others. Especially since Tina, Gau, and Umaro are in Mobliz." The tragedy caused quite a stir. The former Returners told their other friends about Celes' horrible death. Cid, Tina...they all broke down crying. Their special someone had been tortured to death and cannibalized by Cefca's minions. At Thamasa, Relm and Stragus sought help for their mental trauma and were getting treatment. The brutal death was like nothing they had seen before. It took a lot of courage and guts to overcome this traumatizing event and decide to return to the airship after they were done coping with their losses and after Stragus learned some of the most powerful blue magic. Gau, the wild boy, was rather distressed when he heard about the "opera diva" Celes being tortured to death. "That girl sang beautiful music dead? No, that couldn't happen!" Tina and Cid, however, were the saddest of the group. Celes was like a friend to Tina (or what could be considered a friend to her) and she was like a granddaughter to Cid. It broke their hearts to know that Celes wouldn't be coming with them on their journey anymore. As the mourning was dying down, the heroes gained back all the strength, courage, and spirits when they decided to storm Cefca's tower. They were all well-trained to the point that they could fight off even the worst of monsters. "I bet Celes is smiling in the afterlife," Lock thought to himself. "At least Rachel won't be alone." "I know she is praying for us to avenge her death and to overthrow the madman once and for all," Shadow said. "That old bastard needs to die!" And so, the former Returners took off in their airship and headed for Cefca's tower, readying themselves for what was in store for them, and most importantly, to avenge all those that Cefca had killed in cold blood. All was to go well for them now, as Celes smiled while boarding the spirit train with Rachel, Leo Christophe, and all the adults in Mobliz. They were happy where they were, and their fear melted away where they were going. And so, the train takes off, into the afterlife.	3
98,829	P'nyssa and Susan	He's drooling into his pillow again. I smiled and shook my head slowly, feeling every bone in my spinal column crack as I did so. I know for a fact that my body is in exactly as good a shape as it was when I came out of the tanks 264 years ago. For some reason, though, when I wake up I feel like geriatric decrepitude is setting in. Maybe it's just that as we get older, we start to pay attention to these things. When we were young, we were so busy absorbing everything that we didn't notice the vehicle that propelled us through that everything. Now we have more time for introspection. I remember when I had a cold once, when I was only four, and it was the most fascinating thing in the world to me. I felt weak, I felt tired; my telepathy was at its lowest. I was sick for three days, and there was nothing I could do about it. I only resented the disease because it kept me from enjoying the things I had planned. And back then, planning was everything to me. I'll have to remind Susan to clean the pillowcases when we leave. Or does Dick drool onto his pillow? Do I drool onto mine? It's not a question I've ever bothered to ask him or Dave. Maybe I will. I eased my feet over the side of the bed, searching for the slippers. I found one, but it was for the other foot, so I grabbed it with my toes and tossed it up onto the bed. Then I found the other. I can write with my feet, did you know that, Dave? Most Tindals can learn, you know, our toes are long enough to grab a pencil. But most don't bother. Most rarely learn to write with their hands, for that matter; it's much easier to type or dictate. I slipped the slippers over my feet. Now there's a phrase. "Slipped the slippers." Say that ten times fast. Not you, you're an AI. I eased myself out of bed carefully, being sure not to wake Ken; you know how he feels about being woken up. So I checked the fire; it was down to just a few coals, not much else to speak of. Although the sun was out, the forest outside our doublepane window was a pretty winter white. I felt like a princess in a fairy tale, which is just the feeling BackWater is meant to inspire in its guests these days, even guests of residents like Dick and Susan. I pulled a robe over my shoulders, still surprised by the heavy feel of the wool and the soft texture of the white lace that trimmed it. It was cold enough in the castle that I pulled the hood up over my head. It felt odd hanging off my ears like that. Further inside the castle it was even colder, although I could hear commotion downstairs, and the sounds of heavy wood being stacked, which led me to believe a fire was either going or being started. I followed the stairs down to the main floor, where Susan was indeed directing a pair of wheeled robots stacking firewood in a corner of the main room. She waved as I came down the stairs and directed me to sit on the stone ring around the fire pit. "We'll be starting it up in a few minutes," she shouted over the general din and whine of the electric motors. I nodded and smiled, pulling my robe a little tighter. It was a matter of waiting. After a few minutes the droids left permanently, leaving me and Susan alone in the heart of the castle. "Good morning," she said as she walked over to me. Unlike me, she was dressed in a simple blue and white jumpsuit, zippered up the front. It looked very functional, and very cold, but she seemed undisturbed as her breath collected in the air like mine. "Good morning," I replied, gently. I can understand what Ken sees in her, because Susan is beautiful; A perfectly shaped body, proportionate in all places, with very large breasts and a magnificent head of curly raven hair, just the way Ken likes it. Just like mine. The hair, not the breasts. Hers are much larger than mine. She has that human face that men call 'motherly,' I guess. It does have that trusting quality. "Sleep well?" she asked, sitting down next to me. She took out a box of long, wooden matches and struck one to the stone, lighting it, and tossed it into the kindling and straw. "It was pleasant," I said, feeling my face grow warm with the memory of last night's lovemaking. "We went to bed early." Susan nodded. "Happy new year, Nyss," she said. Why do I feel uncomfortable with her? I've never been able to figure this out. I feel like something is expected of me whenever I'm near her, but I can't figure out what it is. "Susan?" I asked, remembering the question I had earlier. "Does Richard ever drool?" "All over me," she said, smiling. "When he's not tinkering." "In his sleep?" "Yes, he does. Why?" "Oh, nothing," I said. "I just saw Ken doing it again today and I was wondering if it was just him, or are most men like that?" "Most men are like that." I wondered how she knew. As far as I knew, she and Dick had been monogamous most of their lives. I laughed quietly, and then, on impulse, leaned over to kiss her cheek. She didn't flinch, but as I eased back she touched her cheek gently where I'd kissed her. It was getting warmer in here, and it wasn't just the fire that was growing behind us. "P'nyssa," she said quietly. "I've got a small confession to make. Dick and I were married 246 years ago. In all that time, there are only two men I've ever made love to. Dick, and Ken, and Ken only once. And Ken because-" "Susan," I interrupted, "You don't have to explain to me why you and Ken made love that one afternoon on Hyzen. I dragged Dick aside, remember?" "But I do," she said, "Because I have to explain it to me. I was never one to be 'faithful'; Dick and I were always the 'think for ourselves' kind of folks, even for our thirty years of marriage back on Earth. It's not even that we believed in monogamy, because we didn't. I just never wanted to sleep with anyone except Dick. He fulfilled my life, he fulfills my life. "I suppose I can excuse it by saying we were helping a rather depressed Ken and an equally depressed P'nyssa, but that's not the case. You two were moping about Hyzen like wounded doves, and Dick and I figured that taking you two aside was the best way to assure you two that we still loved you, even if you were both being completely asinine the night before. "Nyss, I've been married for 246 years; I'm sleeping with my childhood sweetheart. Until this year, I'd never thought about making love to another man. I talked to Dick about it, but you know how he is; a little screwloose, but otherwise so reliable I had nothing to worry about. He said I should go and do what my heart wants. He knows that I'll always come home to him. And I will! I know I will." She looked away. "Just like you're always sure Ken will come home to you. It's like he's a part of you. Or you two are part of a greater whole. There's no jealousy between you, and I like that. There's no jealousy between Dick and me either." Susan hesitated. "I know this is going to sound silly to you, because you were born here. But I'm scared. Scared by something I feel inside, something that I don't understand." I started to get an inkling of what she was going to say. She continued. "But since Ken, it's been on my mind. Nyss, for someone who's never slept with another man I think it's crazy for me to want a non-human fem, but Nyss, I've got a crush on you. And when you kissed me a second ago, my heart started pounding so hard. I don't understand it." I was right. And somehow, I understood her problem. Before Ken, I had never slept with a man. Not because I didn't want to... Well, I didn't, but not because I didn't like them. It was just that having one, and I mean that the way it sounds, having one was just too much of a difficulty. I had three fem lovers before him, but they were there to raise the children and take care of the house while I stuffed my head full of medical knowledge. "Susan," I said, carefully, "I'm flattered. But what kind of crush do you have? I mean, is it because you want me, permanently, or do you want to experiment? You have to give me more so I'll understand." "I don't know, Nyss," she said. She sounded tired, frustrated, like this problem had been eating at her for a long time. "All I know is that when I think about you, I get... flushed. I keep seeing your face in my mind, kissing me. Isn't that silly?" "Not really. It sounds like a crush." "But it's ridiculous for me to have a crush on you. You're a fem, you're a Tindal; we have nothing in common." "I think being female means we both have a lot in common. I think you're also aware that I do have girlfriends, who I do often sleep with. Susan, if you want to explore your entalie' feelings with me, I'm willing. I just want to be clear on why." She turned away again, looking into the fire. "I don't know, Nyss. I really don't." I tried reason, and it didn't help. I wondered what Ken would do in this situation. He would probably try to seduce her. So why didn't I? There was no reason to, except her own inertia.I reached out with one hand and formed my mitt to her chin, pulling her face to look at me. Her eyes were frightened, but she didn't resist as I leaned forward to kiss her. Her lips were tight across her mouth, but as I stroked them once with mine they relaxed, a little, and then a little more. I reached up and touched her face, feeling her throat, her jaw. Finally she parted her lips; I tried to increase the intensity of the kiss but she started, backing away, looking at me. The fear in her eyes was even stronger than before, and she turned, looking into the fire. She spoke to the flames. "You... you must think I'm silly." "No," I said, gently, touching her shoulder. She didn't resist. "I think you're frightened." "And you must think that's silly. You live with a man who's done it all; he's lived in Rhysh Castle, for god's sake. You said it yourself, Nyss - you've had fem lovers. I've had only two lovers my entire life, and one of them, once." "Three lovers," I corrected her, smiling. "Who else are we counting?" "Yourself." She didn't understand me for a minute; then her face cleared and she stared at me. "You don't count that," she said. She turned back to the fire again. "I do. Aren't people usually their own first lover? Don't you like yourself, love yourself?" "I wasn't my own first lover," Susan admitted. "Dick taught me how. Back in the seventies. Isn't that silly? 'The seventies.' As if that phrase means anything in 2196." "It's 2197 on Earth," I said, gently, correcting her. "Pendor falls a few seconds behind every year; it's to the point now where it's almost an hour different. Terra celebrates their new year almost at the same time we do, but not quite anymore. Ken tried, but perfection is an elusive quality sometimes. And that phrase means something to me. I understand what it means, Susan." "2197, okay," she said with a smile. "Nyss... I want you. I want you more than anything I've ever wanted in the past, but I don't know if I can. I don't know if I should. What if I like you more than I like Dick?" "Could you love me as much as you love Dick?" She shook her head. "But I don't want my lovemaking to suffer because I find someone more satisfying than my husband." The creak of a door came from somewhere behind her; I looked up but there was nothing but the ascending staircase. "Susan - We'll talk about this later. I hear Dick coming down the stairs. I'll tell you this - I don't think your sex life will suffer; in fact, it should be expanded, explored. Enjoy yourself. Enjoy me, enjoy Dick, enjoy Ken if you want. I won't pressure you; if you never bring it up again, that will be fine with me. But I want you to know that Ken obviously cares for you, and there is nothing I would do to hurt a friend of his." She smiled and nodded just as footsteps hit the wooden staircase and it creaked gently as Dick came walking down the stairs in a robe similar to mine. He walked across the frozen flagstones on bare feet and kissed Susan. "Good morning, sweetheart," he said cheerfully. "Morning," she said. If she was hiding her concern, she did so successfully; her kiss to him was as friendly and as passionate as I could have imagined. He leaned over to me and gave me a friendly peck on the cheek. "You can do better than that," I said. "Not in front of my wife I can't," he replied, smiling. "Well, I'm not afraid of giving your wife a decent kiss in the morning," came Ken's voice from the top of the staircase. He sat down on the railing and rode it all the way down, a big smile on his face the whole ride. He skipped (skipped!) over to me and kissed me, soft and wet, on the lips. I had my revenge on him by pressing my mitt to the cold stone while I held his attention, then sliding it into his robes. He squealed when I found his privates. "P'nyssa!" he sputtered. "Don't do that!" "But you need it to wake up in the morning. And for embarrassing me like that. You're over three centuries old, Ken. Aren't you going to learn to act your age?" "Never!" he said. "Where's my rapier so I can make appropriate gestures?" He leapt up on the stone bench around the firering and, raising one hand, said, "I shall not yield one whit of maturity, not grace, not respectability, to the passing of time. I declare that I shall forever be, if not a child, certainly childish." "Why not just be a child?" I asked, knowing the answer already. "Children, my good lady coimelin, do not get laid." He hopped off the stone and said, "So, what's the plan for the day?" "I had thought," Dick said, "That the plan for the day was that you and I were going to go delve into lab six and examine that nanochine excretion problem you were talking about it." "Ah, so it was," Ken replied smiling. "But first I'd like breakfast. Any suggestions?" "I've got a dozen eggs, milk, oats, the whole nine yards in the kitchen, Ken," Susan replied quietly. "Feel free to feed yourself." "I shall, my good lady. M'Lady P'nyssa, wouldst thou carest to joinest me'est?" I laughed. He can be one of the silliest people I know. But I do love him; it doesn't hurt that he has a magnificent pair of buns, either. I accepted his hand gracefully and we walked to the kitchen. As we did so, I turned back to see Susan and Dick talking animatedly, in hushed tones. When we reached the kitchen and had closed the door behind us I said, "Susan just told me she has a crush-" "On you, right?" he interrupted, joking. "Yes." "I was only kidding, Nyss." "I'm not. She told me this morning; she wants to sleep with me." "Nyss, she's never slept with anyone except Dick her whole life." "Except you." "Yeah," he said. Being a telepath has its occasional disadvantages; I had the annoying habit of knowing him "too well" sometimes. "You feel guilty about that. Why?" "You had to know Dick and Susan before the Hall. They're inseparable, always have been and always will be. The idea that I came between them bugs me." "You did not come between Susan and Dick. They made the decision to seduce us, not the other way around." I walked over to him and said, "Look, if you think it's a bad idea, I won't. But I don't think it's a bad idea; I think it's good that she's admitting these things." "It's up to you, sweetheart," he said as he dug about in the midrange cooler for eggs and milk. "Dick and I are going to be busy all day, doing what he does best." He rolled his eyes. "So you two are on your own. Have a happy New Years' Day and make Susan happy." He left me to stand in one corner of the kitchen while he fired up the stove and cooked scrambled eggs for himself. Six eggs; sometimes he's a bottomless pit. He also puts the red pepper-and-vinegar sauce in his eggs - He knows he's not getting a kiss after that. Still, I don't think he expected one, except maybe a peck on the cheek while I tried not to inhale the fumes. "How many, sweetheart?" he asked. It must be nice to have fingers; there are times when I'd rather let my thoughts roll on and not have to answer, except with a gesture, the way he sometimes does with that Ameslan. "Two." "Coming right up," he smiled, cracking two eggs into a coffee mug and attacking them with a fork. I must have spent a few minutes staring off because next thing I know he was holding a plate in front of me. "Tabasco?" he offered, holding up the offending bottle. "Don't you dare," I smiled, taking the plate from him. As we ate he said, "Do you feel up to dealing with Susan? What shape is she in?" "Nervous," P'nyssa answered. "Actually, to be fair it's closer to terrified. Of liking me more than Dick, of being inexperienced, of being embarrassed." He pursed his lips for a moment, then said, "Well, I think you'll do fine. Can't give you much advice." "I'm not worried about it. It's not as if I didn't introduce Tirra to lovemaking?" "Tirra?" he asked. "I must have told you about Tirra," I said. He shook his head. "Uncia lover, mostly dark grey?" He shook his head again; his mop of hair followed a split second behind. "Helped me raise P'maya?" "Oh, okay," he said. "Sorry, I'm lousy with names, you know that. I really should meet those other two fems someday. I already know Tarette." "Yes, you should," I agreed. We finished the meal and he said, "Well, I'm off to the lab, to spend the day working with Dick on a problem that if he can't solve, I don't see how I will. I'd recommend starting a TB." He leaned over to kiss me; I presented him with my cheek. He smiled. "You have fun," he said. "I'll try," I said, smiling back. As he walked through the kitchen door he said, "I guess I should put some real clothes on." The door swung closed behind him. I looked around at the disaster he had left, pondering my next move. "Roberta?" "Yes, Lady Shardik?" the AI responded calmly. I like when she calls me that. It sounds so romantic. "Lady Shardik." Maybe I should ask Dave to call me that. No, I like P'nyssa better. "Where is Susan?" "Out by the firering." I rose from the table, leaving the mess for Roberta to handle, and walked through the kitchen door to the main hall. A single cylinder with two staircases spiraling up along the sides, the roof opened up when the fire was going, and at the moment it was going pretty well; if I had been sitting on the benches my fur would have been smoldering. Susan sat on a chair she had pulled up from along the wall, reading a book; her feet were curled up underneath her. She looked up at me, a quick succession of emotions on her face. "Hi," I said, trying to be friendly. "Hi," she replied. "I didn't think it would warm up like this, but with that new spindle of stone in the middle it warms up fast." "It's nice," I said, enjoying the warmth. I would feel warm even without the robe in here. I put my mitt down over the book she was reading and stared into her eyes, saying, "Where do you want to go?" She looked a little nervous. "Here." "Here?" "It's the warmest room in the house.She smiled and said, "Nobody will interrupt us here, not even the boys. And it has the big whitefur rug." Her smile was dazzling, and as I stared at her I felt a moisture grow against my thighs; it had been ages since a woman did that to me. What was going on here, who was the seducer, who was the seducee? I rested my hands on the chair and leaned over; she tilted her head gleefully and waited for my kiss. I bent a little further, and our lips touched. Her reaction was instantaneous; she stretched up to kiss me, relentlessly attacking my teeth and tongue with hers. The heat between us felt obscene. I had to put everything into supporting myself against the chair, because I didn't have much strength in my hands; she had her hands free, and was making full use of them, reaching in to run her hands against my torso, going for neither my breasts nor my treasure. "Gods, Susan, what's into you?" I asked as the kiss broke. Her blue eyes were sparkling while she stared into my face. "Dick said I should enjoy myself. Once I decided to... I just want you, Nyss." "That's good," I said. I felt like I had a little more self-control, but even that was fading in the face of her wants. The lust within my belly was rising fast. I stripped the robe off, throwing it aside. Her face lit up with the look she was getting. "You're beautiful," she said, gently. "God, P'nyssa... I wish you could feel what I am right now." "I am," I said, kneeling on the rug before her and kissing her neck gently. I have a fetish for Humans, I've started to appreciate. Or non-furries, at least. The sensation of naked skin sliding under my lips sends me flying. I sought the opening of the jumpsuit, grabbing it with my teeth and pulling it down, quickly. Her hands were in my hair as I thrust my head between her wonderfully large globes, feeling the dry skin sliding against my cheeks. She cooed a welcome as I traced the outline of one with my teeth, suddenly sliding down and encircling her nipple with my tongue. Her whole body went rigid. "P'nyssa..." she sighed, one long, trailing sigh. My hand found the zipper and pulled it down further, all the way to her crotch. She sighed as I reached up and pulled her jumpsuit from around her shoulders. I never took my mouth away from the gentle teat I was treating. She raised her behind from the chair, helping me with both her hands to pull the jumpsuit completely off. We tossed it aside together, looked at each other and laughed. Then she leaned forward and with the extra leverage rolled me to the rug. We fell together, face-to-face, kissing crazily. I was enraptured by her heat, the soft silkiness of her skin. Or maybe the heat came from the roaring bonfire. I know I was burning. She dove down to my breasts, taking a nipple in her mouth. She quickly discovered how satisfying just holding one in her lips could be, but she soon shifted tactics, running her tongue around my aureole, sometimes nibbling into the fur around them. I sighed; I wanted to hold her there forever. "You're a natural, Susan." "I thought all women were naturals," she said, looking up at me. Her face was so very kissable, I pulled her up to me and did. We rolled on the rug until I was on top again, kneeling by her prone body. "Silly myth," I said, running the pads of my hands along her sides and down her thighs; her body shivered when I stroked by her groin. "I haven't met many people who can bend far enough to practice oral sex on themselves regularly." She blushed underneath me, and it had to be the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. I kissed her stomach, and she tensed underneath me again. I had one hand on her knee, the other was bent half to support me. I worked my way down to the raven triangle, but at the same time I slid my hand up along her thigh, closing in. She sighed loudly, anxiously. I slid my hand up against her mound, parted her lips with my finger and slid my thumb into her. She gasped, surprised; her cunt was wet with anticipation. If I had the inclination, I was willing to bet I could get my hand in there. She groaned gently as my tongue joined my hand between her thighs, licking her needful little clit. Oh, I could tell, I don't just use my telepathy on my patients. She was a roiling mass of lust and so was I. I assaulted her clit; my right hand was between my own thighs, and even over the crackle of the bonfire I could hear the liquid sound I was making of myself. Her cunt was a beautiful hot pink, flushed, her clitoris small, her inner lips very fine. I dug into her sweet cunny, and her whole body went steel-rigid as she came, once, twice, again. I eased off and kissed around her mound, letting her settle a little before returning to her clit. She wailed softly. I withdrew my thumb, rolled the hand gently and began to press the tip against her lips. I had totally lost track of what I was doing; inside her, the feelings were just going higher. Slowly, I turned my wrist back and forth, inundating the hand with her juices, even the fur on the back. I pushed it one inch at a time, rocking back and forth; her cunt opened up for me, letting me in. Her body rocked, she screamed as she came again; her hands were trembling against my head. "Enough," she said as I looked up. She nodded quickly, "That's enough. Please." I slid what little of my hand I had gotten into her out and crawled up to lie by her side, holding her. She was crying. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Nyss," she sobbed once, strong, "Oh, God, that was good. That was so good." "Then why are you crying?" She didn't answer me, just lay against me, crying, but also sometimes something that sounded like a giggle would escape her. After a time had passed, I've no idea how long, she said, "P'nyssa? That was so good. I feel bad because I didn't do anything for you." "You did plenty for me, Susan. You did," I replied. "But there's something else?" "I'm worried... I liked it so much, I don't know if I can ever enjoy what Dick and I do the same way." "That's nonsense, beautiful. Do you love him?" "Yes!" she said, gently. "Of course I do!" "Then you should have no problem," I said, trying to be reassuring. It was important to me that she get any doubts about her ability to love Dick out quickly. We lay together, silent, for a while. Then I said, "Susan?" "Hmmm?" she said gently, rubbing her cheek against mine. "I really have to call in and check on a few things." "Mmmm," she sighed gently. "Okay." She rose to a sitting position, and I did the same, calling Roberta to give me a p-screen and to call my office. While I was talking to Jean, getting an update on a pair of kids under my care with chemical burns, there was a warm sensation at my feet. Under the screen, Susan was licking my toes, making it very difficult for me to concentrate. Once I was assured that the children were in no particular danger or need of me, I did some quick signwork and logged off; the screen dissolved to reveal Susan lying on her side, playfully kissing the bottoms of my feet. I leaned over and looked her in the eyes; she smiled at me like a child caught with her hand in the cookies. "If you're going to use your tongue on me, use it like a real woman." She nearly charged me, knocking me over and settling down between my legs. Her long, fine fingers (with well-trimmed short nails - I looked) spread the fur around my cunny and she sat there for a second, staring, propped up on one elbow. "It's so interesting." "Never seen one before?" I asked, teasingly. "None but my own," she admitted. "And then only when I thought I had a yeast infection." I stuck my tongue out at the thought, and tried to get back to the subject at hand: my cunt. "Pretty, isn't it?" "It's beautiful," she said, leaning over to kiss my mound gently. I swooned, more with the idea of having this beautiful raven kiss me there than by any natural talent she had. But she was daring, I'll give her that; she dove down and ran her tongue deep between my lips from bottom to top, getting one good long taste. She came up for air, and the look on her face was puzzlement. "How do I taste?" I asked, curious to hear her version. She licked her lips a few times, then said, "Musky. A little salty, a little... minty? What causes that?" I lost all control and started laughing. "P'nyssa!" she said, a little angrily. I laughed all the harder. "P'nyss-ssa!" she demanded, pouting. The pout made me stop; it made me feel like I was going to melt. With a pout like that I could deny her nothing. "I'm sorry, Susan." I went on to explain that Ken and I had made love last night, and described our rather unusual toy. "You used that half-kilo candy cane I gave you as a dildo?" she said, incredulous. I shrugged, a little embarrassed, and said, "What else were we going to use it for? I certainly wasn't going to eat it!" She smiled and leaned over, kissing my cunt gently, sliding her tongue in between my lips. Every little bit of attention made me high, and I told her so. She looked up at me and said, "It's an interesting taste, anyway." She plunged a finger into me; I ground my hips in response, and she slipped in a second. Then a third. I was in heaven; I could feel my muscles preparing for more, but I didn't know if Susan was going to give more. This isn't lovemaking I do with Ken; with him, there are so many other things to do. But I wanted Susan in there, I wanted her to fuck me with her hand. "Susan," I whispered. "Did I do something wrong?" "No, no," I whispered. "Your fingers. Put in four." "Four?" I nodded, quickly. She slid her pinky in against the other three fingers. I sighed as she slid it a little deeper into me. "More," I whispered. I hoped I wasn't pushing her too far; maybe she wasn't ready for this. "Are you okay?" she asked. "Susan, please..." I replied. She returned, her tongue licking over my clit repeatedly, but it was still her little hand I wanted. "It's all the way in, Nyss," she said.There was a little worry in her voice. But I didn't care; I was going over, I could feel my orgasm coming, and coming hard. She turned her hand slightly; I felt her fingers press against the walls of my cunt, and her tongue sent me over, moaning, stars exploding in front of my eyes. I remember pounding the rug with my fists. And I remember moaning again as she slid her four fingers from within me. "Did I do good?" I looked at her, amazed at hearing such a silly question. "Of course you did good! What do you think all that moaning and thrashing about was for?" She blushed; the color of her cheeks began a hot, rosy pink, not unlike the color of her cunt, and I began to feel warm again between my legs. I told myself to stop it. I smiled, hiding the struggle for composure going on inside, and said, "So, how do you feel about Dick?" From where I sat I could feel a variety of things going through her mind, mostly concern, but I could tell there was affection, love, all the right things. "Come on," I said, not giving her a chance to answer verbally. "Let's go find them." After dressing, we found the two of them standing over a huge PADD set into a draft table, loudly discussing some mechachemical point. "Excuse me," I said even more loudly, interrupting them. "Nyss!" Ken exclaimed, hurrying over to hug me. "You smell good," he said in a quieter voice. "Glad you think so." "Smells like you had fun." "I did," I replied, tickling him gently. "And did Susan?" I thought for a second, reaching out to her, feeling the emotions playing between her and Dick. "I think they'll be okay," I said, answering all his future questions too. "Good," was all he said in reply.	4
98,968	The Ritacha War: Out of My Hands	Her fingers were covered in four different kinds of viscous goo. She hadn't seen a bed in nearly sixty hours. She hadn't eaten anything except a couple of cold sandwiches. She'd taken two aspirin with a monstrous mug of coffee about two hours ago. And her brain felt stuffed full of more archaic medical technology than she thought she should ever need. Fezzik felt great. Markov Heely didn't look quite so healthy; the human engineer had literally been pushed to his limits and looked like he was about to collapse from exhaustion. "Mark, get some sleep." Heely yawned, his jaw pulled wide open behind the transparent mask of his Starksuit. "I can't. We're getting ready to move the first of the test boxes." "You're not going to learn anything in your shape. Get some sleep." "Is that an order?" "Yes, that's an order. In fact... Rhonda, give me an attention." Everyone in the room stopped to look at her. "I want everybody's attention. It is now 21:00 hours and everyone in here looks like they're about to fall over. Rhonda assures me that she now has command of life support on the operating cryogenics boxes and will alert us of any changes. I want everybody in this room to get some sleep, starting now." There was grumbling. "I know, I know. But none of you are any good if your brains are so full of serotonins you won't remember a thing when do the move for real. You are all ordered back to the ship for a mandatory eight hours of sleep. That means real sleep. Go home. Shower, eat real food, see Doc Baker if you need help, and get real sleep. Is that clear?" Finally, everyone nodded their heads, if one at a time and reluctantly. "Good. Rhonda, find four people with either engineering or medical skill and tell them they're first on-sites if it comes to that." "Done, and doing." "Thanks." She sagged a little in her Stark hardsuit, then turned and walked back to the vehicle bay. She stepped on the temporary SDisk set up there and teleported back to the Pendoro, where she made her way down the hallway to the Captain's quarters with slow, shuffling steps. She made it about halfway there when she realized she was still in her suit, turned back to the nearest SDisk and ported down to suit maintenance. She slipped out of the suit and left it in the robot maintenance crew care, then restarted her walk to Cafran's room. The door allowed her in without question. "Rhonda, I'd like to eat in here tonight. Something with a lot of protein." "It'll be ready for you when you get out of the shower," the AI replied. Fezzik smiled tiredly, amused by the AI's gentle reminder that she didn't smell so good. She had walked naked from the storage locker, but that hardly bothered anyone on a Pendorian ship, especially not seven hours after 'nightfall,' and made her way into the shower. The needlepricks of hot water soaked through her dark fur and into her skin. She yawned again, surprising herself with just how long it lasted, before applying soap to her body and washing carefully. The feeling of hot water, soap, and her hands made her relax in ways she hadn't known in days, and she didn't want to climb out. But her exhaustion was so complete she realized she was having trouble standing. She turned off the water and turned out the air, letting it swirl around her and dry her fur out completely. She sighed as she ruffled and shook the water out, then yawned again and headed for out into the cabin. Rhonda had made for her a very meat-heavy stew with vegetables but few beans, and she appreciated it. She was surprised to find that the mug by the large bowl contained beer, but Rhonda explained that the alcohol would help her sleep in case she was "too tired." She dug into dinner. About halfway through the meal, the door to the bedroom opened and her lover for the past four years stood there, yawning. That made her yawn again and then giggle afterwards. "Good morning," she said. Captain Tori Cafran tied a robe about his waist and shuffled to the table, joining her. "I heard about your command decision." He placed his hand on hers. "Good call." "Thanks. It'll put us behind schedule, but damn with what Alpha wants. They want them alive then they'll have to be patient." She smiled. "Sorry." "Nothing to apologize about," he said. "You're absolutely right. By the way, Shardik himself countermanded the priority orders on time. And we're being shadowed a little past the halfway mark by Whites vessels, but we're not to stop until we're pulling into orbit around Pandora. And he sends his regards... to you. I didn't know you knew him." "I don't. I met him once, a long time ago at a micromagnetism engineering conference, but I didn't know I'd made an impression on him." She shrugged. "He has an impressive memory, they say." Cafran smiled. "Eat. Get some sleep. Take your own advice." She nodded and finished eating, spooning up the last dregs of liquid with bread. "You look tired," Cafran said. "Dead," she agreed. He took her hand and led her into the bedroom, holding up the comforter for her to crawl under before crawling in beside her. "Goodnight," she sighed. "Goodnight," Cafran agreed. But sleep wasn't so forthcoming. Fezzik's mind filled with her duties of the next day, organizing activities and contemplating the technology she would need. Inspirations hit her one after another; images of equivalent pieces of equipment on board the ship that could substitute for failing tubes, pumps, filters, wires, valves on the ancient cryogenics tubes below. But more than anything, she craved sleep. Wished for it. Needed it for tomorrow. She tossed in bed, trying to find a position that would allow her to thoughts to pour out of her brain and give her the silence she needed to sleep. She turned over again, and then again. She bunched up her pillow. Then she spread it out. "Please," she finally whimpered in half-consciousness, "Let me sleep!" "Fez?" "I'm sorry, Caff," she moaned pitifully. "I just can't get to sleep. My brain just won't stop thinking of tomorrow!" He rolled over and cuddled up next to her. "Is there anything I can do?" "I don't know," she said. "Maybe you could find a big mallet to hit me over the head with!" "I've got a better suggestion," he said, grabbing the knee closest to him and parting her legs as he rolled between them. "I don't know if that's going to work, Caff," she laughed. "At least it'll make us both feel better. And maybe it'll wear me out enough to sleep through your rolling around!" He dropped his head down between her thighs and kissed the mound of her cunt softly. She moaned and her hands slid between her legs to part her labia for him. Cafran maneuvered his head up against her warm cunny and gave her cunt a tentative lick. Fezzik moaned louder as he began licking in earnest, his tongue sliding between her inner and outer labia, licking the juices that oozed slowly from her hole. Warmth spread throughout her belly as he licked harder, working her into a quiet frenzy of pleasure until she came against his mouth. As was their usual pattern, Cafran slid up between her legs and pressed his erect cock against her cunt. She parted her legs wider and allowed him in. His cock slid into her as she moaned, and he began a slow, rhythmic lovemaking. She looked up at him and gave him a deep sigh. "You're gorgeous," he sighed. "And you just know what I needed," she replied, shivering. Her hands gripped his biceps as his hips filled and emptied her cunt over and over. She found her body responded to his lunges, and a similar sort of warmth filled her as she came again under his thrusts, arching her back. He kept on going, though, and she held him in the hazy afterglow of total exhaustion until he came with a soft whimper of pleasure. He rolled off her and lay down on the bed again. "You didn't have to hold back," she whispered. "A loud shout would have only woken you back up," he laughed. "Get some sleep, Fez. You need it." "And... I think... I'm going to get it." She yawned wide one last time. And then she lost all track of time, or thought. "Hold it, hold it!" Fezzik shouted. "Okay, lift another four centimeters, and... hold!" She examined the borders of the cryogenics chamber critically, then nodded. "Heely?" "Clear over here, Fez," he replied, giving thumbs up. "Okay, team. Lift." The four ensigns, one at each corner, lifted the cryogenics chambers until there was enough room for her to slip underneath. She found the critical connects, led by the blinking highlights on the schematic that hovered before her eyes, and one by one unhooked hoses and backed up power supplies. "This one's down to just power. Cutting... now!" She heard a soft beep in her ears as the hastily rigged life support mechanism signaled that it had taken complete control of the future of the individual contained inside this cryogenics chamber. "Lift!"Heely said. The four ensigns lifted the chamber higher, easing it towards the cleared corner of the room where a cargo SDisk had been just as quickly assembled. "Ease it down, slowly, slowly..." Fezzik climbed out of the maintenance pit that had been underneath that particular chamber just in time to see the four climb on top of the chamber and be teleported out. She jumped and followed them, joining Heely on the SDisk. As soon as the SDisk on the Pendoro was clear, they teleported as well into the cargo room-cum-medical bay-cum-technological-nightmare. "Clear out," she told the ensigns, and they backed away from the cryogenics chamber. Heely and she went to work, wiring up the sixteen different fluid lines and tertiary power supplies. "Okay, Rhonda... you have it... now." "Affirm," Rhonda replied. "I have green lights across the board. Good work, Fezzik." "Thanks," Fez replied. She leaned over the tube's torn case and examined the sensor rig within. "So much for the test. There are seven real ones down there to complete this octet." She took a deep, nervous breath. "Let's do it." In the end, moving the other seven proved to be nerve-wracking repeats of the same procedure. They started with the two bodies they assumed were beyond recovery, then progressed through the three that were marginal, and then recovered the last two, the ones that Doc Baker has said were alive as far as he could tell. Sixteen hours later, her body shaking from the demands she had put on it, she looked over the cargo bay with its eight tubes and sighed. "It's over." "Yes," Doctor Baker said. "We're breaking orbit in twenty minutes, Caff tells me." He hopped over to the command monitors. "An amazing job you have done with this." "You did the hard work," Fezzik insisted. "We would never have known what to do, what we could break, or whatever, if you hadn't analyzed the stuff in the tubes and come up with a clean version of it." "It was filthy," the short Mustela replied. "I can't believe those are still alive with that crap running through their veins. The backup systems on their tubes is just amazing, but the filters were this close to failing." He held his fingers close together to emphasize his words. "They're actually going to get healthier as we fly towards Pendor. Or, at least, the corrosion in their bloodstreams has been eliminated for now. I'd like to attempt repairs, and I think I'll do some minor experimentation on the two dead ones." "Are they really dead?" "Look," Baker said. "See that? It's the extent that ice crystals have formed in their brains. I'd call thirty percent formation guaranteed fatal. I know it is." He gestured. "See, that cryofluid they have is supposed to prevent this. But the impurities, some of which are actually corrosion from parts of the hoses and filters, give the water in the fluid something to crystallize around. The fluid doesn't crystallize easily in the presence of CHON, but the metals in the corrosion are what cause that." "CHON?" Fezzik asked. "Carbon, Hydrogen, Oxygen, and Nitrogen. The stuff we're made of." "Oh." Six hours later, Fezzik finally shut the lights off in cargo bay sixteen. "Another thirty hour day," she sighed. "We did a lot of good today," Cafran replied, giving her shoulder a friendly squeeze. "It's not often we get to say that." "Yeah," she smiled. "The Terrans are going to raise a gigantic row at the next lTP conference, you know. We've violated the Cultural Non-Intervention demands again." "We never signed that particularly nasty piece of legislation," Cafran replied, guiding her down the hallway. "This belief that a culture should be allowed to die in nuclear war, whether we save people after the war or simply stop the missiles from landing, has never made any sense to me." He grinned. "Besides, they've never had to deal with that kind of moral dilemma. Only Pendor has had that honor, and only twice. Hard to believe both of those occasions happened in the same decade." She nodded, leaning against him for support. The thought that had been nagging her in the back of the head just wouldn't let her go. "Caff? What if Alpha kills them?" "Kills who?" "The survivors." "Why would they do that?" The door opened, allowing them into his quarters. She took a seat on the couch while Cafran walked into the kitchen. "Want a beer?" "Love one," she replied. He returned and handed her a bottle of the cream ale he knew she liked. She drank from it, then said, "Think about it, Caff. There are survivors. There's also an entire culture stored back there in the cargo holds, or at least what we could salvage. But there's also a rather attractive 'taur species back there, one with some very peculiar characteristics." She took another deep draught and leaned back. "Survivors make a difficulty. They'll want to retain some of their identity; they won't ever be the Pendorians Shardik will want them to be." "So?" "So what if he decides to start over from the top? Kill off even the most likely survivors, 'Darch' and 'Sandahl," I think their names were, and just say 'Oops.' He could then just Tleil a century of the Ritan, explain to them the situation, and give them a whole mass of Pendorian culture even before they decided to explore their ruined planet." Cafran put down his beer and stared at his Chief Engineer. "I'm half-ready to accuse you of paranoia. And I'm half-ready to agree with you. You're right. And if he got them into Alpha, nobody would be the wiser. Halloran Elder would lie for him." "So what do we do about it?" Fezzik asked, leaning back against the cushions of the couch. Cafran felt a coldness seep down his back. "Rhonda, are you listening?" "Yes," the AI replied calmly. "I am at all times. You know that." "We are conspiring against Vatare', you realize that." "There's nothing that says you can't," Rhonda replied. "And I agree with you; I do not know Vatare' and cannot predict the actions of him or his people, but the scenario Fezzik fears is certainly a possibility. Shardik is quite proud of his Machiavellian streak on occasion. This is certainly not beyond his capacity." "So what do you propose?" "When pulling into orbit, we transmit the status of all the Ritacha currently in cryogenics to all AIs who will listen. We demand that members of the crew be included in the triage. And Fezzik should be included in the transportation of the cryogenics tubes all the time." "I can't be awake every hour of every day," Fezzik replied. "No, but you can insist that nothing be done without your knowledge. With that kind of attention, you could certainly minimize any chance that the frozen future of Ritacha not get killed when they're only months away from living again." She nodded. Cafran smiled and reached over, tugging on the zipper of her jumpsuit and pulling it down. She grinned at him as his hand brushed the chestflap aside, exposing her soft, small breasts covered in lush, thick fur. His hand greedily caressed one, closing about it. She arched her back a little more, deliberately, shrugging out of her jumpsuit and letting it fall off her shoulders. He growled deeply in appreciation, lunging for her on the couch, and she laughed as he fell upon her, kissing her neck and shoulders. He had landed squarely between her legs and she wrapped them around his hips to pull him in close. He kissed her hard as her hands reached up to strip off his Captain's uniform, tossing aside the shirt and unzipping the pants, reaching into them and finding his firm erection and holding it in her hands. Just holding it in her hands while his palms caressed over her body filled her imagination with images of him fucking her. She wanted him inside her now, and tried to tell him as much. He got the message. "You're in that mood, are you?" he growled as he reached down and grabbed her hips. Uncia are a large, strong species as species go on Pendor, and Vulpin are lighter, smaller than average. He easily picked her up as she guided his cock into her. She felt the lips of her cunt part as he slid into her, pushed deeper into her. They locked together, his cock deep within her. Her shoulders leaned up against the armrest of the couch as he held her hips in the air, her legs wrapped around his hips, as he began to fuck her, fast. She liked him to be hard sometimes, to be the Uncia. Her hands caressed her breasts, provided a feast for his eyes, as his cock lunged in and out of her with all the confidence of an industrial piston. She looked up into his face as his eyes looked down where his cock entered her, then flicked up to watch her hands stroking and caressing her nipples, then into her eyes. When their gaze locked, she smiled, then snarled loudly. He replied back with an equally loud growl. She was reward with a series of hard, jarring thrusts and the sensation of his claws flexing out of their sheaths and into the flesh of her butt. Her mind spun with the deluge of pleasures as his growling sounds grew louder and his thrusts took on a maniac tone just before he came, jetting his semen into her cunt and roaring her name into her ears. He looked down with something of a smile, then slowly lowered her back to the couch, sliding his hands out from under her butt. "Very nice," he commented. "Not bad yourself," Fezzik replied. "Just what I needed before heading to bed." "I bet you're exhausted. I'm due on the bridge in a little over an hour, so I hope you don't mind if I don't join you." She shook her head. "Have I ever complained before?" "No, you haven't." He rose from his kneeling position on the couch, then reached down and picked her up, holding her in his arms. "Come on, Chief Engineer Fezzik. To bed with you." "Yes, sir," she replied, laying her head against his shoulder. He carried her into the bedroom and eased her down onto the bed, pulling the covers over her body. He kissed her cheek. "G'night, Fez."G'night, Caff," she said. "Thanks." "My pleasure." He turned the lights off as he left.	4
99,041	Travellogue, Day 3	He found her the next day, sitting beside the swimming pool and reading a book. "Hi, Furry!" he said as he approached her. "I've been looking for you." "Hi," she said, her voice listless. "What's wrong?" "You were arguing with your mother about me, weren't you?" He pursed his lips and said, "Yeah." "She doesn't want you to be seen with me, does she?" Nickolai shook his head and said, "No, she doesn't." "Why not?" He shrugged and said, "Who cares?" "I care!" she said, a little angrily. "Now tell me what she said." "She said I shouldn't see you because all Pendorians are perverts, and you'll just try to involve me in stuff that's dangerous. That you could be a telepath and brainwash me. That you could have SANS, even though that's not a problem anymore." Jofuran smiled and said, "SANS is still a problem. It's still a disease, and it's still dangerous. Worse, the residual damage caused by SANS still has to be corrected surgically, and I don't think you want someone taking a laser to your testicles." She laughed at Nickolai's pained expression. "But Pendorians don't get SANS; there's no need to worry." "That's what I told her." He was silent for a moment, then "She also said that 'those four boys who had left the arcade were just my age, and I should have more in common with them than I should with that creature.'" "She really said that?" Jofuran asked, laughing as he nodded. They sat together for a while, and then Jofuran said, "So, are you?" "Am I what?" "Going to stop seeing me?" "I'm seeing you right now, aren't I?" "I guess so," she said, returning to her former demeanor. "Hey, what's wrong?" Nickolai asked. "I just don't like the idea of coming between you and your Mother." "Look, don't worry about it, okay?" "Well, I do worry about it." "I'll never understood why Terrans hate Pendorians so much." "That's easy to understand," Jofuran replied, brightening. She held up the book she was reading. "Ever read James Burke?" "No," Nickolai replied. "Oh. Early twenty-first century writer. Really good at getting his point across. Lots of stage presence, too. Anyway, Terrans hate Pendorians because they covet." "They what?" "Back in your twenty-first century, Terrans wanted what we had, namely, spaceflight and medical tech. They got the first relatively quickly. In less than fifty years Terrans were trying their first FAL drives. "But what Terra really wanted was our immortality. They hated Pendorians because we were all young, strong, and healthy, and we'd stay that way as long as we liked." "But Humans have that now, too," Nickolai pointed out. "Yes, thanks to the Saman revolution. But look at it historically. To get what you had always wanted, immortality, you had to give up something very central to your species; the right to reproduce. The Saman process requires almost the entire nine months of fetal development to implement. Your species, Homo Sapiens Immortalis, can't reproduce without technology. Meanwhile, Pendorians, who had started out from tanks, go on having babies like normal." "Oh," Nickolai said, the issue becoming a little clearer to him. "Should I hate you, then?" "Do you?" "No," he said. "There's no point to it." This conversation was depressing him. He sought in his mind for something to do, something to take his mind off of the subject at hand. "Hey, can you play billiards?" "What?" "You know, pool?" "You mean fourpocket/sixpocket?" "Whatever," he said. "Not really," she replied. "I mean, I've played before, but I was never very good at it." "C'mon, I'll teach you." "Should I get some clothes on first?" she asked jokingly. Nickolai blushed and said, "Uh, yeah, that would be a good idea." They reunited outside the elevator door; she wore an oversized satin-shine blouse and a black miniskirt, her tail trailing out underneath it. "What do you think?" she asked. "Uhm," Nickolai replied, his eyebrows going up, "I like it." "Really?" Jofuran asked. "Really." They took the elevator to the third level, and Nickolai led her into the billiards room. There were four tables, none of them in use. Nickolai set up a rack and offered to break. In his first stroke, none sank. Jofuran took a stance and got ready to shoot. "Hold it," he said. "What?" she asked, straightening up. He walked up behind her and said, "Here, like this. Hold your hand like this. Yeah, put your hand down on the table like this, palm to the felt. Right." Her hand felt soft and warm in his. "Okay, now bend over and line up on the ball, like that. You're trying to hit that one, right?" She nodded, her ears waggling. He found it a fascinating gesture. "Okay, pull back on the stick and shoot. Just like that." Despite all his instruction, her shot still went wide. He laughed and said, "Keep practicing, you'll get it." "That wasn't funny." She pouted. "I wasn't laughing at you, Furry. Here, let me take a shot." They played back and forth for a while, Jofuran losing. "Show me how to do that again," she asked. "Okay," he said, stepping behind her and putting his left hand on hers. "Hold your hand like this." He held his hand in a standard bridge, "And aim along here. Now, you want to think about your shot standing up, as if you were looking over the table." "I'm kind of short for that," Jofuran replied. "I know. But you have to think that way. Now, you want to grip the stick here," he continued, taking her other hand. He felt extremely close to her; he could smell her clean fur, feel the warmth of her body through his clothing. "Okay," he said, a little less steadily, "now lean over and take the shot. Line up on the ball, just like that, and stroke, once, real easily." She took the shot as he directed her, hitting the cue squarely and smoothly. "Better," he said. Jofuran straightened up and nearly knocked him over. "Whoops!" She whipped around and caught him by the collar, pulling him back up. "Thanks," he said, more than a little surprised by the speed of her reaction. He had never seen anyone move that fast, except maybe at martial arts demonstrations. She pulled him close and hugged him. Nickolai's back stiffened. "What?" "I just wanted to thank you, Kolya. You've been so nice to me." He pushed her back and held her at arm's length. "Really?" She swallowed for a second and said, "Kolya, I'm never going back to Terra. My folks moved there when I was six, and now I'm sixteen and I'm going home. To my real home. To Pendor. Because all the time I lived on Terra I was made to feel like, well, like I was different. And I was; I was the only Markal in all of Jerusalem. I mean, there aren't maybe a dozen humans in the old city who spoke both Anglic and Ashkenazic, but I can. I can read hieroglyphics, Kolya. I went home... think about what that means. They all stayed in the facilities, and I went... home to my parents. They all hated me, they all were afraid of me. I couldn't talk about my folks because nobody else there had parents, you know what I mean? I wanted..." She sighed for a second, then continued. "I wanted a friend, and I never had one. Nobody ever wanted to teach me anything, like playing pool, or 'mech, or anything like that. Even when I tried to join the other girls in their cliques, they excluded me. And why not? I'm not like them; I'm not human. I hope the rats who moved in nearby are doing okay. "I guess I just wanted to thank you, Kolya." He smiled and said, "Well, you're not the only one. I mean, theoretically I have more rights than the average kid my age; my mother has more control over some things than the state does. So why do I always feel closed in on?" He smiled wanly. "I always wondered if other kids my age felt the same way." "Uh-huh," Jofuran nodded. Nickolai's chest felt tight; he kept feeling there was something he should do, but couldn't decide. Jofuran helped him make the decision; she stood up on her toes and kissed him, gently, on the lips. He felt awkward returning the kiss, but he held on to her. It was longer than a peck, and when they moved apart he looked into her smiling eyes, then quickly scanned every door (there were four) leading into the billiards room. "What?" Jofuran asked. "The last two times one of us tried to make a pass at the other something stopped us." Jofuran laughed and said, "Yeah, I know. Hey, would you like to meet my folks?" "I've already met them. You mean... What?" "You know, go to dinner with us?" He thought about it for a second and said "Sure. I suppose." "You suppose?" "Well, I don't know. Nobody else ever invited me to meet their parents, and I never invited anyone to meet my mother, that's for sure!" She smiled and said, "Do you want to?" "Yeah," he said. "I do." "I'll let 'em know." She took his chin in her paw and pulled him toward her. Their kiss this time was warmer, more passionate, but Nickolai's primary emotion was relief.All the tension of his mother, his peers, drained from him as he felt her warm tongue against his. She had a small mouth, and he enjoyed the sensation of her muzzle against his lips, her nose against his. He smiled. They separated, and she said, "Gotta go." He nodded. "You'll let me know?" "It's not a big deal. Just show up for the first meal." "I'll be there." When the chime for first meal rang, Nickolai was already waiting at the door, dressed in dark grey slacks, turtleneck shirt, and semi-formal jacket complete with the latest fashion trend, shimmersilk trim. He was amazed at the number of Pendorians who were suddenly appearing on board; they seemed to make up about a quarter of all the guests at first meal. He calculated and realized that this meant there were maybe fifty on board; five percent didn't make up that much of the guest list. His attention was drawn by a large grey-furred feline who was escorting a smaller, orange and black-furred feline. The larger one was well over two meters, while the smaller one seemed to be 160, maybe 170 centimeters tall. The larger one, which Nickolai recalled was an "Uncia," was more animalistic, less humanoid. He had large teeth, but he seemed to smile and laugh a lot. They were not speaking in any language he knew; he knew that all three of the major feline races on Pendor had their own languages. The smaller one had to be a Felinzi; since they were based on Terran Felis Domesticus, it wasn't possible to actually identify a common species fur color. His tail was long and active, with small black rings becoming more pronounced closer towards the tip. He looked somewhat like a housecat facially, although his lower jaw seemed to be heavier and more substantial than a cat's. Also, he was less "animal-like" in appearance than his companion. Nickolai reflected that the current craze among Terrans for Felinzi was more than a little understandable; the example he was looking at certainly was a slinky, sexy one! But then, four years ago it had been Mephits. His roommate had gotten caught up in that one. "Hi!" He started at the explosive greeting behind him, turned and hugged his assailant. "Hi!" he returned. "You made it," Jofuran said. "Did you think I wouldn't?" "I didn't know. You seemed a little nervous when I suggested it." He shrugged. "Anyway," she continued, "These are my folks. This is my Mom, Helena, and this is Dad, Morrail." Nickolai shook hands with them both. "Good to see you again, lad," her father said warmly. The chime for entry rang, so they walked into the sumptuous banquet hall and took their seats. There seemed to be plenty of room. "So, tell me, Nickolai," her father began, "Furry tells me you've had some adventures since you came on board. I understand you and she dealt rather handily with some hoodlums in the arcade." Nickolai nodded and said, "They were just kids." "'Kids' are usually quite good at those games." "But they don't have the intelligence or the dedication to learn all the important things, Dad," Jofuran said. "Besides, they weren't pure of heart and intentions." She smiled wide. Nickolai returned her smile, recalling that she had used that same argument on him. "Be that as it may," her mother said, "they're still on this ship, and since you are going with the tour, they could still be a problem." "I already thought of that," Jofuran replied. "I guess I'll deal with it when it comes up. I intend to do sensei proud if I need to use what she taught me." "Good girl," Morrail said. He turned to address Nickolai. "I also understand your mother doesn't approve of this meeting?" "My mother doesn't believe..." He suddenly remembered just how many Pendorians were in the room with him and lowered his voice. "My mother thinks that Furry would be a bad influence." "Your culture's going through some tough times, Nickolai," Morrail said. "After all, Sexually Acquired Neoplasmic Syndrome was a nasty bit of business, and tracking it down required a lot of effort. It was perceived as being worse than any previous plague because it was not only cutting down people who were in the prime of their life, but also people who could be expected to maintain that prime for hundreds of years. Your culture is just now coming out of forty years of forced abstinence and sexual repression. Those people who survived that time have a very enforced mindset. What are you, sixteen, seventeen?" "Sixteen, sir. I'll be seventeen in two months." "Sixteen, then. And don't call me 'sir,' please; only my students call me 'sir.' You're coming into your own just when it is permissible, if not yet acceptable, to once again be a sexually active teenager. Those who went through SANS aren't quite up to speed yet. Your mother is probably one of those people who still have the animal and the sentient backwards." "Sir.. I mean..." "Morrail will do fine." "Morrail, I don't understand." "Lad, there are two halves to every person. Then again, I may just be one of those people who divides everything into two types. The two halves are the animal and the sentient. On Pendor, we chose to exalt the animal in our bodies... We maintain our physical health, engage in physical sports, and indulge in physical pleasures. The sentient we express in our relations with each other; we logically look at every dealing, every contract. We consult with sentience faster and more logical, though not necessarily 'better,' than our own. "On Earth, it's very different. Terrans exalt the animal as a part of their minds. They let the herd animal instinct drive them- your mob politics, demagoguery, Alpha-male behavior. On the other hand, you inflict pure sentience on your bodies. Ascetism, puritanism, celibacy; the body isn't really made for such activities. It is a body; part of the physical world. It should be celebrated as such. "Your mother is Talia Dittrich, as I recall; an artist of some measure. How would you feel if I criticized her work?" Nickolai shrugged and drank from his glass of water. "It wouldn't bother me." "Your mother's work reflects much of your culture. There are reasons why drug and biocybe abuse are so very rampant in your culture; it's an effort to get away from the desires of the animal." Jofuran's mother interrupted Morrail's long monologue. "On the other hand, Nickolai, our culture recognizes the advice of parents as very important. On Pendor you would be considered an adult; on Earth you are not yet. Are you quite sure that you want to defy your mother this way?" "Dear," Morrail said, interrupting, "You're stepping on the affairs of our children." "No, I am not," she replied. "I'm asking him to consider his future." "Wait," Nickolai said. "I appreciate what both of you are saying. Look, Furry and I obviously getting along really well. She's been the best thing that's happened to me this whole trip." He turned to Jofuran and said, "You've been kind and sweet and you've kept me from going out of my mind with boredom and embarrassment from my mother. Y'know, despite that word, 'mother,' she really isn't." He turned back to Jofuran's mother and said, "I mean, I am her genetic offspring, but she really doesn't know what to do with me." They were silent for a while, eating. Nickolai noted that despite their mouse-like appearance, they weren't vegetarians, digging into the poultry being served with gusto. Conversation for the rest of the evening was light. After dinner Jofuran's parents invited them to go dancing on the observation bubbledeck, since a live band would be performing there tonight. They agreed; Nickolai enjoyed dancing, and although Jofuran seemed a little reluctant at first, he could see she was enjoying herself on the floor. At the first slow dance they held each other close; Nickolai appreciated this long, gentle chance to actually hold her, to feel her body move under his hands, against him. His heart was beating like a drum. He felt rather than heard her chuckle, and then she said, "Nervous?" He smiled and said, "Yeah." She looked up at him and said, "Nickolai, you're one of the sweetest, most wonderful guys I've ever met." She smiled wide and said, "For a human." He laughed. "Well, you've been sweet yourself." "Would you be frightened if I told you 'I love you'?" He held her away from him and said "I don't know." "I mean, it's not a permanent thing," she said quickly. "I don't want you to live with me or walk the Great Hall for me. I just wanted to tell you that I think you're kinda special, and for the duration of this trip I like you enough that I want to wrap myself around you, hold you and hug you." "Really?" "Really," she said, breaking his grasp and closing the distance, hugging him again. "I just wanted you to know that. You're probably one of the best friends I've ever had." She held her arms around him, and he returned the favor, feeling her press against him, feeling his heart beat even harder. "Can we go somewhere?" she said. "Where?" he asked, feeling his heart skip a beat. "Oh, I dunno." She smiled. "We could go to the rear lounge; it's closed right now, but the windows will still be open." "You mean, sneak in?" "No, they never lock the doors, silly. I just want to go and spend some time with you, alone. And that's as good a place as any." "It's up to you," he said. "Let's go." She took his hand and led him carefully across the floor, and out into the adjacent hallway. The path she took led them through the main lobby of the ship and down a flight of stairs. The secondary lounge was closed during the third flight-shift, but the doors were very typical swing-type doors, and she pushed them open with no problem. The windows were open, true, but the image of stars redshifting as they went by was a computer-generated illusion; there was nothing to see in hyperspace. "Furry?" he asked quietly as they closed the door behind him. "Huh?""This is going to sound kind of funny, but I don't know what I'm doing here." "What do you mean?" Nickolai sat down on one of the larger couches and said, "Come here." She smiled in the dim "starlight" and walked over to him. He offered her his lap, and she accepted. He put his arm around her. "Furry, when things like this happen at school, they happen because they're supposed to happen. I mean, I'm expected-" She put her hand to his lips and said, "If you don't want to, it's okay." He shook his head and said, "No, no... I do. I just... Oh, hell, I don't know." She leaned down and kissed him, gently. Nickolai was momentarily startled, then returned the kiss, opening his lips slightly as he did so. Her kiss was warm and a little awkward, a little unskilled. He didn't think his was much better. "Nickolai?" she said as the kiss ended. "Yeah?" "I..." She paused for a moment, looked out at the stars, then back to him. "I've never wanted anyone more than I want you. I want you to... make love to me, except..." He gleaned what she was trying to say and replied, incredulously, "You've never made love before?" "Uh-huh," she said, smiling slightly. "And you want... me... to--" "Uh-huh," she replied slowly, interrupting him. Nickolai felt as if about a million thoughts went through him in the next ten seconds. The most powerful one he had was that an attractive, lonely girl his age, a virgin no less, was throwing herself at him, and he was going to say no? "Furry?" "Huh?" "Would you like to go get some ice cream?" "WHAT?" He smiled for a second and said, "I don't... It's not that I don't want to, because I do. But, would you be upset if I said, 'I love you', and I don't want to ruin that?" She looked down at him, tears in her eyes, but a smile on her muzzle. She slid down onto the couch, wrapped her arms around him and hugged him close, fierce and burning. "Oh, Kolya," she sighed. "I love you." "I know," he said, stroking the fur on the top of her head. "I love you too, Furry." "Promise me, Kolya, that if it ever gets right, you will?" "Furry, if it gets right, we will before this trip is out." She looked up at him and said, "Really promise?" "I really promise." "Then let's go get ice cream." She leapt up from the couch, but Nickolai reached out, grabbed her by the arm and hauled her back down into his lap. She fell with a "whoops!" He smiled at her and leaned over, kissing her softly. Her reply was wet, sloppy, and he laughed when they stopped. "Now," he said, "We can go get ice cream." "Uh-huh!" she replied. They ran out of the lounge together.	3
99,098	Respect Your Elders	Harold was 80, the oldest elder in our church. Harold is also a mean old man. Maybe it was too many years without his dead wife, or he was just lonely, but Harold was the crankiest and meanest old sob you ever will meet. Harold was mean to everyone; it didn't matter who you were or where you were from. But most of all, he was the meanest to the teenage kids in the youth group. If you ever had a mean old guy on the block you lived on when you were a kid, then you know just how mean these old guys can get, even when you would just be walking by his house. Well, Harold never let a chance go by without yelling some Bible verse out at teenagers having fun in church, just to wreck their fun or, better yet, their day. Sunday nights are youth nights, and being the pastor's wife and the lead youth worker, it was my job after the youth service to clean up the church after my husband's busiest day. I would send him home, and he would always be sleeping when I got home from staying and making sure everything was ready for Monday morning. One Sunday night after the last service, I was cleaning up as usual, and the teenage kids, as usual, are hanging around, like kids do. As I was walking into the hall, there was cranky old Harold, that old dried prune beet-red, and he is yelling at these 15- and 16-year-old boys and girls. Well, it just made me mad, so mad that I decided I could not take it anymore and that I was going to have to talk to him. Let me tell you, though, no one tells him anything. In fact, not one person in that church I know dares to say a thing to Harold. Everyone is just plain afraid of him. But I had had it with this dried-up old cock. Mad, so I say to Harold, "They are just kids, let them have their fun. Don't you remember having fun when you were young?" That old fart turns to me and says he never acted like that when he was young, and he completely brushed off my talking to him, and let me tell you, brushing off Jennifer is a mistake. It made me mad, and I am not sure what came over me, but I decided then I was going to teach Harold a lesson. Ha, the Pastor's Wife teaching that shriveled old pecker a lesson? That would be the day. But I could watch that behavior from Harold anymore, and my plan of action was set. Harold, being the head elder, meant he would always lock up Sunday and is the last to leave. With the last of the teenagers leaving, I went back into the hall to give Harold some of the yelling and helling he had been passing out just a half-hour before. I could see Harold was surprised to see me coming at him, late at night in the dark church. I walked right up to Harold (something I don't think anyone in this church had ever done, not even my Husband.) I let Harold have it! All the things I had been thinking, "you old dried-up prune" and "you shriveled-up prick"? Did that come out of my mouth? I couldn't even believe I said that, but I was mad as I have ever been. I continued on; I yell out, "Harold, you're just plain old mean, and you know, Harold, that if you were nicer to the kids and everyone else around here, maybe people would be a lot nicer to you." I don't know what I expected from that old goat. Harold was not easy to change his mind. He came right back at me and said something like, "No one has ever done anything nice for me, and I don't need anyone to be nicer to me, and what could or would anyone do for me anyway?" That did it. I was so mad, and now I could not even think of anything more to say! Flustered, I don't know what came over me or why I did it. I sure didn't plan it; I could never do that. But before he could say anything more, without thinking, I dropped right there to my knees, right in front of his zipper, and to Harold's - shock, and I mean to my shock - I unzipped his pants, reached in, pulled out, and started sucking his cock. Harold's limp, little, shriveled-up 80-year-old cock. Harold was shocked, that I know. I didn't say a word, and I thought for sure he was having a heart attack right there. Because Harold was shaking as I sucked away on his limp cock. With Harold's still limp cock in my mouth, then something came over me. It suddenly came to me that this was the first cock I had had in my mouth for over three years, and remembering how I used to love to suck cock, I knew that it had been too long, and I liked it. Even though Harold's limp prick was being licked and sucked. I remember I loved to suck cock before I married my sexless husband, who thought sex as dirty. In fact, I had been told many times I was a cocksmith. Then I began to think that Harold, this old fart, hasn't had this cock sucked forever. Or maybe ever! And I can say it was turning me on, so kinky. Harold 80 or was he 81 now, standing in the church hall with the 34-year-old wife of the pastor on her knees sucking Harold's limp cock. I started to get hot and wet; I could feel my clit starting to swell. "I was really getting wet," so right there, I made it my goal to make him hard in my mouth. I started to think about how I missed cock. Remembering how I used to get into sucking a hard cock, slurping, sucking, licking along the veins and nipping the skin of the head of a hard, mouth-watering cock. But know for sure it had even been longer since Harold had had his prick sucked. Something was telling me that by the way he was standing there, shaking as I sucked and slurped on his cock, he most likely had never ever had a blowjob in his life, and now my one goal was that I was going to be sure he would remember Jennifer's newly reborn cocksmithing skill, even if it was the last thing Harold lived for. And maybe it was my passion as I sucked that cock, but he was starting to get hard and big right there in my mouth, hmmmm. You know, as Harold's cock got harder and bigger, I became even more insatiable for Cock, Harold's Cock. As I felt Harold's cock grow to a surprising size that filled my mouth and made me even wetter, considering that little shriveled thing I had started sucking on. All of a sudden, Harold started shaking. Shaking, that old cock let loose into the back of my throat, some surprisingly sweet-tasting cum (He surprised me how hard he came, cause I didn't think he had it in him) and a fair amount of it. So much that I spilled some on my blouse. But I sucked it down, making a loud, pleasurable sound. Then, as quickly as I kneeled in front of him, I got up and said, "See, people might even like you if you would lighten up a bit." I walked straight out of the church, got into my car, and it was only then I noticed that there was a large drop of cum on my chin. I used my finger to wipe it off and licked it off, smiling and thinking that old Harold might be an old shriveled prune, but at least he wasn't as limp a prick anymore. And this 34-year-old pastor's wife had actually cum while just sucking off that 81-year-old man.	3
99,180	We Always Do It For Real 27	He took my right hand, and we stood up together from the table. I hastily adjusted my dress to preserve - for a few moments longer - the little modesty it offered. It was only a few steps along the corridor to the entrance to the main living-room. As we reached the door, I turned to face him, gesturing to him to wait. I unhooked the little chain from my collar, letting the top of my dress slide down my left arm; then slowly pulled apart the gold rope holding it together on my right hip. The white cloth swung quickly across to reveal my full nakedness, modified for the moment by the tiny scrap of gold cloth between my legs. I could feel the back of the dress swish delightfully across my bottom; then the whole thing slid to the floor. I posed for him, raising my arms above my head and enjoying the lift of my breasts almost as much as he did. He was tearing off his shirt, while I slowly withdrew the pins from my lustrous hair. I shook it out and tossed it free to tumble down my back. One of the Filipina maids was already picking up my dress and preparing to put it away for me; I smiled at her and handed her the pins so that they did not fall on the carpet. Mr Horrigan was kicking off his shoes and dropping his trousers now. I stroked myself longingly, pausing to tweak and preen my breasts. He reached for my hips. "No, let me... watch..." I murmured; then gradually - oh, _so_ slowly - teasing myself almost beyond endurance - pulled apart the bows of my tiny gold panties and threw them aside with a little smile of happiness. Fully naked at last, apart from my shoes and the broad gold bands snug round my neck and upper arms, I played for a moment with my pubic hair, stroking my bottom with my other hand. For the previous day's video session, the make-up girl had neatly shaped and trimmed my hair, so that the crisp little curls peeped prettily from between my legs. At last I stretched out my hands to my partner. "Fuck me," I begged him shyly. "Oh, _please_ fuck me..." Once in the living-room, I fell to my knees on the carpet. How right I had been, hours ago in the hotel lobby, to question whether there was any connection between a man's good looks and his sexual capacity. Mr Horrigan was squat and hairy, but his erection was everything I most liked in a man - thick and long. I stroked it adoringly with one hand, tickling the heavy balls with the other, dreaming of the mass of creamy cum gathered in there, waiting for me. And for the other girls, of course, but I was to have the first helping and knew that in some ways it would be the best. I rose up on my knees and took his cock between my breasts, pushing it flat against his stomach and caressing the delicate underside with my equally sensitive skin. I had to have him everywhere tonight, I thought. Whether or not I am chosen for the foursome later, I just had to feel this heavenly rod of firm flesh in my mouth, in my cunt, and above all thrust deeply into my arse... "Oh, darling, I can't wait any longer..." Did I say that or did he? We both felt it. I squatted down again and held his cock in both hands. I opened my mouth wide, and began to take him. One hand wandered round his back and caressed him, feeling its way into the cleft between his buttocks, a finger daringly tickling his arsehole, offering to go further. "Oh, Megumi, you wonderful girl, how did you know...?" Well, of course I didn't know, I was finding out, which is what makes it so wonderful every time with a new partner. But now the head of his cock was pressing against the back of my mouth. I lowered my tongue and prepared to swallow it. My tight gold collar constricted my throat, forcing him to bore his way slowly through it, increasing the pleasure for both of us. He was so beyond control now that I was afraid he might fall, and reluctantly withdrew my hands from his anus and the root of his cock so that I could support him by grasping his thighs. I suddenly felt his hands seize the back of my head for support, pressing the last centimetres of his cock deep into my face. His hair was tickling my nose and lips now, making it difficult for me to breathe, the lack of oxygen adding to my sexual delight. My tongue continued to lap round the part of his cock that was in my mouth, and soon enough I felt the swelling which told me the evening's first load of cum was about to force its way down my throat. He swayed but somehow remained upright, shouting that I was wonderful, that he loved me, that he had never known a girl like me... Gradually he withdrew his cock from my throat, and a great gobbet of cum flooded my mouth. He tasted salty and thick, as all men do, but somehow sweet and frothy like egg-white too - all men are different as well as the same. That's another thing that makes a new partner so exciting: you never know. I swilled it round my mouth, mixing it with my saliva, relishing it, letting a little of the precious mixture dribble onto my breasts; then swallowed gratefully as he fell to his knees beside me on the carpet, holding me tight. "Don't let's stop yet!" He helped me crawl to a couch standing nearby. I was vaguely aware that the other two couples were fucking joyfully elsewhere in the room, Sanae-san shouting instructions to Mr Lloyd to suck her harder as she sat on his face, crushing it under her crotch. I was now on my back on the couch, my legs wide apart as for long minutes Mr Horrigan repaid me in full with deep thrusts of his tongue, slurping up my thick cunt-juice with grunts of pleasure. At last he was ready to penetrate me again and I heard myself scream with joy as his wonderful erection entered my pussy. He pumped hard and I grabbed his cock as best I could with the muscles of my cunt. Now that he had given me his quick first orgasm, there was no need any more to be careful, to spin out our pleasure and postpone the next climax. "Having second helpings, are we?" I opened my eyes and saw Roido-san bending over us, having evidently finished with Sanae. "Oh, God, Jerry - she's great!" I heard Mr Horrigan say in a high-pitched voice. "I've never fucked a girl as wonderful as this - never ever! I can't thank you enough for getting her for me tonight..." I could feel him losing control of his erection. "_Please_ don't talk," I begged him, "just fuck me!" "You talking to him or to me?" said Roido-san with a grin, and passed out of my line of vision. Suddenly I felt Mr Horrigan raise his upper body and take my thighs in his hands, pushing my legs even further apart and upwards. His erection began to press ever more firmly against the upper wall of my cunt, driving my clitoris to even greater heights of pleasure. Suddenly something extraordinary began to happen: it was as if his cock was doubling in size as another thickness began to force its way into me. I squinted down my body. Was it _possible_? Oh Gods, I beg you, _make_ it possible! Two wonderful, slippery erections, slithering in and out of my cunt in unison, then fighting each other for control, then thrusting into me again... I have never, before or since, felt anything so wonderful. It couldn't last long, of course. The two men could hardly be expected to hold their difficult positions for more than a few seconds. But now I have experienced it, and know it can be done. The lower cock, Roido-san's, began to pull out, but as I began to mumble my protests Mr Horrigan whispered in my ear. "Please turn over, darling. I _must_ fuck your arse now." It was what I had been dreaming of since first taking his lovely cock in my hands. With his help I rolled off the couch onto the floor, pulling my knees up under my chest so as to give him full access. Almost at once the tip of his cock was pressing against my rosebud, and choosing its moment thrust past my defences. Again I felt that flaming glory as his irresistible erection thrust upwards, ever upwards into my deepest hole. He rode me high, leaning well forward over my back and taking the weight on one arm while the other hand felt my breasts, pinching the nipples delightfully. Suddenly I realised this was only the beginning. Another cock was demanding entrance to my frustrated cunt, left unsatisfied since that glorious moment when, for a brief while, it had held two erections at once. Now it was being stuffed again... not as fully as then, of course, that would be impossible, but soon the opposing movement of the two men, ruthlessly fucking my two lower holes, their cocks separated only by the thinnest of walls, was bringing me close to my next climax. I lifted my head and screamed with joy. Two strong arms locked themselves round my neck and pulled me down again into a passionate embrace. The other tongue fought successfully with mine and began to explore the inside of my mouth. I opened my eyes to find Sanae beneath me, lying on the carpet at an angle but as close to me as Mr Horrigan's left leg would allow. Beside her was her husband, fucking her hard as she kissed me.Hadn't he just finished screwing his hostess? Later on, I recalled, he was to have his turn with my cunt, which I now knew must for the moment be occupied by Roido-san. I was enjoying the intensity of Sanae's kisses, and the thought that I was sharing her with a man, but selfishly I was determined to have the full three-way fuck I had been promised. Or somebody had been promised; but the choice seemed to have settled on me as we progressed without pause to the second item on our host's programme. I pulled away from her. "Please let me suck your cock!" I said. "You all promised..." "All right," said Mr Igarashi's voice. "Move over, Sanae, let's do this properly." She wriggled out of the way, and soon a new cock presented itself to my lips as my third man knelt in front of me. I opened my mouth wide and it slid into me as he moved forward on his knees. I could feel Mr Horrigan easing back a little to give him room. The cock was coated with Sanae's cunt-juice, but why should I mind? As I licked it off it gave me an extra layer of pleasure to think that a fourth person was somehow involved in fucking me - a person I had found perversely arousing less than an hour ago. But although Igarashi-san's erection was long it was quite slender. If I was to give him with my mouth the same pleasure I had given Mr Horrigan, I had to make an adjustment. Somehow I supported myself on my elbows and got my hands to my gold collar. Ripping apart the Velcro fastening I was able to fix it tighter round my neck, just as the head of my new partner's cock reached the back of my throat. Again I relished the excitement of an erection burrowing tightly into me: I was spitted from both ends now, as if the hard flesh worming its way down my throat was trying to reach the other cock deeply embedded in my arse and straining to penetrate me yet further, spurred on by the rhythmic thudding of the cock fucking my cunt. It could not last much longer. All four of us were raised already to the highest possible pitch of sexual excitement. The two men in my lower holes came almost together, and Mr Igarashi soon afterwards. For my part I felt as if I had been coming magnificently for several minutes without a break. Perhaps I had. The men gradually pulled their shrinking erections from my body, and when my heart and breathing had returned to something like normal Kazuko Lloyd helped me to my feet. One of the housemaids hurried forward and knelt on the carpet, dabbing at the drops of cum with a wet cloth before they could harden. Sanae watched with interest the girl's miniskirt riding up her naked bottom as she worked. "Can I have her?" I heard her ask Roido-san. "Sure, if you like - and she likes," he said with a laugh. "You're a bit of a tomboy, aren't you Melody?" "Oh, yes sir," replied the girl from the floor. "If you want, ma'am!" I learnt later that "tomboy" is Philippine English for lesbian, but just now I was being helped to the bathroom by Kazuko. "You'd better make it up with Sanae," she said as soon as we were alone together. "She's rather annoyed with you just now." A few minutes later I returned from the bathroom clean, fresh, lightly perfumed from the toiletries Kazuko kept there for her guests, and eager for more sex. I had also had time to think. It was true that I had behaved very badly to Sanae in rejecting her advances in favour of her husband's. But perhaps she could be brought to understand how desperate I had been to experience the bliss of having all three of my holes stuffed at once? To be transfixed by three erections simultaneously must surely be the height of any girl's sexual ambition. Even Sanae with her lesbian preferences must see that. It had been done to me only a few times before, and even tonight I had not achieved the ultimate perfection of bringing all three men, and myself, to completely simultaneous orgasm. Meanwhile I must find a way of making it up to her. I decided I would be obedient and submissive. That would put her in a better mood, and would also encourage her to treat me delightfully as her slave. We would both enjoy that, and afterwards she might be willing to listen to my explanation and forgive me. From where she was lying sprawled on one of the couches, finished for the moment with Melody, she saw me enter the room. "Come here, slut!" she called roughly. I went over to her at once, taking little feminine steps in my high heels, and stood before her with head bowed and hands folded just above my crotch. "How dare you behave like that to me?" she went on. "Rejecting me for a ... a man, like the filthy slut you are?" "I am very sorry, Sanae-san. I really couldn't help it, I wanted a cock in my mouth so much. But," I went on, as she seemed about to lash out at me again, "I promise to do everything I can to please you in future." "I ought to punish you - very hard." "Oh, please..." I whispered. Of course I meant "Please do punish me". If there was one thing that had made this evening less than perfect so far, it was that no one had yet suggested any whipping or even spanking. It hadn't been on Roido-san's programme. I felt my body quivering with desire at the thought that Sanae might be about to whip or cane me. I would be so wonderfully, tremblingly submissive ... But she said nothing more of it. I knew Kazuko had no taste for such things, and had perhaps banned the use of the whip in this intimate party, even though she knew how much I loved it. "On your knees, where you belong, slut!" ordered Sanae. I knelt at the end of the couch. She spread her legs even wider and leant back against the raised top of the couch, her arms folded behind her head. I knew what I had to do. I put my hands lightly on her well-muscled thighs and ran the point of my tongue experimentally along the line of her pussy. Her husband's cock had been smeared with her cunt-juice when it entered my mouth, and the taste excited me by recalling that lovely moment. "Oh, Sanae-san!" I said. "I love you so much! Please let me be your slave, and teach me to do the things you like." I buried my face between her legs and dug deep into her cunt with my tongue. She soon began to writhe and groan under my efforts and after a few minutes leant forward to pull me up to join her on the couch. We lay closely together as best we could in the narrow space, legs and arms entangled, breasts and crotches wriggling delightedly against each other. She petted me and told me how much she loved me. I kissed her passionately, trying to efface the memory of my earlier rejection. "Please teach me everything!" I said again. "I want so much to be like you..." At the time I said it I really meant it. "Darling Megumi... let me suck your pussy." I scrambled round quickly into a 69 position, pressing my cunt down onto her expert tongue. Before starting to reciprocate, I looked around the room. Roido-san and Mr Horrigan were eagerly watching our performance. Kazuko gently disentangled herself from an embrace with Mr Igarashi and went to give instructions to the housemaids whose round eyes and open mouths betrayed their excited fascination. When I came up for air a few minutes later, I saw the two Filipinas coming back into the room, naked now except for their black high heels and white frilly caps - just as they and their colleagues usually were at their hosts' big sex-parties. Giggling, they waited for orders. Melody was soon squatting over Mr Horrigan's cock, while Roido-san took the other girl and Kazuko, the duties of a hostess attended to, returned to Mr Igarashi. I suppose it is obvious when you think about it, but lesbian sex must always feel different from straight sex. However much you postpone the great moment, when you are being fucked by a man the climax inevitably comes; he rolls off you; and you come down from the heights until it is time to lifted up into them again. Of course a girl who knows what another girl likes can bring you to a splendid orgasm from time to time, but the process somehow never reaches climax. It is a marvellous series of delights, but - speaking for myself - however attentive to my needs a lesbian lover is, I am always left hungry for something stronger at the end. Sanae was a wonderful lover, and kept me floating through clouds of pleasure for what felt like ages, but at last I had had enough. I snuggled up to her and kissed her and thanked her, and then looked round the room as my pleasure ebbed. It made me feel a little sad to watch Mr Horrigan and Melody having so much fun together. "Yes, I know what you're thinking," said Sanae as she followed my gaze. "Why not? I want her and you want him. No hard feelings." She began to struggle to her feet. The pretty Filipina showed no surprise when she was gently pulled off Mr Horrigan, and moments later was demonstrating to Sanae her abilities as a tomboy. I took her place and slid his firm, slippery cock into my cunt. Oh, that was what I had missed in my encounter with Sanae! After so many ejaculations it took him a satisfyingly long time to come; but at last the hot sperm flooded into me, and he was telling me how wonderful I was and I was telling him how much I adored his cock and begging him to fuck me again.	5
99,289	Haruka's Education	Haruka Performs at Synthesis Synthesis was indeed a big public place down a side street a short walk from Roppongi Hills, the area's newly rebuilt center. There was an enormous garishly illuminated signboard outside, decorated with artwork of stylized nude girls and displaying simpering semi-nude photos of at least some of the girls who were allegedly on stage that evening. In a mixture of kanji, katakana, and romaji, it proclaimed "20 GIRLS 20 OK!!" and informed customers that they were welcome to use their cameras. If you can't stop it, you might as well make the most of permitting it, I thought. A barker in an ill-fitting tuxedo looked Haruka over hungrily and then started on his sales pitch. "She's here to perform," I said firmly as Haruka flirted with him, "and I'm representing..." He changed at once from salesman to boss and brusquely directed Haruka to the stage door. "Do you want me to wait and take you home?" I asked before she disappeared. "No, no - stay and enjoy the show as long as you like, but don't wait for me. I'll be all right. Someone's bound to give me a ride home." She stood on tiptoe in her heels and kissed me. "Enjoy yourself," I said. "I intend to," she replied, and disappeared into a side entrance. "If you're coming in, it's this way," said the barker, heading me off from following Haruka into the backstage area. Haruka's manager had kept his promise, and a mention of his name got me into the theatre without paying. These places have certainly improved since I was last here, I thought. The stage was large and placed centrally in the big room, surrounded by the audience, many of whom, clutching cameras, were squatting on the floor as close to the performers as they could get. The stage was made up of an oblong joining two circular platforms, each of which had a rotating center on which a girl could dance or lie under the bright pulsating lights while being turned slowly and displayed to everyone at that end of the theatre. Three girls were performing. They were much prettier than girls in such theatres used to be, I thought, looking at them dancing to the loud music and bathed in the elaborate lighting effects - Synthesis did not favor the discreet sophistication of the classier private clubs. Some of the audience, seeing a gaijin guest approaching the stage, shifted politely to one side to make room for me, but I gestured that I did not expect that and chose instead a tip-up seat in the first row behind the enthusiastic photographers clustered round the stage. A nude girl was rolling from side to side on one of the circular platforms, stroking her body slowly and sexily with her hands, opening her legs wide then closing them again, making sure her admirers got to see and photograph everything they were paying for and reaching down into the audience with a coy smile to pat them and stroke their hair and faces. On the platform at the other end, another girl in high-heeled boots and a glittering g-string was dancing vigorously, tossing her long tousled hair so as to hide and then reveal her pretty breasts. From time to time she would tuck her fingers into her g-string, stroke herself and make to remove it before retreating again from the final revelation, skillfully stoking the spectators' lust and, I guessed, her own - a girl's perky erect nipples are always a clear indication of her own arousal. Up and down the middle of the stage a girl was walking with elegant steps, wearing a pretty party dress with a dark blue spangled strapless top, fluffing up the white petticoats of its wide short skirt with her gloved hands so as to make clear, as if by accident, that she was wearing nothing underneath. This theatre was after all a palace of fantasy, where in his memory or on his camera every man could store up visions of his dream girl: a nude and insatiable slut rolling around just beyond his reach, a juicy tigress with her fingers inside her g-string where he wanted his to be, or a cute date who had forgotten to wear panties and was provocatively available under her dainty skirt. The music became faster. The nude girl at one end of the stage rolled slowly towards the center of her round platform away from her admirers, stood up, made a low bow and disappeared into the wings. I had been wondering how the girls got on and off the stage: there did not seem to be any curtains separating the performance space from the backstage area. Still perfectly nude, she just stepped down off the end of the stage and walked through the audience till she left the lighted area and vanished into a dark corridor behind the last row of spectators. As the show progressed, I saw that all the girls did that, receiving the compliments and caresses of audience members as they passed among them with grace or with mock-modest squeals. It was a nice extra touch of intimacy between spectators and performers, I thought. When I looked back at the stage, I saw that the girl in the party dress had taken over the empty platform. She was kneeling on the edge, encouraging her admirers to reach up to her, and then twisted round inviting them to help her by sliding down the zipper holding her blue spangled top together. It soon fell away, leaving her naked above the waist. She let it lie unwanted on the stage, stood up and stroked her firm breasts teasing the nipples fully erect. Then she danced, fiddling with the waistband of her frilly skirt. That, I was sure, would not stay on much longer. The revelation would be all the more arousing for her lack of panties: there would be a sudden contrast between her modest skirt and her shameless nudity when she stood before us, charming in just heels and long gloves. Meanwhile, the girl in boots had removed her g-string at last and was now posing provocatively on the central area, her fingers probing vigorously into her cunt. After a few minutes of masturbation, she withdrew her hand, squatted down with her thighs wide apart and held out her fingers for an admirer on my side of the stage to lick. When she was tired of teasing him, she stood again and danced across to the other side, first rejecting a man's advances and then with mock reluctance encouraging him to come up on stage and join her. That left the other round platform free, and two new girls had entered and taken it over. They were wearing the sort of short tight dresses girls wear when they go to discos, one in blue and one in red. A glitter ball had started to turn above them, showering them with flashes of colored light. They had their arms around each other and as they danced, their tiny tight skirts, which were hardly long enough to cover their bottoms fully, rose up further and gave a clear view of the minute black crotch-pieces which just covered their pubic hair. They danced vigorously together with long, high kicks of their elegant legs. Then they stopped and began to kiss passionately, their hands running up and down each other's bodies, lifting their skirts to waist level. First one, then the other tiny crotch-piece was removed and thrown uncaringly into the audience to be snatched up by souvenir-hunters who savored their aroma rapturously. The two girls slowly collapsed onto the revolving platform and continued their lesbian love-making. At the other end of the stage, the girl who had once been showing off her party dress was wearing only her long gloves now, and was teetering coyly on the edge of her platform pretending to refuse urgent invitations to step down into the audience. At last she gave way, and an eager group of men gathered round her, stroking and petting her nakedness as she reclined among them, her gloved arms elegantly arranged as she begged them insincerely not to gang-rape her. Back on the central part of the stage, the naked girl in boots took her chosen man by the hand and led him to the now vacant platform. He knelt in front of her, stroking her arse and kissing her neatly trimmed mound. She pressed him down onto his back, unfastened his belt and released his trousers, revealing underpants decorated with some kind of slogan. She swung round and squatted over his face. He grabbed her waist and pulled her down onto his mouth, eagerly slurping her juice while she leant forward and began to stroke his erection through the cloth of his underpants. The lesbian couple had undressed each other fully now and were coupling enthusiastically as colored spotlights swung over them. There was no MC at this theatre holding things up with irrelevant announcements, but before the next girl entered there was a recorded drum-roll suggesting that the management thought she deserved special attention. The music slowed, and she stepped onto the round platform to one side of the lesbian couple and strode with slow, confident steps in silver sandals with tall spike heels towards the central part of the stage.Her head was thrown back so that her long hair cascaded down almost as far as her bottom. She was covered in a long white drapery tied together in a simple bow at her neck above her breasts: it flowed round her and was big enough to cover her legs as she walked, but it was thin and the lights now concentrating on her from both sides shone through it and revealed a clear outline of her nakedness. As she reached the part of the stage intended for her performance, she broke into a slow, lithe dance, waving her arms, raising her legs high, and twisting her supple body till she was bent back almost far enough to touch the floor with her hands before suddenly going down on her knees with her thighs wide open. Still, we in the audience could see only the outline of her nudity silhouetted in the semi-transparent cloth. The audience were fascinated, overwhelmed by her graceful beauty. The management were right to draw attention to this girl, I thought, as she was special and knew how to combine the aesthetic with the erotic. Suddenly, I recognized her: it was Haruka making her first appearance. She was an experienced young stripper by now and knew it was important to take her time over revealing her nakedness, stoking up the audience's lust so that the final revelation would be even more enjoyable. But I knew her well enough to see that she was as excited and eager as any man in her audience. She pretended to be in control of the sexual magic which bound us to her, but in reality, her lust was as seething as ours. As she danced, her hands kept fluttering up towards the bow which was all that held together the cloth covering her. I could hear her appealing to us as she played with the cloth, "May I? Oh please, may I? I want to so much!" And of course, every man within range of her pleading voice was answering, "Yes, yes! Take it off!" "I want to be nude - oh, so much! Please, I must be, I _must_!" "Yes, yes! You must!" they replied. She went down on her knees again, her thighs wide open. With a delicate gesture, her fingers plucked at the bow above her breasts, released it - and then, first taking a deep breath, she flung her arms wide apart briefly holding the cloth behind her and then letting it flutter to the ground, revealing the perfect nudity that we had all known was there waiting for us. Her naked beauty was enhanced by an elaborate glittering necklace and pretty bangles clasping her upper arms and hinting at her willing enslavement to the overwhelming lust uniting everyone in the big room. There was a gasp as we experienced together that moment of awestruck wonder at the loveliness of a girl's youthful nudity. It does not always occur, and when it does, it lasts only a split-second before being swept aside by the thrusting upsurge of desire. It is unforgettable, this simultaneous experience of perfect beauty and scorching lust. Girls feel it too when they are nude before an audience, conscious that at the supreme moment of revelation they inspire both awe and appetite in the men they are enslaving. It is a more addictive high than any drug can give, and a girl who has once experienced it will be driven to seek it again and again. There was not a millimetre of Haruka's desirable body I did not know intimately. I had lost count of the number of times, and ways, I had fucked her and pleasured her. So why was I so thrilled by seeing her up there? There is something especially beautiful about seeing your own girl, nude on stage or at a party, lusted after by an appreciative audience and coyly displaying her own pretty lust in return. And I am not the jealous type: I have always been willing to share my girls, and I enjoy seeing them fucked. When we part, and they go off to better themselves in the wonderful world of sex, we part with happy memories and without regrets. There are always other girls, after all, eager to be picked up and introduced to pleasures they have been dreaming about and longing to experience. Haruka was on her feet again now, dancing with long elegant strides round the edge of the stage, getting closer and closer to her audience. After three or four circuits, she crossed to the centre again and picked up the sheet she had worn by one end. Now she was running, joyously like a girl nude in the open air, the long cloth floating behind her. Then her mood changed: she stopped, wrapped the cloth teasingly round her hips and performed a series of high kicks without ever quite revealing her pussy. The audience groaned in frustration. She knelt again, up on her knees with her thighs neatly together, and was briefly modest. She crossed her arms over her breasts with her hands clutching her shoulders and buried her face: I could have sworn I even saw her blush. As soon as she was satisfied that this shy pose had wound the audience's lust for her up yet another notch, she suddenly changed again and arranged herself in a half-reclining position, stroking herself sexily and lasciviously as if showing her admirers what she longed to have them do to her. She rolled across to the very edge of the stage on the side where I was sitting, the cloth following her and wrapping itself round her thighs and hips as she raised one leg and teased her pussy and clitoris with her fingers. Those closest to her leaned forward, watching and photographing avidly as she took up a series of elegant poses while holding the lips of her love-hole daintily open with her fingertips so that they could gaze at the juicy pinkness within. A few bold fingers crept forward and entered her. She gasped with pleasure, then pulled away, changed position and offered herself to others. Then it was the turn of her admirers across the stage. She rolled over, taking the cloth with her. I could not see exactly what she was doing, though I could hear the gasps of pleasure and admiration over the slow music. I glanced at the other acts. To my right, the lesbian couple had chosen a man and were fucking him vigorously as he lay on his back, one impaled on his cock, the other sitting firmly on his face, while above him they kissed passionately and caressed each other's breasts. Over on the left-hand platform, another threesome was turning slowly under the lights, the nude girl on knees and elbows being fucked from behind by one man while another was taking up position for her to suck him - I could just see another man struggling into his shirt and trousers as he prepared to leave the platform having had his own turn in her skilful mouth. Haruka was standing again now. She skipped in little steps to where she had left her covering and with graceful movements picked it up, folded it neatly and arranged it on the floor as a rudimentary bed. She reclined elegantly, one leg over the other and supporting her upper body on one hand as she beckoned to the audience on both sides with the other. A glitter ball in the ceiling began to turn, showering her with flakes of golden light. I could hear her moaning with longing and then murmuring "Oh, I _must_ have it! Fuck me, fuck me! Please, _please_ don't keep me waiting!" There was a short pause, but then champions climbed onto the stage, one from each side. They quickly shed their clothes and knelt beside her, stroking and kissing her. As if by agreement, one moved downwards till he could gently move her legs apart and start to kiss her crotch, luxuriating in that juicy hairless pussy which I had enjoyed so often. The other remained by her head, kissing her upper mouth passionately in between bouts of licking and nibbling her nipples. But soon the man at her lower mouth had enough of kisses and, rising onto his knees, prepared to enter her. His colleague also offered her his cock, and soon they were penetrating her at both ends. Not surprisingly, in view of the excitement and stimulation of fucking in front of an audience, they both came quickly, one spattering her face and breasts with blobs and streaks which glistened in the light, the other at last pulling out, leaving a trail of creamy cum oozing gently out of her pussy. "More! More! Oh, I _must_ have more!" she moaned. Two other men soon took their places, kneeling on either side of her as she stroked their erections, then entering her and fucking both her juicy love-holes vigorously. After that, Haruka slowly stood up and gathered up her cloth, wrapping it lightly round her hips. The cum dripping slowly down her face and breasts still shone prettily in the spotlights as she bowed respectfully to the audience and modestly accepted their applause. Of course, she had not had enough - I knew Haruka better than that - but no doubt other girls were impatiently waiting for their turn to get nude and be fucked. She stepped off the stage on the side opposite where I was sitting and made her way through the audience. It took her a little while: her admirers wanted the chance to stroke and grope her, of course, and one man caught hold of a corner of her cloth as it floated elegantly behind her so that she was arrested in her progress and had to go back to where he was sitting and wave a finger at him in a pretty role-play of a mother or teacher admonishing a naughty child. But in due course, she passed the last row of seats and was about to enter the darkened area leading to the backstage region. There were new girls to enjoy on stage, but I was still watching her across the big room and saw what happened next: a man, young and smartly dressed so far as I could see, stopped her and spoke to her. His gestures were respectful and conciliatory, and she responded with surprise but not alarm. Whatever it was he wanted, she seemed to be agreeing, and accompanied him back to the front row of seats.There she had quite a long discussion with a man sitting diagonally across from me, which ended with her bowing in formal agreement to whatever he had said, then making gestures towards her own naked body which clearly meant "But I need to shower and tidy up first." Then with another bow, she allowed the first man to usher her towards the backstage area and disappeared. Interesting, I thought: has she, as she predicted when we parted outside the theatre, found the companion for the rest of the evening who will in due course see her safely home? Meanwhile, the show was of course continuing, and I turned my attention to the new arrivals. A group of girls in matching ultra-short _bodikon_ dresses had taken over the left-hand platform and were having fun undressing each other. On the central stage, a pair of nude girls were squatting as close to the audience as they could get, offering their pussies and assholes to be examined and fingered. I was struck by the charming performance of one girl and her admirer who were reclining in a romantic pose on the revolving platform to my right. She was very pretty even by the high standards of this establishment, and the man she had selected from the audience was cradling her in one arm, kissing her breasts as she leaned back and surrendered herself to his attentions. With the hand not supporting her, he was gently fondling her crotch as she tensed and stretched her legs in obvious spasms of pleasure, kicking and pointing with her little feet in their gold high-heels the way a girl often does as an orgasm approaches and begins to overwhelm her. His fingers were dipping tenderly in and out of her pussy, the copious love-juice shining in the light. I found their loving performance very touching: here was a man, I thought, who comes to this theatre not just to fuck the girls for his own pleasure but to demonstrate on stage what it really means to make love. And in him, a girl had found the ecstasy that she had been longing for ever since she had been lucky enough to be chosen from among so many gifted applicants for her dream job of performing nude in public. Soon she was begging him to take her. He pushed her legs forward into the W shape that Japanese men like so much and entered her in a single smooth thrust, while she clung to him with her arms and wrapped her legs round his hips, drumming with her gold heels against his buttocks. I could hear her begging him incoherently to fuck her harder and deeper. She came rapturously, and he let her take the lead, following her three or four strokes later. When at last they had recovered, he helped her to her feet and supported her gently as they both bowed to the audience. She kissed him lovingly while cocking up one leg flirtatiously like an old-style film-star, then waved good-bye to the audience as she scampered off backstage with the other girls. I expected to see him return to his place, but he followed her - had he already been invited to join her and other girls backstage or was he in fact an actor, planted in the audience for a rehearsed performance? I must find out: if I was to write about this show, my readers would certainly want to know if specially chosen men were employed to fuck the prettiest girls! With the lovers' departure, the circular area to my right was empty, but of course, girls continued stripping and fucking enthusiastically on the central stage and to my left. The music suddenly speeded up, and the lighting on the empty area began to flash brightly. Another girl burst onto the stage and at once began a vigorous dance. She was already topless and wearing only a wrap-round microskirt in a plastic material open down one side and held up by a buckle on her hip. On her feet, she had shiny black ankle-boots with what must have been the highest and slenderest heels she could possibly manage, but despite that constraint, she danced confidently and skillfully, showing off her legs with high kicks and spinning expertly around the stage. She began to release the buckle of her skirt, and soon unwrapped it from her hips and tossed it behind her. She had not bothered with panties or g-string and was now dancing fully and superbly naked. I recognized her at once as Haruka, back on stage for her second performance of the evening, but I doubt if others in the audience did. Instead of the slow, graceful, sensuous display of her earlier routine with the teasing translucent sheet, here was a tempestuous erotic dance by a girl rejoicing in her own nude beauty and driving herself into a voracious fury of fervent lust. Could any man - any number of men - satisfy her appetite? They were about to have a chance to try. After several minutes of dynamic dance, she came down on one knee at the edge of the stage, opened her legs wide and grabbed the first hands that reached out to stroke her. She dragged her partners up to join her, then rolled away from them across the stage. They were out of their clothes almost as soon as she was on her feet again, and making them chase her as she resumed her rapid dance. Clearly, only multiple rape stood any chance of satisfying her raging appetite, and it followed soon enough: as she let herself be caught and flung to the ground, I could just hear her saying, "Yes, yes! Take me! Oh please rape me hard!" and then she was being vigorously spit-roasted, one partner taking her cunt from behind while the other filled her mouth. She had excited them both so much that it did not take them long to climax, but that was not enough for her. Two more men sitting at the other side of the stage were dragged up to fuck her, after which she scrambled to her feet and, feigning exhaustion, bowed to the audience, waved happily and strutted off on her absurdly high heels to the accompaniment of cheers and applause. I felt a little sorry for the other performers who had been overshadowed by Haruka's act: if there is one girl to whose memory most of this audience will jack off tonight, I thought, it is her. I must remember to tell her when at last she comes home. It will please her greatly, though of course, she would much prefer to be fucked in reality rather than masturbated over in fantasy! The stage was now empty, and there were expectant murmurs from the regulars in the audience. Clearly, some kind of finale was now due. There was a distorted and incomprehensible announcement over the sound system, followed by a recorded roll of drums. Then what looked like the entire team of girls poured onto the stage, all naked except for their heels and little cat-like masks over the upper part of their faces. They began by dancing in two circles on the round platforms, then six - three on each side - moved to the edges of the central stage. They posed and gyrated with their legs wide apart, knelt with their hands slapping against their thighs in time to the music, stood again, and performed complex maneuvers crossing over the stage and exchanging position with other girls. Those not immediately part of the display of pussies danced up and down the centre of the stage or danced together, sometimes in teasing lesbian combinations, sometimes solo while stroking themselves as if yearning to be fucked - as of course they were - on the round platforms. Out of curiosity, I tried to count them to see if, as advertised outside the theatre, there were indeed twenty nude girls on stage, but their movements were too rapid. Was Haruka in there somewhere? With the cat-like masks the girls were wearing, it was impossible to be sure, and even Haruka would have required a few minutes to recover from her previous performance. I had an impression of a few girls joining the others in their dance as it proceeded: perhaps she was one of them. The lights were shining on them and swinging over them in a wide variety of colours, and the music was fast and furious. The whole effect was, of course, highly erotic and stimulating. Girls began to choose partners - or offered themselves to be chosen with little squeals of joy - and bring them up on stage. At first, the sex was limited to stroking and sucking as girls knelt before their lovers, helped them out of their clothes and teased their erections. But soon, men who had not been chosen climbed onto the stage to join in, and the fucking couples developed into happy threesomes and even larger groups as hardly a single love-hole was neglected and left without a tongue or cock to pleasure it. The colored spots continued to shine down on the delightful scene, and a theatrical golden rain floated down sparkling in the lights from containers high above. I suppose I could have joined in. Some of the men in the seated area had done so, though most like me were content to sit and watch the impressive banquet of multiple fucking spread out before us. No doubt this was the climax of the show every night, but it was an intriguing thought that it could never be exactly the same twice: the girls could follow the same routine, but the final result would depend on how individual members of the audience chose to join in and which girls they wanted to fuck and how. Theatres like Synthesis were much tamer when I visited them after I first arrived in Japan: plenty of nudity, of course, but little of the exciting disco or rock-gig lighting and certainly no on-stage fucking. It had been difficult but not impossible for a _gaijin_ to do what the Japanese did and approach one of the girls after the show and make an arrangement with her. The lack of on-stage fucking meant that you had both built up a high level of tingling lust, she by displaying herself nude and you by watching her, which you both needed to satisfy.On the whole, the girls preferred to fuck their regular Japanese admirers, only the most enterprising being willing to take a chance with an exotic but unpredictable Westerner. Then, as my writing career developed, I had gradually stopped coming here. I found I had access to some of the more specialized Tokyo sex clubs: of the lower level, of course. I knew only too well that, in this highly stratified society, there were other more sophisticated and exclusive clubs designed to satisfy the specialized requirements of wealthy and powerful men, and I could never enter them - even if a few of the girls to whose training I had contributed had managed to climb the professional ladder high enough to be employed there. I knew they had because, very occasionally, they were sufficiently grateful to their old _sensei_ to visit me and thank me by letting me savor their specialist skills. Above that, there were, no doubt, layers of even greater power and privilege, establishments I could only guess at where members were served by girls whose abilities I could only ever dream of tasting. This evening, I had learned that, waiting all the time for me to discover it, there was now a huge lower level, open to anyone with the price of entry, of theaters like Synthesis meeting the uncomplicated needs of those for whom even the least sophisticated members-only clubs were out of reach, and staffed by armies of girls whose pleasure it was to join them in straightforward nudity and sexual release. Paradise for Everyman - and Everygirl. That was Japan: a country where every need and desire was accurately calibrated and perfectly met. Why would anyone want to live anywhere else? I asked myself for the thousandth time. As I strolled out into the street in search of a taxi, girls glanced at me, their lowered eyes and slight smiles hinting at their interest. I had my erection under control, but perhaps they were instinctively responding to the pheromones which emanate from even the best-behaved man when he has been subjected to hours of sexual teasing and stimulation, prompting unconscious reactions from somewhere deep within a girl's sensuality. On another occasion, I might well have smiled back and attempted conversation, but that evening there was only one cunt which could satisfy me. I hoped the girl who owned it would not keep me waiting too long.	4
99,362	Marriage of State	His French is very strange, although Parisians might mock us both. That horrid jumped-up wine merchant, Geoffrey, certainly would. I'll have to learn Bavarian, of course; but that can wait. Meanwhile, the preparations move on. We're always being rushed from one place to another, but nothing seems to get done. It will all be done by noon tomorrow, however, or won't be done at all. My gown is terribly ornate. This is a wedding, not a coronation. That will come sooner or later. I will say with all honesty that it can come later for all my wish. He is not that old, closer to Henry's age than to Father's. I hope that he can be as merry as Henry can. We don't see much of each other outside of public occasions, though. I can't remember even Henry being merry with the whole court looking on. The talk in privacy will come soon enough. Let me be honest. The privacy will come tomorrow night, and that is much too soon. The Latin was almost the same, at least. The marriage service seemed much longer than others I've attended. I say so to Henry when we get a moment to speak after the feast. "It lasts much longer when one is at the altar," he answers. "I can remember my own wedding. Let me get you a cup of wine, and you can get back to the dancing." "I think that I have had too much wine already." "No, little sister, not nearly enough." I take his meaning, and his offered cup. Hereafter I will drink when I am not dancing. But I am already a little dizzy. The ladies lead me to the bedchamber and remove all my clothes, but they let me get into bed well before the gentlemen lead him in. They do this gravely, with less merriment than the women showed. The men who relieve him of his clothes are permanently charged with the task and do it neatly. The king makes pushing motions with his hands. "Rouse, rouse," he says. Far from arousing them, this gets them out. He turns in the doorway to look straight at me where I am cowering under the covers. "Good night, Princess," he says. He walks through the door and it closes behind him. It was kind of him to learn that much English. Now we are alone. I can't help looking at his center as he walks towards the bed. He is not totally erect, but getting more so. It looks awfully large. Then he gets under the sheet. His motion in doing so exposes my breasts. I pull the sheet back up. "Mariée" he says and pulls it down again. That is true; I am a bride. Or we are married; whichever he meant, it is true. He leans over and kisses me. This is our second kiss on the lips, before this it was my hand. His tongue invades my mouth. Does every bridegroom do this? I know about the other invasion, am prepared for it. But this seems somehow more intimate. His hand is on my breast, as well. This is supposed to be exciting, like spinning around. I don't feel that. It is all I can do to keep from cringing. He rubs there for a moment, strokes down to my center. I can't help moving my legs together. When he pulls them apart, though, I don't resist. He feels my center for a minute, then climbs between my legs. I raise my knees and spread my arms out as Mother taught me to do. I also grit my teeth. He fumbles down there for a moment, and then I feel it pressing against me. He lunges forward and inward. That hurts, and I scream. He pulls the top of the sheet to my mouth. I take it between my teeth, and he moves inward once more. When I am full, crammed to bursting, with him, I feel his groin pressed against mine. He kisses me, invading my mouth once more. Then he is moving back and forth above me and within me. The strokes hurt significantly less than the first one, but they hurt none the less. He pushes so hard that my head bangs up against the headboard. He grunts and -- then -- collapses. He is heavy on me and panting in my ear. "Frow," he gasps. I'm not frowzy; I bathed this morning. When I hear him begin to snore, I push him off me. Then I have to pull the covers from underneath him. I am a princess. I will not cry.	5
99,397	The Longest Minute	He pressed into her until their hair tangled, then rubbed back and forth against her. He was careful to draw himself across the top edge of her portal as he eased back. Karen was close, he could tell that she was close; but he feared that he was closer. "Every time that it happens, it is likelier to happen the next time," the doctor had said. "Habit is habit, after all." Well, she'd come while he was within her at the end of their Saturday picnic; but that was the second time that day, and he had been wearing a condom. Second times might well be faster for her; they were certainly slower for him. And she clearly had been turned on by the alfresco setting. Now he had more than two days of built-up lust. He could feel her tightness all around his unsheathed shaft as it came back inside, could feel every exquisite millimeter of her slick warmth as his sensitive head passed through it. He couldn't last; he had to last. He wouldn't last if he thought about that. Quick! How long had it been? Two days is forty-eight hours. Call it 4:30 then, the clock says 9:42 now. Fifty-three hours and twelve minutes, to a ridiculous level of precision. Thirty-one eighty plus twelve minutes. Thirty-one ninety-two. What went into that? Twelve, certainly. What would that give you? Two; seventy-nine; six; another seventy-two. Two sixty-six, then. He rubbed his chest across her swollen nipples, but he couldn't think about that sensation. Half two sixty-six is one thirty-three. Was that prime? Two? no; three? no; not five; seven? Yes. Twenty less one is nineteen. Two cubed times three times seven times nineteen. He needed another distraction. She whimpered; her face was tightening into a rictus. So close. If only he could keep this up. But he couldn't change the rhythm; that would set her back more than him. Out again, careful to keep pressing upwards as he withdrew. So close! Oh, if he could only hold out as he had on Saturday. Karen always looked delightful when she was responding to his hand. She curled her belly to offer her sensitivity to his stroke, arched the other way to shudder with clenching hips nearly off the bed, slammed her legs tightly together. And then he could see the ripples crossing her abdomen until she collapsed beside him. But he could also see her disappointment when she had recovered her breath. Sexy as she might seem in his eyes, she was failing sexually in her own. And, of course, one of them needed to perform after satiation. Less had been visible when she'd given herself there on the picnic blanket, but the thrust of her vulva had engulfed him. When she had arched, as she was arching now on the soft bed, their centers had pressed together more sexily than any hug they had ever shared. What was the sight of muscles rippling across her abdomen compared to the feel of muscles clenching around his shaft? And the kisses afterwards had been sweetened by her joyous acceptance that all their pleasure had been an expression of love. The memory of the end of the picnic was delightfully sensual -- a memory sexier than some actual experiences had been. The memory was too much! He could sense the anticipatory swelling of his shaft. Some animal in his hindbrain overcame his will and drove his hips harder and faster. She tightened her legs to slow him down, but the driving force couldn't be reined. She would blame herself, though the failure was his. If only he could tell her that now. "I love you," he said as the juice rose up his shaft. And he did love her as he abandoned his distractions to fully appreciate the lithe body under him, the clasping warmth around him, and the loving encouragement signaled by her hands stroking up and down his arms. As his juice reached the tip, she clutched around him. He could feel her belly rippling against his. She sobbed once. The first spasm was his, but the second was hers; and then... Theirs, theirs, ... theirs!	4
99,426	April's First	Her parents had already chosen the name, April, when she surprised them by arriving on March 26. They had been much too busy dealing with her to consider another name. April liked her name, but had often considered choosing another birthday. This March 26th, however, she was turning sixteen; waiting any longer would have been torture. Brian, seven months older and already licensed, drove her to the state facility after school. "Right-hand side," he said as she left the building with her learner's permit clutched in her hand. Brian knew his April. "You're a licensed driver," she replied, though she did get in the passenger's side. "It's legal." "Your father would kill me! It's rush hour, and that piece of paper doesn't mean that you know how to drive." "When it's something you want to do, you don't care that my father would kill you." Of course, she knew, her father would kill her first if he knew that she let Brian kiss her breasts and stroke between her legs. At least he would ground her for life. But the exquisite sensations were worth the risk. "When it's something I want to do," he pointed out, "you don't care that it's legal when you're sixteen." Brian was making debating points with half his mind. The rest was concentrating on the driving. His desire for April, never really absent, was far below his consciousness. April hadn't thought about sex as legal or not. She enjoyed everything she did with Brian, but feared the next step. And desired the next step. And wanted to be a woman. And didn't want to be a bad girl. She loved Brian, and wanted to be with Brian forever, and wanted a life before she was tied down. Brian had enticed her, rather than pushing her, into each step. But they never went back. She loved the sensations he could evoke, and everything she read told her that the best was yet to be. But she rather liked having some limits, something in the future. And the first time hurt. "That's not the same," she said slowly. "It's your comparison. Anyway, save a little of your excitement for the party tonight. 'What was your favorite birthday gift, April?' 'The only one I care about came from the Secretary of State.' That would throw a real damper on your party." Her mind freed from the labyrinth of desire-and-reluctance, she contemplated instead the simple joys of anticipated fun, anticipated attention, and anticipated gifts. "So, what are you giving me?" she asked. "Well, you know I have a rule against telling before you open the package; but this year you'll already have guessed. My gift was a ride to the State License Facility." "Liar. Tease." "I love you, Ape. That's no lie." "I love you, too. But I want to know now." And she did want to know now. She also wanted to be surprised. The good thing about Brian was that she could tease and tease. He would still surprise her. "Well, I thought of buying you a car in case you survive Driver's Ed. But Mom refused to raise my allowance two thousand percent. So I settled on a postcard for the next time your parents cut you off from the phone." "Meany! Anyway, you are on the other end of most of my long phone calls. Tell me! I'll leave the car without kissing you if you don't." She withdrew the threat when it didn't work. Their kiss was long and sweet, worthy of sending Brian off to war. Instead, he was at her door three hours later for her birthday party. When the party was in full swing, the time came to open his gift. It really did contain a postcard, but the card had a charm bracelet taped to it to muffle the tiniest rattle. The single charm was a car. Brian's humor was notorious, as were April's phone-time violations. So the attention of the party focused on the postcard. A charm bracelet was more significant to April than anyone in the room realized. Her great aunt had shown one to her on a long afternoon, a biography kept in a box. Even though Great-Aunt Amber had skipped over two stories, April had felt deeply honored at being allowed to share so much of that life. Since her sister Carla hadn't received that honor, April hadn't mentioned it to her. Brian was the only person that she had ever told. He had sensed what she didn't say, which was that she wanted to be able to hold her own life on her wrist one day. Brian held his breath. He was her steady, which was a temporary arrangement. The bracelet, meant to hold her life, had to be a gift from someone significant in her whole life. He wanted to be that significant to her; he wondered if he was. He desperately hoped that he was. She saw the hope and fear in his eyes, and immediately needed to kiss away the fear. The gift had nearly brought tears to her own eyes. She crossed to him and said "Thank you." She had intended a light kiss, but her emotion overcame her. She was suddenly conscious of her nipples' sensitivity as they firmed against his chest. She was conscious of his erection growing against her leg as she opened her mouth to his tongue. She was conscious of her own moistness as his tongue found hers. She was belatedly conscious of the whistles of their friends. She and Brian broke the kiss to look into each other's eyes for a moment that was hundreds of times more erotic than the kiss. Love was in his eyes, and a desperate plea that she would find him worthy to be significant in her life. How could she not? She'd shared the secret with him alone. "Put it on my wrist, would you?" she said. His relief showed that he had heard the acceptance she had intended. "What was all the excitement?" her mother asked from the doorway. "Isn't this a marvelous bracelet?" April said. "Brian gave it to me." "Yes dear, it's lovely. Does everyone have enough to eat? I think I'll stay and see the other presents opened." She did, without hearing any more whistles. April was properly appreciative of each gift and more appreciative of her friends and their pleasure. At the end of the night Brian stood with April's sister Carla as April and her mother said goodbye to the guests at the door. Carla started to clean up the mess as the last couple left. Brian carried one load into the kitchen for her. "Two minutes," said April's mother when he got back. "It's a special day." April walked him out. "I love you," he said when the door was safely shut. "I love you, too," she responded. "More than two minutes can tell." When the porch light went out, they melted into each other. His tongue searched her mouth as his hands clasped her hips. Hard nipples and wet crease told her of her excitement; his erection told both of them of his. She ground her belly against it as his hand came around to her front. He reached her mound just as the lights came back on. She jumped back and grabbed his hands, but then she squeezed them tight. "We'll talk." "We'll talk," he agreed, and kissed each of her hands before letting go of them. He walked a little awkwardly toward his house, turned sideways in hopes of hiding his groin from April's parents. She helped clear the worst of the mess and start the first load of dishes. "Was it all right, dear?" her mother asked. "I know the Easter holidays made it difficult." "It was lovely, Mom. Really it was. The party was great, even if it was a school night. I can't blame you for that. I know that you wanted to hold it on the fifth." "I very much wanted another child, but the date wasn't critical. It was the doctor who said that you'd be born April Fifth. Carla was a week late. How was I to know that you'd be impatient all your life? I was surprised when you decided to be born on the 26th, not disappointed." It was an old subject, they could continue the dialogue even when they were out of earshot. Soon her mother said, "We'll vacuum tomorrow. Go to bed." They headed upstairs. April was dressed for bed when she heard Carla's unique knock. She let her in and lay under the covers on one side of the bed. Carla took the invitation to sprawl on the other side before she spoke. "What happened, Sib?" They'd been referred to as "siblings" when April was eight and Carla fourteen. That led to the joint nickname and, much later, to the rule that talk under that label was absolutely private. "Don't be hurt?" April began. Carla nodded curtly. "Great Aunt Amber has a charm bracelet. Every charm has a story. She told me most of them back last summer when she visited.I couldn't tell you because I was afraid that you would mind that she told me and not you. "I'm not hurt. She likes you better, but you like her better than I do, too. It's not like being Mom's favorite, or Dad's, or even Gramp's." "Anyway, it was like magic. The charms weren't expensive, but each held a story. The bracelet held her whole life. Each charm was significant; each was given her by a significant person. I told Brian the story, back then. What was nice, was he remembered and could tell that I wanted something like that. What he was asking was 'Do I think he is significant in my life?' I figure he is. He was also saying that he wanted to be." "I would think he's significant," said Carla. "You spend more time with him than at home." "You sound like Mom. Look, Sib, who was your steady when you turned sixteen?" "Hmmm? Sixteenth birthday? Joey. Remember him? Coached you in basketball sometimes." "Is he significant in your life?" "Not anymore." Carla waited for more. None came. "I see what you mean. So you think that Brian may be permanent?" "I'm sure that he is permanent. I'm sure that he's sure that we're permanent. I'm not sure that our being sure is a guarantee. I watched you, remember?" "Was I that bad an example, April?" "Sib, you were a great example. I'm trying to be Carla. But you were in and out of love a lot." "You'll never be Carla, lucky you. Try to be April. You're in love with Brian?" "And in lust with him." "You haven't?" "Nothing has changed since we last talked. ... Except the bracelet. We still do everything else but. Does it hurt the first time?" "I did, and cried on your shoulder. And you never told. Thank you, Sib." "You've done it for me loads of times. Brian said something, though." Carla looked interested. "You're a paralegal and all. Brian wouldn't let me drive home when I got the permit." "Sib, you are an idiot. I can tell you didn't drive home, you're still alive." "Well, I pointed out that it was legal." "I don't know about that one. There might be some obligation for the licensed driver to use good judgment. Why else have him along? Want me to look it up?" "No. Brian said that other things were legal when I turned sixteen but I wasn't rushing to do them." "Not quite true. Yesterday, it didn't count whether you said 'yes' or 'no.' He'd still be committing a felony. Tomorrow it matters what you say. Are you thinking of saying 'yes'? He should know that age doesn't matter if you say 'no,' to him." "Brian's not like that. So the law is all about him, and not about me. I'm not thinking enough about saying 'yes,' if you know what I mean. Every time I'm with him, even the two minutes on the porch -- that went awfully fast, by the way. Did Mom change her mind?" "I handled the light switch. You had two and a half minutes, not counting the time before I turned it off. Anyway ..." "Anyway," April cut her off, "every time I'm with him, I really don't feel like stopping. Then I feel all scared of going on. Does it always hurt the first time?" "My first time hurt like hell. I don't know about anybody else's. I was eighteen, and I came back to cry in the arms of my thirteen-year-old little sister because there wasn't anybody else I could tell. And I went on to have several romances where it didn't cause pain, but ecstatic pleasure. Then I fell in love with my boss who is happily married to a pregnant woman who is perfectly nice to me every time she calls and whom I hate with a passion. And my little sister has had more romance in her life than I have for the last six months, and more sex, too. And I don't know if it hurt anyone else." "Look," April said, "I'm sorry about this." "No. You aren't to blame. Jeff Benton isn't to blame. Mrs. Benton isn't to blame." "And you aren't to blame. You haven't done one thing wrong." "That's because I haven't done one thing. Anyway, the law says that you weren't competent to give consent last week, but you will be next week. That's about you. That doesn't mean that you should, or even that the law permits you to have sex. What it means is that it makes a difference whether you say 'aye' or 'nay'." "And which do you think that I should say?" "'Nay.'" "Huh? My non-judgmental sister?" "That's a decision that you can change," Carla pointed out. "The other one isn't. Besides, when you want my advice, you aren't ready to take that step." She got up. "Sleep tight, Sib." April, to her own surprise, did. She and Brian couldn't really talk seriously at school the next day, but the day after was Good Friday and school was out. Brian drove her over to the school parking lot and let her drive in low gear. In the pauses, they talked. "The gift was sweet, but did you really mean that you want to be someone I'll remember at sixty?" she asked. "Ape, I want to be someone you talk to at sixty." He loved her. Couldn't she see that? "You scare me." He did. She was terribly frightened of saying that she felt that way, of saying that she didn't. "That isn't a proposal. It's what I want. That's what you asked, after all." And it was what he wanted, one thing he wanted. "I'm still scared," she said. "Never be afraid of me. Look, this isn't getting us anywhere. Let's try again, and this time move the wheel half as far as you think that it needs to move." Inevitably, however, they did talk more, then and Saturday. Sunday was Easter and a family day. Monday night, Brian took her to the movies. Afterwards, they parked in a very secure place. For a while, they shared the back seat while they kissed and hugged. Then, she had the whole seat -- but still needed to bend her knees too much -- while Brian knelt on the car floor beside her. He eased her jeans and panties down to her ankles but started again to kiss her mouth. His hand stroked her thigh while his tongue licked hers. She wanted his caresses, she wanted more, she wanted him to talk sweetly to her as he used to when these caresses were new. When she parted her thighs wider, he stroked up to their junction. She gasped into his mouth as he clasped her there. "I love you, Ape," he said. He did love her, and he wanted her, and he wanted to speak of his desire, but he knew that she wanted to hear of his love. He parted her lower lips and dipped his fingers into her moisture. His mouth switched to her breast. They both were silent as he licked her nipples and stroked her clitoris until she tightened in preparatory agony. He had to keep himself from rushing it. He thirsted for her response, and he ached for her fingers to bring his own. When he saw that she was about to begin, he thrust two fingers into her and sucked hard on her nipple. His thumb brushed circles over her clitoris while she bucked and gasped through her climax. The tension pulsed through her like storm waves hitting shore. She loved him, she wanted him. He continued to stroke her until she collapsed. "I do love you, darling April," he said. At that moment, he loved her more than life itself. "I'll love you forever. Can't you believe that?" "I love you, too, Brian," she said. She loved him with all her heart, and she wanted him more than that. "God! I wish we had something." "I do," he said. "Do you mean that?" She had when she said it. She wondered if she did still. She did, but she was cramped, and the clock was ticking. She started to struggle back into her clothes. He was ecstatic for one second. They were going to do it. He was going to do it. He loved her. And wanted her, and wanted desperately to be a man, and wanted to claim her as his. Then he saw what she was doing. "You didn't mean that." "I meant that. I wish we could. But not here. And we have what? Fifteen minutes to get me home." Why had she said that? Why had she said it then? Why hadn't Brian, supposedly so empathetic, understood that it was a wish not a promise. "You didn't have to say it if you didn't mean it." Brian was already getting behind the wheel. April got out, redid her bra, and straightened her other clothes. "I meant it when I said that I love you." "I meant it, Brian. I love you and I want to show you that I love you. A girl's first time is special. It should be a special person and a special place. You are a special person; you are important to me. But ..." "But that would have been a horrible place," Brian was already driving close to the speed limit. The evening was over. "I can live with that. I can't find you a special place with silk sheets and champagne in an ice bucket. You couldn't get out overnight even so. It's just cruel to say that you would do it under impossible conditions." She usually took care of Brian after he took care of her; this time she hadn't, and now it was too late. He was taking all this in quite the wrong spirit. She dreamed of walking down the aisle with Brian, why was it wrong to dream of going to bed with him? But he treated sharing that dream as if it were an attack on him. "Not impossible. Just not there. I do love you." Boys, Brian suddenly saw, spoke of love to justify sex; girls spoke of it to justify abstinence. Was he any better? Well, yes. He wanted April on a permanent basis, marriage; it was just that this permanent basis wasn't possible. "I love you, too," he said. "I wish I could just take you home. 'This is my woman, world; what do you want to do about it?' But that's a twin bed with cracks in the plaster over it. That's not special either." April had a vision of a caveman dragging her off, but Brian's possessiveness was attractive as well. "I wish that I could take you home, too; but they would never understand. I'd be more nervous about them pounding on the door than about a stranger coming by when we were back there.""My room isn't a special place, but I do have privacy until Mom gets home around six-thirty," he was desperate now. "You're serious?" she asked. "Yes, you are serious." "I'm one hundred percent serious. The question is, are you?" April thought that this wasn't really the question. She seriously loved Brian; she seriously wanted to be a woman. She also seriously wanted to avoid pain; she seriously wanted to avoid being a slut. She seriously wondered whether she was ready for this; she seriously wondered if she ever would really be ready. If she were going to do it, she thought, this was the right time. She knew the joke about what you called people who used the rhythm method, but she wanted her timing to be safe, anyhow. She'd have her period Thursday, maybe Wednesday. She didn't want to be messy her first time, nor wait for weeks suspecting she'd caught despite everything. If she were going to do it, tomorrow was best. Lord! She was thinking of doing it. He was special, could he be any more special? Waiting for the right man made sense; waiting longer with Brian didn't. He was the right man. She hoped he was the right man. Brian had stopped thinking. The only thing in his mind was a picture of April in a bed. He drove while she sat silent beside him. She took a deep breath and said, "I'll ring your bell tomorrow after school." "Tomorrow?" he gasped. "Oh, my love. I do love...." He slammed on the brakes and turned to face her in the unmoving car. "Tomorrow! Ape, you wouldn't! Look, I know that you love April Fool jokes.... Between your name and your birthday, who can blame you?... But you wouldn't play that game on me, would you? There's Brian waiting in his house, and April doesn't come, and doesn't come, and then she shows up with half a dozen girlfriends." "I wouldn't do that to you. You're special to me. I can see doing that. Believe me, I can see it; but this is too important to me to make a joke of it. Look, start the car, will you. I have to get home. If I get grounded, I won't come over tomorrow." They made it just in time. For the first time in months, April left his car without a good-night kiss. April spent the night regretting her rash promise. She decided that the bracelet was causing her to make Brian more significant than he really was. If she lost her virginity to him, that made him significant. She was tempted to throw away the bracelet and wait. But that was ridiculous; she loved Brian, loved the way he could make her feel. Could another boy make her feel like that? In some ways, certainly; but loving Brian was part of the feeling. In any case, going to Brian's tomorrow was less sluttish than going looking for another boy to make her feel that way. Brian had received no relief. He headed straight for his room when he got home. While he stripped, he pictured April in his bed. That was great, but anticipation would be better. He pictured her entering his room, pictured himself removing her blouse, pictured her looking about his room, pictured her being appalled at the mess. That would be horrible. He started straightening his room. He put on his robe to take all the fragrantly dirty clothes from his corner to the laundry baskets in the basement. He grabbed a clean set of sheets and pillowcase, but decided to wait until morning to change the bed. The Playboys went into his closet. While there, he gathered all the loose hangers and shoved the clothes to one side. Then he hung up everything that was sitting around loose. He fetched a condom from the hiding place, placed it in the drawer next to his bed, and dropped a paperback book on top of it. With all the preparation that could be done in silence done, he set the alarm a little early and adjourned to his anticipations. He pictured April walking in the door and removing her clothes. When her image reached over and touched his cock, the real one erupted. He cleaned up and dropped off, thinking of the taste of April's breasts. April alternated between a stew of reluctance and daydreams of anticipation that day. Not only did she not learn anything in any of the classes, but her emotions utterly defeated her deodorant. She felt sticky. She located Brian in the hall before his last class. "Look," she said, "I'll have to be twenty minutes late." "That's fine," he replied. "I trust you to come." She was a little dismayed by that easy acceptance; but Brian also had some preparations to do. On the bus home, he decided that showering was more important than vacuuming. After the shower, he dressed in shorts, slacks, shirt, and slippers. He shut the doors to his mother's room and the guest room before he started vacuuming his room. He wasn't finished when he heard the doorbell. He ushered April into the house and closed the door before they kissed. She was wearing a nice dress, but not a fancy one. "Look," he said, "give me five minutes." April felt awfully lonely sitting in the living room, listening to the vacuum run. "Couldn't he finish his chores afterwards," she thought. There was a clatter as the vacuum was pushed away into another room, and he was back. "Sorry," he said. "I might not be able to provide the silk sheets and champagne, but I figured that the piles of junk and the dust bunnies would be a little much." She felt better about that, much better after he kissed her enthusiastically. "You didn't have to do that." "Sure I did," he answered. "I only wish that I could have done more. Do you want a Coke or something?" Slightly more than he wanted to strip her and enter her, he wanted to communicate that he cared for her as a person and wasn't only thinking about stripping and entering her. The awkwardness of the situation had already made April feel uncomfortable; Brian's lame attempt at being a host made it worse. "No," she said, "nothing." When he took her hand and led her to the stairs, she realized that she had refused any chance at delay. On the top floor, only two doors weren't shut tight. The fully open door was obviously his room, and she walked into it. "Why am I doing this?" she thought. She looked around. His straightening things up clearly hadn't been compulsive, but the floor was clean and no clothes were visible. Several sports posters were on his walls, dominated by a huge one of Michael Jordan shooting a basket. This was at the foot of his bed. The bed. It was neat with the sheet folded back and the blanket in a folded pile at the foot. It was really a narrow bed, as narrow as hers. Yet it looked awfully intrusive in the room. This fulfilled Brian's fantasy of the night before, April in his room. He slowly came up behind her and put his arms around her. She turned, partly to take her eyes off the bed, and ducked her head into his shoulder. He kissed her forehead. "I do love you," he said. "I love you very much." "Oh, I love you too." She must, or this afternoon was a horror. She raised her face for a real kiss, and he was gentle and tentative and kept his mouth closed. Then he licked her lips before penetrating them. The kiss was long and hot before he moved his hands from her back. Then he shifted, still with his mouth joined to hers, so that he could reach the buttons on her dress. He undid all of these before breaking the kiss. He brushed the dress off her left shoulder and kissed the point of her shoulder bone. Then he moved inward from that point, kissing to her neck and then her ear. She shivered at these attentions and wiggled to escape. "Does this go up or down?" he asked, holding the collar of her dress. "Huh!" she answered. "Down, I guess." He brushed the sleeves off her shoulders and held it as it fell away. Turning from hanging it in the closet, he got a clear look at her in her bra and panties. They were matching, frilly, and white. "White for a virgin," he thought. He would be first; she was untouched. She had chosen the sexy underwear for him, but hadn't imagined his staring at her from yards away. The light streaming in the windows seemed suddenly glaring. Her arms moved of their own volition to cover breasts and groin. Seeing this, he closed the gap between them and held her again. "You look lovely," he said. They kissed again, while his hands passed all over her smooth back. She put her glasses on the desk. She felt less exposed when everything around her looked fuzzy. She returned to his embrace. His hands resumed their wandering, passing over her hips and sides and back. They stopped, finally, at the bra clasp; he drew back. "Look at me," he said. With his eyes locked to hers, he undid the clasp and drew it forward. She shrugged the bra down her arms, and he took it from her. He looked straight into her eyes while tossing the bra onto the desk, then deliberately dropped his gaze onto her chest. She blushed again, but her nipples hardened. "You are so beautiful," he said. When he kissed her this time, his hands slid all over her breasts. He hugged her with his left arm until his right hand was trapped between her breast and his chest. She was aware of his kiss, and the fire spreading from her breast, and his hardness against her belly. He moved her backwards until she felt the bed pressing against her legs. She pushed him away and sat to remove her shoes. Insufficiently hidden by the sheet, she watched him strip. She'd seen that naked chest before, although seldom so pale. She thought that his tented underpants were ridiculous, but he kept them on when he followed her into bed. Again, he kissed her. Then his kisses were roving all over her face as his hand roamed over her torso. His mouth passed down her neck and chest to her breast. He held the breast up to his eager mouth as he licked and sucked.His hand spread her thighs and caressed them as he switched to her other breast. She was flushed and panting, and her hips were seeking his hand before he moved back on his knees. "Help me," he said as he tugged at her panties. She slipped them down off her hips. He removed them the rest of the way. The afternoon light gave him a clearer view of her nakedness than he had ever had before. Her face was slightly flushed as it was after she ran hard. Her breasts were whiter than the rest of her skin, firm mounds topped with red-brown areolae and nipples. Her slim belly led to a sparse patch of hair, gold rather than the bronze on her head. Even from his position, he could see through the hair to the engorged outer lips and a faint line that suggested the inner ones. Much as he regretted covering such beauty, he couldn't resist touching it. He rested his palm lightly on the delta before looking in her eyes. "You are so beautiful," he said. Then he closed his fingers on her fleece. She warmed to his touch before flushing at the compliment. She yearned for his fingers and knew how they could thrill her. She feared his intrusion which seemed so imminent now, but wanted this waiting to end -- if even in pain. He eased himself down on his side again. As he began a deep kiss, he parted her labia with his fingers. He stroked her moisture upward, then across her clitoris. He repeated this for what seemed to be forever, but finally she stiffened. He broke the kiss to say "I love you, April." Then he moved back to the peak of her breast. When he dropped to his side, she relaxed a little. The kiss was familiar, and the strokes toward her center were delightful. Only the expectation of his pounce distracted her from the flow of pleasure, then of tension. When the tension came, however, it brought with it a feeling of love for devoted Brian. He brought her so much pleasure and took such effort to bring it, that he must care for her. Just when she was thinking that, he said it. Buoyed by a rare agreement of thought and sensation, she entered paradise -- held in his hands, and quite alone. He felt her tense under his hand and lips; then he felt her shudder and finally collapse. "Oh, my darling," he said. And she was his darling, and she was his, and she would really be his. That thought sent him to the drawer. He shoved down his shorts with the condom in his hand, then fumbled open the foil and tried to figure which side went on him. That solved, feeling the peculiar tightness of the rubber on his throbbing member, he tried to climb between April's legs. There was barely room for one knee. April went from ecstasy to lassitude to loneliness in seconds. She wanted Brian to hold her. Then she almost panicked. He towered over her, too far away to be comforting, near enough to be threatening. She had seen his cock peeking discreetly up from his lap, held it and stroked it, felt it stiffen and pulse and soften. Now, however, Brian was kneeling erect above her thighs. His cock was projecting above her. It looked much larger than she remembered, shiny white, and very threatening. She couldn't bear looking at it, but she couldn't tear her eyes from it. Then she did, and his face was more frightening. He was as grim as she had ever seen him, when he was supposed to look soft and loving -- and happy, one of them should be enjoying this. She tore her eyes away once more, and saw an orange blob. "What was that?" she thought, "Oh, the basketball on the poster." She tried to focus on that. He bent to kiss her breasts once more. The nipples' response was as enthusiastic as ever. He felt her relax and then move her hips. He pushed against her left leg but got no response. "I love you, April," he raised off her breasts to say. "Let me." The words brought her attention back to his face. He was looking worried now, and his voice -- at least -- was soft. She couldn't remember her reasons to fear him or to resist. Slowly she parted her legs. He knelt between them before pressing them wider apart. He could tell that she was nervous and that her acceptance was more mental than physical. He spread his own knees to hold the territory that he had gained before bending his lips once more to her breasts. This time, his hand was busy at her entrance. First he smoothed her liquid over her clitoris and the folds around it. Then, as her breath increased, he used the tips of his fingers to open her and spread the lips wide for his approach. She felt a gathering excitement and then herself being opened. She felt him kiss her just before he nuzzled into her opening. "Don't hurt me," she begged silently. He was there. He could feel himself at her entrance, about to become a man. "Say yes," he begged, adding silently, "Don't be hurt." He wished that she wouldn't look so scared. She braced herself, then said, "Yes. Please yes." He moved inward gently, awkwardly. It stretched her a little, but caused not the slightest pain. Then he filled her completely, and she held him completely. She widened her thighs to let his groin press against hers. It was painless. More than that, it was glorious. Brian's entire consciousness seemed concentrated in his cock as it pressed into April. The smooth progress, the tight pressure, seemed so different from his hand or hers. "I've done it," he thought. "We've done it. We are actually fucking." Some fraction of his mind, however, was still conscious of April's tension. And that part noticed when she relaxed. "Darling," he asked, "are you all right?" A moment later, he was completely enclosed. "I'm fine," she said, "marvelous. Oh, Brian!" "Do you hurt? Can I move?" "No. Yes. Please move." She gave a wiggle to convey her meaning. Then Brian began slow strokes in and out. These evoked a tickling, tingling feeling within her, something like the feeling his fingers produced. Brian felt the smooth slide through the clasping warmth more acutely than any sensation that he had ever felt before. But that was the lesser part of his elation. He was doing it at last, and he had broken in a virgin on his first time, and he had taken her virginity without hurting her, and it was April. They were together, and they would never part. And then there was only him and his orgasm. He pulsed as he always did, but the emotions which rushed into him as his seed rushed out were untinged with shame for the first time. He felt triumph and he felt love. He had overcome April and he would never do anything against her. Then it was only sensation. Then he collapsed. April enjoyed his movements within her. She felt her tension build. Then Brian was only a gasping weight. She hugged him for a minute, thinking that they had done it. Then he was just heavy, and slipping out. Brian grasped the rubber and made sure that it came out with him. He turned from her and dropped it in the wastebasket. He lay on his side close to her. "I love you, April," he said. He waited for a response before, hearing none, he kissed her. Then he covered them with the sheet. "It really didn't hurt?" he asked. "No," she said. Then a thought struck her. "It really was my first time, though." Brian may have thought that he had become a man; but he answered as a boy, concerned only with what bothered him. "I know. I can't give you a ring, Ape. I don't deserve your virginity." "I never asked for a ring. We have too much to do." She looked at him. He didn't look convinced. She feared that making her case again would just be protesting too much. He had been her first, he should have figured that out, why was he doubting her now? She had feared the pain so much, and now the painlessness was going to make everything worse. "What's wrong?" she finally asked. "Too much to do," he replied. "Ape, we have more than two years of high school left. Then what?" He got up. "I'll be back in a second." He used the toilet and then washed off his genitals. He didn't want to hug her with that mess on him. "I can't support you on a high-school diploma. I didn't take shop when it was offered, because I was going to be a college-educated manager. Not that my parents would have let me. Not that I'm great with tools. And I don't think that I can wait even the two years! "This was great, this was wonderful. But can we do it again? Can we sneak around for -- what? -- six years." He flopped face-down on the bed. Even to April's self-preoccupation, this did not sound like a boy who was about to abandon her because of suspicions about her virginity. Brian was worrying about their future. She wasn't sure that she wanted to marry him, but she was sure that she wanted him to want to marry her. Everything that they had done was now all right. She hugged his back to comfort him, as she had often done before. Her breasts were warmed against his skin, and the hug was suddenly different from any previous one. Brian felt two nipples firming against his back. April had intended the hug as a comfort, and it was; but it was even more arousing than comforting. "Loose," he said. When she had loosened her grip, he turned around to return the hug. "You're such a wonderful person, April. It's as much your problem as mine, but your first thought is to comfort me. I love you." First, they had a long kiss with tongues at play; then he kissed her face all over. When his kisses moved to her breasts, she kissed the shoulder that she could reach. He avoided her nipples as long as he could resist that attraction, but he succumbed at last. April arched into his kiss, and the nipple -- in extending -- seemed to be reaching out for his tongue. She gasped and pushed him away. "Your breasts are so beautiful," he said."You are so beautiful." April pushed him down on the bed. "Let me look at you," she said, surprised at her own boldness. He lay flat, though his own eyes kept roaming over her. Most of what she saw was the Brian she knew, if a little paler. One organ, however, lay flat on his stomach. It was redder than the flesh under it, not white or shiny at all. She smiled at the belated realization that she'd seen the contraceptive. When she reached a hand over for a tentative touch, Brian hissed in a breath and it firmed in her hand. "You look like you want to do it again." "I want to," he replied. "I don't have to. This afternoon is the finest time in my whole life." She thought for a moment. She couldn't think of any reason not to continue; then she could. "Do you have another of those...?" "Rubbers," he said and reached for his pants. "I love you, Ape; and this time I'll do it right." He put the rubber from his wallet on the corner of his desk before lying down beside her and taking her in his arms again. They kissed again before his mouth returned to her breasts. Soon his hand was between her legs, and she was awash in sensation. He stopped just when the familiar tension was building. He pulled her hand to his organ for a minute, and she felt him swell and stiffen. She watched him roll the rubber on, then move into position. There was a little gentle poking down there before he found just the right spot and eased in. "I love you, April. Oh, I love you," he said as he began to move. The movement felt odd until she shifted a bit. Then it felt almost as exciting as his hand had. She tried to hug him, but that interfered with his motion. Then she rested her hands on his back and felt the motions above her as well as within her. When he bent his head to kiss her, she felt his chest rub against her nipples. Again the tension rose within her. Somehow, Brian felt his motions within April's cunt more acutely although his arousal built much more slowly towards its peak. Her lips were sweet under his, the hard nipples of her breasts caressed his chest, her thighs gripped his hips and moved with them. But it was the most intimate contact which drew his attention. He slid up through April's vagina until only his tip was inside and then thrust slowly in through warm, slippery, clutching walls. His legs weren't used to either the position or the motion, but he could ignore them and go on forever. He dropped the kiss, however, to move a little more fully. As Brian broke the kiss, April felt the first tendrils of her anticipatory tautness. Her attention turned inward and to the motion which was Brian's, but still within. She closed her eyes to better savor the friction. When she opened them, there was an orange blur at the center of her vision, being obscured by a flesh-colored blur in time to the motions. She realized that it was the basketball on the poster hidden by Brian's shoulder. That little puzzle solved, she stopped thinking to feel. She was rubbed where she had never been rubbed before, she was filled where she had never realized that she was empty. She was sheltered and caressed by Brian's muscular body. Every thrust tingled her where her groin and his were almost bumping. She matched his pace, rising to meet him and falling back. Then she tensed until her hips were almost off the bed. Pleasure and relief rolled through her, pulsing along with their motions. She moaned, and contracted, and burst into joy. And still Brian was moving within her. Brian believed nothing could match his sensations; but when he felt April move with his rhythm, his pleasure soared. When she moaned and clutched around him, the pleasure doubled. He straightened his arms and thrust more forcefully to heighten her climax and reach his own which seemed just one step ahead of him. Then it seized him, and he drove himself inward and gushed into her warmth. He managed to fall sideways. They lay with their legs entangled and their torsos apart while they caught their breaths. They were gazing into each other's eyes. Not even teenage anxiety could see anything but love there. He caught his breath first. "Love you," he said. "Oh, Brian," she answered. There was so much to say and no words could hold any of it. She started to pull the sheet over herself, but he gestured to stop her. "Please," he said. "You're so beautiful." "Okay. But keep it short, I'm cold." He covered her immediately and reached for the blanket. "That's more important than my getting to see your beauty." When they were covered, he hugged her tight. "Better way to keep you warm," he said. "Much better," she replied. "You're nicer than any blanket." The clock, however, was unsympathetically ticking away. There were other pressures, as well. She soon needed to visit the bathroom. She started to dress when she came back. Neither wanted the afternoon to end; both could see that it had. "You won't tell?" she asked. "Never!" he replied. "You won't?" "Carla. She keeps secrets." He was worried about that but had to trust April. She had trusted him. Brian stopped April at the door. "Are you sure that you don't want me to walk you back?" he asked. "Positive. It's going to be hard enough for me to pretend that everything is normal as it is. I don't want to worry about your pretense as well." "Everything is normal. Everything is right. We were meant for each other, it's just the rules that keep us from saying so." He kissed her forehead protectively. She raised her face for a real kiss, and it was gentle and protective, then hard and passionate, then gentle again. They parted reluctantly. "Love you," he said as he opened the door. "Love you," she responded. She walked out hesitantly, turned halfway around, then she firmed her shoulders and strode out towards the street. He watched a moment, then shut the door. This was no time to dawdle. He put the vacuum cleaner back in the utility closet and opened the door into his mother's room. He emptied his wastebasket into the kitchen garbage, having to pull one of the condoms off the side as he did so. The kitchen garbage bag went out to the can in back. He opened his window and shut his door before setting the table. He wondered if his mother would notice anything; he wondered if she would make a comment if she did notice. April got home just in time for dinner. Carla was at night school, and her parents didn't seem to notice that she was an entirely new April. "Well," asked her father towards the close of the meal, "What April-fool pranks did you play this year?" "Oh Daddy!" she responded. "I outgrew that long ago. You still think that I'm a little girl." A quirk of his left eyebrow was his only reminder of her exploits the year before. "Well, you're my little girl. I'll always think of you that way. I don't want you to grow up too fast." The words "grow up" made her blush, but her parents were sharing a glance. Once the dishwasher was loaded and she was hidden in her room with homework in front of her, she could think of Brian as long as she wanted. He had kept repeating "I love you." At first, she had feared that this was a formula that he was using to get in her pants. Afterwards, however, he still said it. And what he had said about all the future that they would need to go through sounded like he was really thinking that this was a permanent relationship. She loved Brian; did she want to spend the rest of her life with him? She desired it and feared it. She was daddy's little girl and, in some ways, Brian's little girl. Both were sort of fun, but not for life. She would move away from Daddy and grow up. Daddy would mourn it and celebrate it, as he had done every step she made since the first one he caught on film. Would she have to move away from Brian to have him accept that she was growing up? Well, Brian was growing up as well. He might grow up enough to respect her mind and her will. To be fair, he'd respected her independence a lot this afternoon. With them both naked in his bed, he'd asked for her agreement. And, with them both naked in his bed, he'd pleasured her. That was important, and April abandoned the uncertain future to recall the joyous past. Finally, she completed her homework despite her mental distractions. She ended the night with a long hot bath. As a practical matter, showers travel in the wrong direction to reach the parts which most deserved care that night. Her choice was more influenced, however, by the emotional accord between soaking in the warmth of the water and basking in the sensuous memories. Brian had been there, had sheltered her, had filled her. He had loved her afterwards. The water warmed, supported, and relaxed her body as her lover had warmed, supported, and relaxed her spirit. Back in her room, she took off her robe and studied herself in the mirror. She couldn't see any difference. She desperately wanted the change to be invisible to everybody else, but she thought that it was unnatural that she looked the same. Sleep overtook her while she was replaying the afternoon for the third time. Brian was too busy worrying about the evidence of the afternoon to savor the experience until he was alone in his room. The negatives came first. April was so beautiful, but he couldn't say anything about it but "beautiful." He wished that he were a poet so that he could actually describe her beauty to her, the sheen of her hair above and below, the shape of her breasts and thighs, the grace of her walk, the warm embrace of her cunt around his cock. Then there was the future threatening them.Two years of high school, four years of college, before they would be permitted to live, before he could support her and claim her from her parents. Their love was a proud thing; it was a shame that expressing it had to be hidden away. He didn't regret his promise to tell no one; he would rather have the guys snicker at his inexperience than have them snicker at April. What he regretted was his inability to claim her in front of the world. Then too, hiding their activities meant that they couldn't make love very often; and he wanted to do it again and again. Coming in her had been glorious, much sweeter than the experience of her hand, let alone his. Having her come around him had been even better. How often could April do it without getting pregnant? How often could they do it without getting caught? The idea of repeating this intimacy, however fraught with difficulties and dangers, excited him. He replayed the afternoon in his mind. Soon, the images weren't enough; he took himself in hand. Brian didn't finish his homework that night. Drained as he was, he still dreamed of April. Talking in school invited eavesdropping, but they couldn't resist. They did get some safety by walking the school grounds for part of their lunch hour. "Are you okay?" he asked. "I'm fine." "Do you swear that it didn't hurt at all?" "It really was my first time," she answered. "I swear that. On, ... on the bracelet you gave me." "I believe you, partly because I know that you are an honest person, partly because I know what that bracelet means to you..." "Means to me now," she interrupted. "You are very special in my life." "Partly because," he continued in the same tone, "I love you, and love should include trust. But mostly I believe you because you were so sure that it would hurt. Ape, you worry too much over the wrong things. Now, did it hurt you at all?" "Not in the slightest." "That is wonderful. Can't you understand that I worry over hurting you? I don't worry over your having cheated on me." "I love you." She started towards him. "Don't touch," he said reminding her of the school rule. "I love you, too. I should have said that first off." They stood a yard apart looking into each other's eyes with expressions that the school administration would also have banned if it could. "You know," he said as the other students started towards the building, "it was my first time, too." Not having a response to that, April was silent as they parted. Carla had called with a warning that she wouldn't be at supper. April was in bed when the knock came on her door. Carla's news came first. She was going back to school full time in the fall. "It's a lost cause, Sib. I'm not going to torture myself over Jeff Benton any more. I may even go on to law school. But that's the future." April couldn't find anything to say except "I'm sorry, Sib." They hugged for a bit, but Carla had done her crying alone. April's information took longer to communicate, but Carla summarized it neatly. "You did it?" "Yes," said April, "and it didn't hurt at all." "My lucky sister. Did you use anything?" "Brian did," April said, "and it was funny. I'd never really seen it you know. In a dark car, but never seen it. Then, suddenly, there was Brian kneeling on the bed above me. Sticking out from his middle was something white and shiny. It wasn't until afterwards that I figured out that this was the rubber." "My sister!" said Carla. "Sib, you could find something funny about your execution." "Not afterwards. Or, at least, if I saw something funny afterwards, there would be something funny about my execution." Carla giggled. "Sib, I'm so happy for you. Next you'll tell me that you came your first time." "No, but I did my second." "Second! I am going to go out and find my own sixteen-year-old." "Just so you don't go after mine. Seriously, Carla, there are drawbacks. I may never see a basketball again without blushing." "Basketball?" asked Carla. "Well you know how crazy Brian is about the Bulls," April began. "He has a huge poster of Michael Jordan at the foot of his bed. Brian was over me and blocking most of the view, but the basketball kept swimming into and out of focus. Brian's room was much better than a parked car, but that doesn't mean it was ideal." "Does he care for you?" "That he does. Sometimes his protectiveness edges over into the annoying, but he is always protective." "That," declared Carla with real force, "is more important than the room. I've been seeing real love, unfortunately from the outside. It's all about care." "And we've been talking about my joy all this time. I should have been sharing your pain." "Why? We're sisters, and we share. But I'd rather be sharing the joy than the sorrow. Anyway, I want to find you a basketball charm." "Why basketball?" asked April. She really didn't want any charms which didn't represent turning points in her life. "Because even Dad would figure it out if you added a charm shaped like a bed."	4
99,493	Heart Ball	Having two personal problems to stew over and more than the usual amount of homework Wednesday night, Shannon found when she reached the Pollocks' that Kyle -- normally a low-maintenance fifth grader -- hadn't been turning in his homework. Instead of burying himself in his room, he had to sit across the kitchen table from her and show her his homework as he completed each assignment. Kyle's reaction could have been predicted; he found ten times as many things to distract him, and her, as any adult could possibly have found. Half his homework was still undone when his bedtime arrived. She was rather frazzled when Steve appeared. More than that, this Kyle was a different boy; she no longer trusted him to sleep through the night. The house was a "ranch," and the door to Kyle's room was not six feet from the living room. When their books were spread out, she led Steve into the kitchen before giving him a welcoming kiss. "What is this?" he asked. "As much privacy as we are going to get. I'm nervous." "Where is a glass?" "Here." She got him one. He ran the water, filled the glass, and poured half out. "Now," he said, "we have a reason to be in here." He had a wad of tissues in his coat pocket just in case she would repeat her delightful strokes. That possibility was looking dimmer. "You have a devious mind. I like that in a guy." When they kissed again, she began to relax in his arms. He felt her breasts press into his chest. He left her mouth to sprinkle kisses over her face, but the differences in height made that uncomfortable. He stopped on her forehead while pulling her sweatshirt out of her skirt. He raised it enough to reach her bra clasp. He liked the next kiss better, with her breasts a little softer and an inch lower on his chest. Even through her sweatshirt and his clothes, he could feel the hardness of her nipples. Shannon never mentioned the annoyance of a bunched-up bra. The alternative was obvious, and she didn't want to remove her bra here. The kiss was great, though, and there was always something sexy about having her breasts swinging free. Steve hunched down, hugged Shannon to him, straightened up, and set her on the edge of the countertop. After a little adjustment, he was standing between her legs, and her face was above his. They kissed again, his tongue playing in her mouth. He ran his hands under her shirt, up her back, and then around to cup her breasts. All that smoothness was against his palms; his thumbs played with her nipples. Somehow, the different angle made the kiss different for Shannon. She had her arms about Steve and her face above his; his hands were busy at her breasts but not holding her to him. She was kissing him rather than his kissing her. At that thought, she broke the main kiss to kiss his nose and forehead as he sometimes did for her. When she returned to his mouth, she invaded it with her tongue. She felt daring, as well as turned on. Steve's mind was concentrating on keeping his hands gentle on Shannon's breasts. It couldn't handle her tongue in his mouth. His body, with no such limits, arched forward rubbing his hardness along her belly. Luckily, their clothing interfered. Shannon had felt his erection pressing against her many times at dances, but usually closer to her rib cage than to her groin. Indeed, those experiences usually marked the less erotic parts of their evenings; and she'd always thought of the male reaction as slightly humorous. This time there was nothing funny about it. This time Steve was pressed against her mound, an inch from their having real sex; and it turned her almost all the way on. When she curled her legs around him and hugged him to her body with all four limbs, the action was only partly motivated by her realization that they couldn't go further while pressed together. Mostly it was instinctive acceptance of her mate. Somehow Steve realized through his fog of lust that Shannon's lovely breasts were being crushed by this position. He dropped his hands from them and hugged her. His left hand pulled her hips towards him while his right petted compulsively up and down her back. They had to breathe, and eased back. When Steve put his hand on Shannon's knee, she loosened her legs. His stroke up the inside of her thigh tightened them again. "I'm not trying to stop you," she said. "That's okay." He reached between them to caress her mound. They kissed again, but his fingers couldn't quite reach where he wanted them. Which was where she wanted them, too. "Did you mean what you said about knowing that there were things that you can't have?" she asked. "I guess so. What did I say?" "I'm going to wear white on my wedding day. Do you know what that means?" "You mean that you are going to be a virgin then." "Will you respect that limit?" "Of course, Shannon. What do you think I am?" She thought he was a male, a teenage male at that. But she didn't have quite the words to express that. "Bring that chair over here so it faces this way. Then sit on it." He wondered what he had done, but he obeyed her direction. She hopped down and walked over to him. She sat on his lap straddling him, careful that she wasn't sitting on any part of her skirt. "Are you comfortable this way?" He shifted until her weight was balanced. "I'm okay." More than okay, the discomfort of her weight hardly compared to his delight in her accessibility. "Don't lift my top. I don't want Kyle coming out and seeing me." That sounded more limiting than she had intended. She took his hand and put it under the sweatshirt. Steve couldn't kiss her breasts like this, but it was Shannon's call. Besides, she knew the kids; he had to trust her judgment on that. Her breasts were delightful, but he began stroking her thigh after a minute. She made no move to stop him. Shannon was actually enjoying this less than she had the kiss on the countertop. She'd jumped down, after all, so that he could touch her between her legs. Finally, he did, stroking so softly that it tickled. Even the tickle was arousing, and his tongue was delightful in her mouth. Steve was trying to figure out Shannon's shape through the layers of cloth. He'd seen diagrams in sex-ed books and pictures in the raunchier magazines; but all he'd seen of Shannon was the mound, and that only once. His curiosity didn't mean that he wasn't enjoying the feel, of course. He was also enjoying her response. She was breathing into his mouth, and he could gauge every increase in her excitement by the raggedness of her breath. Her hand was on the back of his neck, controlling the firmness of the kiss. As she would press her mouth more firmly into his, he would press more firmly with his fingers. Shannon didn't want to break this off, but her breast was starting to feel sore. She grabbed Steve's arm through her shirt and switched it to her left breast. "More gently," she said. He felt guilty. He knew that he should move from one of her breasts to the other. He touched her much more gently, above and below. Shannon broke the kiss and touched the arm that he had thrust between her legs. "Less gently," she said. Then she had to wait for Steve to stop laughing. Soon, however, he was again brushing her nipple very gently. Soon he was stroking her lips quite firmly through her panties. Soon she, kissing him, feeling all of these sensations, started on her journey. Steve could feel more dampness through the cloth. That must have made his detection of her shape easier, because her lips felt as if they had become larger. The confinement of his jeans was becoming a torture, but he could bear that torture for the rewards his hands and mouth were receiving. Shannon pressed harder against his mouth and breathed more rapidly. She was soaring. He was taking her as high as she had ever taken herself. Then she shattered with a gasp. Unable to support her own weight, she slumped in his arms. Steve felt her gasp into him. Then he had to abandon his stroking to keep her from falling. She gasped an inch from his ear for what seemed like a really long time. Maybe it was merely that his foot had fallen asleep. Anyway, he figured that an armful of Shannon was worth a little discomfort. Finally, she gathered herself together and stood up. She was not quite steady on her feet, but better than Steve.He didn't even attempt to rise for another few minutes. He was on his feet and considering whether to mention the Kleenex he had brought for his own relief when the garage door opened. It made an unholy racket, startling them into action. Shannon fixed her bra immediately; Steve headed for the other room. His coat would hide his erection. Mr. Pollock didn't seem to be in a very good mood when he came in, especially considering how much liquor he had obviously consumed. He paid Shannon, though, and accepted Steve's offer to drive her home. Steve would have worried with Mr. Pollock at the wheel. Steve thought about the Kleenex again on the short drive, but there wasn't really anywhere to park. Shannon stopped him a block from her house to give him a big kiss. He dropped her off at her door, drove home, marked the mileage and gas level, and went upstairs. In his room, he savored his memory and the odor still on his fingers. He felt too sleepy, though, to linger on his road to completion. He still had the sticky Kleenex in bed with him when he awoke the next morning. "Tell me, Shannon," Ken asked her Tuesday morning in school, "do you think the ball for Valentine's Day should have more slow dances or more fast dances?" "Valentine's Day? Definitely more slow dances." For that matter, Steve and she sat out half the fast dances these days. "Well, you know, if you were on the committee for that dance, you could represent that view." She laughed. Ken might play the fool, but he wasn't one. "Why don't you ask Steve to be on the committee?" "I plan to," he said. "I thought that he'd be likelier to agree if you already had." "I hadn't thought about us both being on a committee together." "Do think about it," he said. "Frankly, there are places where I wouldn't want a pair of lovebirds like you. Get twice the attention to the subject from one of the couple than from both. But this dance is about romance, and my ideas aren't going to be sufficient." "I'll think about it." She would also think about a new view of Ken. Student council was enough of a joke that having the class prankster as president had made a twisted kind of sense, but it had functioned under Ken as well as it had the previous three years. And the themes for the balls had been somewhat more original. English, her only class with Steve, was already over for the day; but she mentioned Ken's question at lunch. "We're both awfully busy," Steve said. "And we'd have to help decorate on a Saturday morning. I work then." "Well, neither of us has been what you'd call active in extra-curricular activities, your chess club excepted. This might be sort of fun. 'What did you do in high school, Mommy?' 'I babysat, dear.' That doesn't sound like much." The concept of Shannon with her children distracted Steve. Would they be his children? "You decide. If you want it, we can." He'd worked extra time for Hauksbee to cover for others; he'd dropped the chess club because too many of their matches were on Saturday mornings. The old man would let him off for one day. "Tell me what you decide." Their conversation veered in other directions, and the subject had entirely slipped Steve's mind by the time he walked into calculus class. It hadn't slipped Ken's mind. "You know, Steve," he said. "The ball for Valentine's Day is coming up. I talked to Shannon about having the two of you on the committee. Frankly, when I think of romance, you and Shannon spring to mind. The school has a lot of more demonstrative couples, but I don't think that their idea of romance would fly by the administration." "She told me." "What do you think?" "It's her decision." "For both of you?" Ken raised an eyebrow. "You sure aren't going to get me on the committee without her." Ken didn't get to Shannon before the end of the day; he had other people to ask as well. The first thing he did was to raise her left hand for an ostentatious examination. "Steve said that you are going to decide for the two of you," he explained. "I thought that I should check for a wedding ring." "It's not like you think." Though she didn't mind the suggestion that it was. "He said I could decide this for the two of us." "And have you? We could really use your input. The two of you come to the dances, so you must know what you've enjoyed and not enjoyed. You show brains in class, which many on the planning teams don't, quite frankly. Some of them have brains, but shut them down for class; even so...." "I think Steve was just tired of your bull. If I decide, you won't bother him. I haven't decided yet." "You won't be disappointed if you decide to do it," Ken said. Since she had no particular expectations, the promise was more certain than Ken probably had intended. Steve was still taking the bus; the weather -- while clear -- had been windy and bitterly cold. This afternoon, however, was still and only a degree or two below freezing. You could almost see the piles of snow receding from the center of the sidewalks while you watched. On the walk home, she could stroll and think about deciding for Steve. She had previously thought of marrying Steve, from picturing him in a tux waiting for her at the end of the aisle, to imagining a honeymoon with him, to considering what their kids might look like. She hadn't thought about couples sharing decisions; indeed, for the last four years she had been anxious to get out of her house and make her own decisions. But her parents shared decisions, especially about her. She had a pretty good idea about the fault lines, but seldom could use that knowledge. The last time her dad had spanked her, it was because she'd gone to a horror movie with his permission after her mother had refused hers. "You don't have permission," he'd told her, "when you cheat to get it." But, she had figured out even then, he wouldn't have spanked her for sneaking out. Trying to play one parent off against the other raised the penalties. The past few months, however, Steve and she had been sharing a lot of decisions. School was most important. But was it really? Several times, Steve had backed off because she wouldn't make out when he expected her to. Was that sharing a decision? Maybe it was just his realization of her body belonging to her, and he didn't have a right to vote on what he did with it. Even in the meadow, when he had gone way over the line, he had let her end it when she wanted to. And, if it was her body and her decision, where did breaking in on him in the bathroom fit? It had been his body then. He'd tried to hide, and she hadn't let him. She was thinking so hard that she almost walked into Mr. Markham from two doors down. "My! Shannon," he said, "you were really concentrating there. What do you have to bother your pretty head about, a pretty young girl like you?" Her face flamed. "I'm really sorry I wasn't watching where I was going." She ducked away before he could repeat his question. Her mother was off showing a series of houses to demanding clients and not due back for hours. She'd left detailed instructions for dinner, and Shannon started in on them immediately. Half an hour later, her mother walked in saying, "They made an offer on the first house. Now we have to see whether the seller will come down." "Want me to finish?" Shannon asked. If she did, she didn't have to do dishes. "Let's work together. We'll shove the dishes off on Dad." So they cooked together, her mother actually taking the helper role when the jobs divided that way. The good feelings lasted through dinner, which was dominated by her mother's blow-by-blow account of getting the clients to see the advantages of the house she had been showing. Allison Bryant broke out the mint chocolate chip ice cream she had bought to celebrate. Next year, they'd be celebrating her sales and Wayne's raise with wine again. But she'd rather have her daughter with her and stick to ice cream. For that matter, they let Shannon drink when she was home. Better learn moderation at home than taste her first booze in the company of boozing fellow adolescents. "Do you have a job tonight, Shannon?" she asked. "No. Not even a date. I need to get on top of 'Romeo and Juliet.'" And Steve needed that more, although she didn't want him getting on top of Juliet. She felt her smile, and was briefly afraid her mother would see it. "I was just thinking," Mrs. Bryant continued. "Your father and I used to celebrate my sales with wine. The ice cream was to include little Shannon in the celebration." "Gee thanks, Mom." The response was perfunctory. She knew her mother only currently used the term to describe her in earlier times. Still, it was worth some response to remind her she shouldn't. "So. Should I have bought wine for the three of us instead?" Well, Shannon appreciated the offer. On the other hand, it was a big bowl of ice cream, and her mother usually poured Shannon half a glass of wine -- sour wine, to boot. Wayne Bryant didn't like the idea at all. He remembered the wine less as celebration than as getting Allison in the mood for the real celebration. He could pour his own glass of Maker's Mark when he chose, but his diet didn't allow for ice cream unless Allison made the exceptions. He looked longingly at the bowl of ice cream until inspiration led him to the liquor cabinet in the living room. He came back to the table with a bottle of creme de menthe. He poured a little on Shannon's ice cream, more on his own, and passed the bottle to Allison. She took very little. "This is good!" Shannon said.If she had known that her parents had this stuff, she'd never have sampled her father's whiskey back when she was in eighth grade. Of course, if she'd sneaked samples of this stuff, she might not have stopped so soon. They tasted chocolate, and mint, and a small celebration. They tasted the good feelings of being in a family. "Really," said Mrs. Bryant, "we're going to miss you next year, Shannon." "I'm going to miss you, too, Mom. Miss both of you." And she knew that this was true, crazy as they drove her sometimes. "We know you have to grow up and leave," Mrs. Bryant continued. "By the way, have you sent your acceptance in yet?" "No, Mom. I haven't even decided where I'm going to send the acceptance yet. I have until May first, and there are good reasons to wait till nearly then." "I can't believe that you are considering going to the U of I when Albion has accepted you." Wayne Bryant sighed for the feeling of togetherness which had lasted so briefly. Maybe he could lighten the conversation. "Well some people choose their schools for the faculty; some for the student body." "If Steven felt as strongly as she does about being together, he would go to Albion." The two of them were going on fewer dates; Shannon had stopped campaigning for a later curfew. Allison could see that the first intensity was wearing off; why couldn't her daughter. She turned towards Shannon. "Maybe he's right; maybe it's time for you two to give each other a little space." Shannon stared at her mother. Steve had never asked for "a little space." A little privacy for immediate relief was the maximum he'd wanted. He'd never said that he wouldn't go to Albion, though he had never said that he would, either. The point that her mother couldn't see is that asking Steve to change colleges for her was promising to marry him. It was worse than accepting an engagement ring. Break an engagement, and he had a ring that another girl might not want; her mother wanted her to ask Steve to accept a life that he did not want in order to be with her. And, of course, if they did marry, she wanted Steve to be well prepared for his profession. They would get more money, and Steve would be happier. He wanted to be a good chemical engineer, maybe a good chemist. "You know, Mom," she said, "if I had to choose today between a future in which I certainly will marry Steve, and a future in which I certainly won't, I'd choose the future including Steve. Just so you know what the choice is, if you make me choose." Allison couldn't guess what had brought that on. The last thing that she wanted was to make Shannon choose so young. The problem with Shannon's fixation on Steven at seventeen was seventeen not Steven. She knew that Shannon would never admit it, but it was her happiness they worried about. Steven was great from a parental viewpoint -- sober, hardworking, reasonably clean cut. It wasn't as if he wanted to play baseball professionally or even go to medical school; chemists were paid well, but anybody who took the classes could get the work. She would love to see them give each other a little space for four years. If Shannon still wanted Steven after seeing a college full of boys, God bless her. And if Steven's eyes wandered, better before marriage than after. "Well, Chick," Wayne said. "I think you should consider what your mother is saying. But this is your decision. If the school will take you and we can possibly afford it, we'll send you off and pay the tuition." Which was, he figured, the minimal expression of what he and Allison had decided years ago. They continued eating their ice cream as separately as three people can at the same table. Strangers thrown together by restaurant crowding would have related more closely. Shannon went upstairs to do her studying; her parents stayed behind. Wayne suddenly remembered what Shannon was going to read. "'Romeo and Juliet'! Why can't the school system teach them The Story of O? She'll be planning an elopement within the hour." His wife wasn't amused. "It's generous of you to promise her the college fund that I earned." "As opposed to the money which bought this ice cream? And this house, and the gas you put in your Taurus to take your clients around, for that matter. That's all our money, the money that I earned. Look, we agreed that your commissions would go into college bonds for Shannon; we didn't agree that they would go into a fund which you could use to blackmail her." "First she tells me that I am forcing her to marry Steven, and then you tell me that I am blackmailing her." "No," he admitted, "you are not. If she sent a rejection letter to Albion and an acceptance to U of I, you would agree to her decision. But you can't have it both ways. If telling her that fact is a betrayal, then you want to use that money to persuade her to accept your school choice." "I still don't see why they couldn't both go to Albion. Do you?" "Yes." He figured that, if Allison wanted to hide from the truth, she shouldn't ask point-blank questions. "If you want to do something, something particular, you prepare as best you can to do that thing. You don't buy the generic-brand education and pretend that it is as good as the custom model. And employers know that. Go to the personnel department of a chemical firm and say, 'I have a good, well-rounded, education; I want to be a chemist.' They'll ask you, 'Then why didn't you get the best preparation to be a chemist?' And the best preparation is not in a small school with no great interest in the natural sciences." He could distinguish among her tears, even from her back. They had been married more than two decades, for God's sake. The tears she took from the table were those of anger. He finished her bowl of ice cream before stacking the dishes in the dishwasher. He figured that he deserved the treat; he wasn't going to get any other pleasure that night. Shannon did the minimum necessary on her other homework before opening "Romeo and Juliet." She wished she could look up the notes in the big copy of Folger's Shakespeare that her parents kept downstairs, but she didn't want it badly enough to return to the front lines. The language was such a trap, both in its beauty and in its strangeness, that she'd read passages without noticing what was happening. This time, she put a list of the parts of each scene down on paper, then she listed what she knew because of that section. The flow of the play started to become clearer. Midway through this exercise, she got a call from Mrs. Jensen. They wanted her for Tuesday a week from then. She checked her calendar and agreed. While she was downstairs, she did get the Folger's and lug it upstairs. Apparently families had always resented their daughters' falling in love. The Capulets, at least, had some excuse. The only thing that her parents had against Steve was that she loved him. And, for her mother, that he might interfere with Shannon's going to Albion. She should send an acceptance to the U of I tomorrow; that would show Mom! The problem was that she didn't want to go there without Steve. And Steve might get into IIT. Would he go to IIT without her? Should he go to IIT without her, if it were her decision to make? Well, he shouldn't because that would tear them apart. But a degree from IIT might produce a greater income for him for their entire lives together. And would their lives be together? At this point, Shannon realized that she was done studying for that night. She got into her night clothes and into bed to do her worrying in comfort. Albion was not that much farther from Chicago than Champaign was. Either distance would require an overnight stay to make a visit worthwhile. With any luck at all, IIT would turn Steve down; but she felt like a dog for even thinking that. She added a quick mental note to God that she had not asked for that. If they accepted Steve, the same conditions applied as the ones on Albion which anyone but her mother could see. If Steve turned down his best chance at education to be with her, she owed him permanence. (If he wanted it; he hadn't quite said that he did.) Ken had thought that putting them both on his piddling committee needed a wedding ring. Now she was making decisions for both of them for their entire future. Assuming that Steve would go along, and she had to assume that for these decisions. She could sure see being married to Steve. What she'd told her mom was perfectly true. But she didn't want to make that decision tonight, and it was likely that Steve didn't either. And was it fair for her to decide in ways that she would resent Steve's doing? What if Steve had broken into a bathroom knowing that she was there? Of course, he was really in that house under her invitation; but that didn't work. She'd have screamed if he'd interrupted her in a bathroom in his own house. And that didn't even take into account what she'd known he was doing. Somehow, it was different; but she couldn't say how. Steve might well disagree with her on the difference, and it would be fair if he did. They could wait for the next step until she was ready; it was still her body. Steve could decide to go to school where they couldn't be together; it was still his future. She didn't want to put the same demands on him that her mother was putting on her. She would even give him one more chance to back off before she put them on the dance committee. And she would apologize for breaking in on him and holding him there without his permission. That, however, led to her memory of the sensations when she did that holding.It had been hot and firm, it had jumped in her hand when the stuff had spurted out. That, she realized, was how it would act inside her. It would not only penetrate her, it would jerk in her depths as it had jerked in her hand. Somehow, the thought was very sexy. Her nipples were suddenly hard, and she stroked them. After she moved her right hand between her legs, when her tension was building, she remembered the moment. Something inside her, where that pulsing would be someday, pulsed in sympathy with it as her time came. Her mind was still struggling with putting all these sensations together as she curled up to sleep, but she didn't worry much about that. Her body seemed ready enough. She caught Steve when they were leaving English the next morning. "We have to talk," she said. "Here?" He turned in her direction. Her next class was clear over on the other side of the building. Usually, she was the one who didn't want to talk that time of the day. "No. We need to talk at some length. But one thing. Do you mind if I sign us both up for Ken's dance committee?" "Go ahead. I said that. But I didn't drive today." Which meant that he couldn't drive her home. His mother, who was the office worker for a suite of dentists, worked Saturdays but not Wednesdays. Sometimes Steve took the car. "I'm sitting for Mrs. Green tonight. Come over after work." That was news worth slipping half a minute late into physics class. All that earned him was a glare from Mr. Babaian and the next question. He had to fumble with his notes, but his answer was correct. Shannon caught up with Ken on her way out of lunch period. "You can sign both of us up," she said. "That's great! Thanks." And he was off pursuing another victim before getting into line himself. In AP history just then, they were studying the election of 1860. The war itself would occupy the rest of the year. Mr. Peters took the whole period to deal with the Constitutional Union party, which refused to discuss the slavery issue, even though that was the issue. The Green brats were at war with one another. She had to referee three fights and patch up a bloody nose, but it was better than when they were conspiring together. She fixed dinner for them while they bitched about the menu. Each of them ate twice what she did, and then complained about the meal until she chased them to bed. As a substitute babysitter, she assumed that their mother was taking care of baths. She took a second helping as soon as her nerves settled down. Then she ran through her homework, leaving Shakespeare for last. She made her preparations for Steve a few minutes before he was due, taking off both bra and panties. Somehow, she always felt hotter in the time just before her period. And, of course, the consequences of going too far were less. Not that she was going to go too far tonight. She looked out when the bell rang, and then opened the door to Steve. "Lo, what light through yonder doorway breaks?" he proclaimed. "It is the east and Shannon is the sun." Meanwhile, she was holding the door open and getting cold. "I'll kiss you," she said, "but keep those cold hands to yourself." Even so, his lips and face were cold. They ended up rubbing noses. Cute, but Steve's was a bit runny. "Want me to wash my hands?" He figured that it had worked before. "Later. We have to talk." She pointed him to the other side of the dining room table from her books. He took off his coat; then he spread his schoolwork out while he asked, "What's wrong?" "I am. Or I was. The last time you were here." She took a deep breath. "If you ever come into the bathroom when I'm using it, I'll kill you." "Okay, I won't." He wondered briefly whether she would consider that promise binding in marriage, but they never quite used that word. "But I did that to you. And I'm sorry." "Look, that's different." He couldn't say how it was different, but it was. "I thought so too, but I couldn't really see how." "Let me think about it. Anyway, I accept your apology even if I think you're making too big a deal over what you did." She had more on her agenda. "The way that I see it, either we'll both go to U of I or I'll go to Albion while you go to IIT. I don't want to be at U of I without you." "I don't want to be anywhere without you. But..." "Yeah. But!" "How will you tell your mother?" he asked. The trouble with fights at home is that you have to go back there sooner or later. "As late as possible. Now, why don't you go wash your hands?" He used the facilities first, then left his hands under the hot water as long as he could stand it. Instead of anticipating the pleasures awaiting him, he thought furiously. She was standing by the couch when he came out. Shannon found his tongue nice and warm, even if his cheek was still cold. Steve could tell from the softness against his chest that she had removed her bra. Instead of diving inside her shirt, he clasped her face to guide her response to his kiss. He broke for air. "About our last time here," he said while his hands began to unbutton her shirt. "Yes?" "I would rather that you don't come into the bathroom when I've closed the door. On the other hand, you say three things to me about... well, about things like this. You say 'no,' and 'not yet,' and 'not now.'" "And if that's all I say, how come you're so sure that you can open my shirt?" she asked, pulling away from him. "Oh, you say 'yes,' too. Or at least give permission. I don't mean that you are always negative. It's just that those are the three negatives. "Anyway," he continued, moving over to her again, "I want you. Of the three, I will never say 'no' to you. I can't imagine saying 'not yet.' I might say 'not now.' So, your breaking in on me to take us to another step is quite different from my breaking in on you for the same purpose. Does that make any sense?" She'd try to figure that one out later. "Kiss me." He did. Slowly, as the kiss grew hotter, he moved his hand up her side until he was cupping her breast through the shirt. Her nipple firmed into his palm in greeting. Shannon, he thought, was right; this was much more important than expressing things in words. He gloried in her warm mouth and the soft breast in his hand. Shannon enjoyed the taste of his tongue on hers, and the warm lift that his hand gave her breast. She'd made a risky decision, however, and worried still whether it was the right one. Steve didn't seem to be in any hurry. That was good to know in one sense, but her nervousness increased. When he had unbuttoned her entire blouse and she was soft in his arms, Steve helped Shannon lie back on the couch. Even kneeling there, he enjoyed another duel with her tongue and the feel of her smooth skin against his fingers before he kissed down to her breast. Once sucking on the hard nipple, he allowed his hand to roam down her leg and back up under her skirt. She clasped her legs together. Didn't she want this? He raised his head to see her expression. Shannon felt him abandon her breast. She guessed that he was looking her in the face, but she kept her eyes closed. For another minute, she kept her legs closed too. When she eased them open, Steve kissed the other breast before sliding his hand forward. He slowly stroked back and forth on her smooth thigh while sucking the nipple, going a little further every time. On the one hand, he certainly wanted to clasp her panties; on the other, he wanted to postpone the end of the evening. Finally, however, he brushed back to the soft concavity just above her knee and returned more slowly than ever. He stopped sucking to concentrate on the first touch of her panties. Shannon knew that his hand wouldn't stop this time, his stroke was too determined, and too slow. She held her breath. He didn't feel her panties, however. He brushed forward until his hand was tickled by her hair. Her legs came together, not quite trapping his hand because there was still space just there. "Oh Shannon!" he whispered. She couldn't help clutching her legs together, his presence was so ticklish, and so scary. But it was exciting, too. And there was awe in his voice as he spoke. She parted her legs to give him more access. He loved the warmth, loved the acceptance he felt when her legs relaxed. He could finally feel those folds he had guessed at for so long. But he didn't know what to do. He stroked the outer folds lightly, acquainting his fingers with her hair. Then another thought struck him. "I don't have anything," he said. It took a moment for her to understand what he meant. He thought that they were going to.... "We can't do more than this," he continued. "We aren't going to do more than this. Not ever. I told you that I would wear white on my wedding day." "Well, I can't even do this right. Tell me what to do." She pulled him down for a kiss. "The first thing is to be very gentle. I'm full of nerve endings down there." He nodded. She moved his head back to her right breast. "And you don't have to stop doing other things." "Tell me when I'm doing something wrong." But he kept doing things right, first clasping her mound while he kissed over the breast. Once attached to her nipple, he slowly moved a finger between her lips. She was nervous about the moisture down there, but his only response when he reached it was a harder suck on her nipple. He explored her with one finger in her valley and then two. Steve was about to explode in his pants. He'd have liked to see her, but touch was more important.He recalled the diagrams he had seen, the hard-core pictures of women revealing themselves, fingering themselves. He located himself on those pictures as he would orient himself on a map. He moved one finger into Shannon, tentatively feeling the entry into her ultimate secret. "No," Shannon said. That was too intimate, even for Steve. Besides, she wanted him to stroke her like she stroked herself. Steve immediately pulled his finger out. Now he'd fouled the whole thing up. Instead of Shannon's pushing him away, however, she lay back. He clasped her for another minute, taking that time to kiss the smoothness of her breast again and lick around the areola. When he dared part her labia again, it was to stroke the inner ones. He had no problem remembering to be gentle with these, they were so thin and delicate -- and delightful; but he finally parted them and ventured into the wealth inside. She was wetter than before. Biology was Steve's weakest science by far; he knew that the ulna was somewhere in the arm, but would have one chance in three of locating it on a diagram. One aspect of human anatomy, however, was imprinted in his memory. He could locate the labia majora, labia minora, vagina and clitoris on a diagram. He could even draw the diagram. He knew that Shannon's moisture meant that he was doing something right, that the two of them were doing something right. And it meant that Shannon desired him. Which meant that touching that moisture was its own reward, but he knew that it served a practical purpose as well. Gentle as he tried to be, he was conscious of the grossness and roughness of his fingers. So he returned repeatedly to the pool of lubricant and spread it upwards as he went. The only thing he could think to do was the same game he played on her legs. He stroked slowly upwards, returned, stroked as slowly but just a little further. When he actually touched her clitoris, however, he couldn't stop himself from feeling all of it. Shannon jumped, and he stopped immediately. "Did that hurt?" he asked. "No. Go on." Now, his stopping had hurt, had done something; but she could tell that wasn't what he meant. She felt his motions resume tentatively, teasingly. He could have been a good deal less gentle for her taste, but the gentleness was part of Steve's care for her. She could trust him, could lie back and let him take her where she had only gone alone. Yet, his slow tickling was leading her past that point. She needed something more, something now! She hugged him more tightly to her, pulled his face and chest into her breasts. Still, his suction was soft, still he only licked her nipple occasionally, still his fingers moved slowly -- playing around her instead of rubbing the bump insistently. She felt herself moving against him, pressing herself into his hand. But, somehow, it was too late to tell him anything. She was growing hotter and hotter. She could feel perspiration bursting out of her face and running down into her hair; every time he licked a nipple, she felt a burst of fire in her breast; her center burned like a furnace, and yet his fingers scorched her there. When he switched breasts, the fire ran to her toes and lifted her off the couch altogether. She pulsed and pulsed in time to his suction. Then his mouth hurt her nipples, the weight of his head was pressing one breast and his chest was crushing the other, his hands rasped her most sensitive parts. She pushed him away. Steve had been reveling in Shannon's response to his efforts. Her nipples had hardened to his mouth, her hands had pulled him against her, her legs had spread to his hand's approach and her groin had risen to meet his hand, her lungs had sped until he could hear the breath rasp. Her center had run with the magic liquid. The sudden rejection broke his rapturous mood. But, from the end of her left arm, he saw a stranger -- a Shannon he had never believed possible. Her skin was mottled from her chest to her face, and the facial expression was stranger yet. There was a wildness in her eyes, a grimness to her mouth; tangles of her hair were stuck to her face. Then, as he watched, Shannon reappeared in her own face. It softened and grew familiar. He kissed her then, welcoming her back. First her forehead, eyebrows, hair-streaked cheek; then her sweet mouth which opened for his as always. There was only the faintest taste, almost metallic, to remind him of the passage of that stranger through the girl he loved. Instead of letting his hand go, she relaxed that arm. It tensed again when he returned his hand to between her thighs, but it didn't push him away. He held that sweetness, warmly, closely. He was careful, though, to keep his hand still. Gradually, her arm relaxed. With her mouth against his, one breast pressed into his chest, and warmth radiating from her sex into his palm, his own arousal returned. The erection was in a new position and even less comfortable. He staggered when he got to his feet. She felt cuddled and comforted. She almost pulled Steve back when he got up. Should she follow him in? He'd said that he didn't like it; besides, she was comfortable just lying here. A little later, though, the chill made her don her bra and rearrange her clothes. Steve thought of the Kleenex he had brought, but Shannon didn't look as adventurous as she had looked the previous times. In the bathroom, he sniffed her odor from his hand. Then he brought himself off rapidly using his memories of her rising against his hand and of her face afterwards. That face had scared him then, but it spelled passion in his memory. He was determined to see that response again sometime soon. When he got back, Shannon was sitting at the table writing in a notebook. "Look," she said. "I shouldn't have done that. I wouldn't have if I'd known that it would give you ideas. We've done all we're going to do. I am going to wear white on my wedding day." She didn't know why she was being so hard on him. Maybe she was a little afraid that she was fighting herself as well. "I'm a little tired of hearing about what you'll wear on your wedding day!" He said. "What about your wedding night? Whatever you're wearing, will I get to take it off, remove each piece of clothing? Will I see my bride in her skin?" She thought that she'd just heard a proposal. She'd thought of him as her future husband. All this talk of staying together was nonsense if they didn't plan to get married, but they'd never quite said that. He was rushing on. "Will I get to kiss you? All over? Not just your face, not just your sweet breasts?" When she started to answer, he held up his hand. "Because, if that is so, Shannon, there are a lot of things we haven't done yet. I'm not saying we'll do them before that night, though I hope so. I am saying that agreeing that you'll wear white to your wedding doesn't mean that we stop here." He had no idea where that had come from. He wasn't going to tell her that, though. And he did want to see her lovely mound again. "Did you look? Isn't it shaped like a heart upside down?" She was lost. He didn't quite sound angry, but almost. She stuck to the most important question. "Are you asking me to marry you?" If he were, she'd ask for more time. Was Shannon really so naive as to use preserving her virginity for her husband as an argument on him without implying that he was that future husband? There was a limit on anyone's self-control. He could wait for Shannon to be completely his. He certainly wasn't interested in restraining himself to see her completely another's. "I'm nowhere near the Christian you think I am." Turning the other cheek had its limits. They stared at each other while she tried to figure what relationship his answer had to her question. Then she realized that she didn't want an answer to her question. She started back on her homework. He pictured a faceless stranger stripping a wedding dress from Shannon. His stomach felt sour, and he started to harden again. Time for him to dig into his own books. - = - But they kissed goodbye sweetly when it was time for him to go. Shannon returned to her books while Steve drove home. He figured that he had taken quite the wrong tone with Shannon, but that his basic position was correct. Shannon had been controlling their making out, which was fine while she was drawing new -- more permissive -- lines every time. If she thought that they had reached the real limit, then he should take back control. No rapist, he would honor her limit. It's just that they could do so much more without crossing that limit. And, one day, those limits would be gone. He lay in bed imagining that day. Hampered a little by ignorance of what brides wore under those fancy dresses, he got her down to some sort of underskirt while he kissed her breasts. Then his current needs overtook his imagination of their future. - = - Shannon, meanwhile, stretched on Mrs. Green's couch with her coat over her. It had been quite an evening. Steve, she decided, hadn't proposed to her. He just assumed -- as she did, as Ken did, as even her parents did -- that they were headed towards marriage. It was also too late to argue about what he had said earlier in the evening. Really, he had said that they could not go farther. Merely mentioning it had scared her, but it wasn't like he'd said that they would. He had his own boundary; a rather weak one, though. He worked in a drugstore, after all; he could get protection any time he wanted. And what had he really said about her breaking in on him in the bathroom? He wished that she wouldn't, but that he would never say no to her. That wasn't the clearest statement he had ever made.She remembered his thing jumping in her hand; did she want to feel it again? And his description of their wedding night. Now, she did want to hear that again. She wanted to have sex; her reluctance didn't mean absence of desire. She thought of it as something that married people, all adults really, did. They did it instead of making out, or -- rather -- she and Steve made out instead of sex. Steve seemed to think of it as something in addition to making out, and the bodice-rippers agreed with him. She was fairly sure she knew what Steve meant by kissing her "all over." Did she want him kissing her down there? It was rather gross to think about, especially this time of the month. She knew she wouldn't allow it when she wasn't excited, and getting excited meant getting all messy down there. If he really wanted to kiss her 'all over,' there were parts he hadn't touched since the summer. On the other hand, the books made a kiss there sound out of this world. Could it happen? What she'd had tonight, then more? And sex was more after that? She held the memory of what she had experienced that night in her mind while she dozed off. They didn't speak after English because Mrs. Foster kept Steve back to give him a warning. The whole class had been confused by Shakespeare in the beginning, but most of the kids who usually got good grades were showing some comprehension. Steve was a conspicuous exception. Shannon ate lunch with a group of girls sharing half a birthday cake. Steve found a table full of his friends. They weren't really geeks -- Jeff was even on the football team -- but they were all interested in science and got decent grades. All of them were taking an Advanced Placement course in either Calc, Physics, or both. "Nice you could make it, Mr. Anderson," said Terry. Steve grinned and nodded politely. The more he responded, the more they would ride him. "He heard I'd made another," said Dave. The others passed a disk apiece down towards Dave. He gathered them up. "Actually...." Steve began. He hadn't known that Dave had made another disk. Then he thought again. He rummaged in his backpack until he found a disk. "Sorry. You'll have to wipe it. Is tomorrow okay?" "Monday morning, and you'll have to wipe mine too," said Dave. That got a few chuckles. His father had Adultcheck; his mother had computer ignorance. His parents had a divorce. Dave downloaded pictures every other weekend. He packed a disk every few visits. If you lent him a disk, he would return a disk later -- always off school property. It wasn't the same disk, and you'd have to remove his files to use it for storage. If you didn't wipe it, of course, you would see all those horrible pictures of naked women or of people having sex. But Dave wasn't giving you those; he was returning a borrowed disk. Whether that would persuade a principal, much less a judge, was another question. Steve was not wild about the pictures, many of which were fuzzy. The colors seemed off, maybe because of his monitor; and you couldn't take them to bed as he did the magazines. On the other hand, disks were a lot cheaper than magazines. They all started to tease him. "Steve doesn't need your pictures. He reads all those magazines at Hauksbee's." "Doesn't need magazines. He has Shannon." "For as much of Shannon as he sees, he could read People." "No. Modern Bride." "Look," Steve said, "I don't read the stock at Hauksbee's. I pay for everything, full price -- not even a discount." "The question isn't how much of Shannon he is seeing. I see a Honda parked around after dances. Steamy windows." "So that was you creeping between the cars and peeping in the windows." "Get smart, Steve," said Phil. "You're a senior. You're only in high school once. Shannon's price is a wedding ring. Find yourself someone else, someone fun." "Y'know, Phil," he answered. "Sometimes I think that one time is quite enough to be in high school." There were some smiles at that. He'd thought about this a lot in the past couple of months. "Most of the girls in this school will be married in a few years. Shannon will,..." he couldn't use the name of Phil's current girl, Tanya. He searched for a name that he could use. "Jennifer will." Jennifer was an even more notorious slut. "Girls like Shannon will; girls like Jennifer will. And, horrible as it sounds today, most of us will end up married, too." There were a few groans around the table, but fewer and less heart-felt than they would have made their freshman year. "Now, Shannon is already taken. But I don't see girls like Shannon falling into the arms of a guy who says, 'Well I'm tired of playing with sluts; will you be my loyal wife?' Maybe it will happen, but I don't see it. I expect that the one-guy girls will mostly end up with one-girl guys. So who is left to marry the Jennifers?" "Do you really think that you and Shannon will end up together?" Terry asked. "I hope so! I'll try to make that happen, but I know that the odds are stacked against us. On the other hand, look at the prize I'm trying for. A less than half chance at a lifetime with Shannon. Against what?" "I dunno," said Jim. "Life is now. Maybe we will all end up as old married people like Steve says. But I wouldn't trade experience now for a comfortable old age." "Growing old doesn't look so horrible when you consider the alternative." "I'm not sure that Steve was talking about retirement living. More, you know, getting married and having your own room in your own house. No more back seats, no more picnic blankets, no more 'What if her family finds out?'" "You're taking all the fun out of it." "I bet I could find a way to have fun going to sleep in a bed beside a woman, waking up beside her. I could find something to hold our interest. It would be hard, I know. But I...." "It would be hard, you hope!" "I know there are people not much older than us married," Jim said. "Heck, kids in this school. It's just that when I think of married people I think of, you know, my parents and their friends." "You're here, aren't ya?" "But," said Dave, "these days, when your parents go in their room and carefully shut the door, they're just afraid that their snores would keep you awake." "You," said Jim, "are just jealous." Everybody was quiet at once. Teasing was one thing, this was another. Dave had asked for it, but he wasn't the only guy at the table whose parents were divorced. Soon, people were finishing their food or talking to those next to them. Shannon stopped by Steve's table on her way out of the lunch room. "Remember the first committee meeting is today after school." "I remember," he said, "and speaking of dances, Miss Bryant...." "We'll talk," she answered and hurried out. She had to get to the girls' to change her Tampax before class. Steve knew that he should have invited her to the Friday dance earlier than Thursday afternoon. The invitation was a mere formality, but his mother had dinned into him that formalities like that were important to girls. Still, it wasn't like Shannon to react that way; she preferred to read him the riot act. Well, they would talk. Steve got to the committee meeting early. He was surprised to see Mr. Babaian there, not who you'd expect to see as faculty advisor for a dance. Probably the teachers were required to put in so many hours on Mickey-Mouse stuff. There were small paper hearts and saucers with straight pins already on the table. Ken ushered Shannon in. He began talking before she sat down beside Steve. "I expect a few more people, but let's get started. I'd like to call this the Heart Ball. To get in the spirit of things, let's pin the hearts you see here on our shirts. I would especially like every boy here to have a heart on." "Ken!" said Mr. Babaian. "I'd hate to write the U of C that you'd been suspended from school. Even a one-day suspension would mean that you lose your position as president of the student council. And this is a committee. You may propose playing 'Heart Ball' with this dance, but the committee makes all those decisions. I had to read Robert's Rules of Order to be advisor to this committee, and I'll play hard ball with that." "Yes, sir," said Ken. And he was strangely subdued from then on. After a half-hour of wrangling over the name, Ken's suggestion won. The decor scheme, not something Steve thought had many alternatives for St. Valentine's day, was not quite settled when Ken had to call time. Shannon waited while Steve got his bike. "Look," he began, "I know that I should have asked you to the dance sooner...." "If we go to the dance Friday, when are you going to study?" She did want to go to the dance; she did want to park afterward. On the other hand, her period rather spoiled both. And he did have to study. "Well, tonight," he answered, giving particular attention to the bike he was wheeling along. "And Saturday afternoon." "You don't know," she said, "whether Romeo or Juliet is the girl." "Hah! It's Juliet. I think of her looking just like you." "I'll call you tonight," she said. She called much less often than he did. She blew him a kiss from her door. "Mom," she said at dinner, "you made me help the other day when we were cleaning out the attic." "After all, Shannon, it's your house too." Allison Bryant was surprised. Despite a few complaints about timing, Shannon had participated pleasantly enough in the workday. "And that means that I should be able to invite my friends over? Right?" "Why do I always walk into these? Anyway, who do you want to invite over when?" "Steve," Shannon answered. "For a study date. Tomorrow.""Fine," Mrs. Bryant said. If Shannon had to be with Steven, studying was the best activity, and their house was the best location. "I'll clean up my room tonight," Shannon said. "Now, dear." "Then where are we going to study?" Her parents pretty much monopolized the living room in the evenings. "I think we can allow you a little space, dear," Mrs. Bryant said. "Could we watch the TV in our room, Wayne?" "Sure." It was really the only solution, not that he couldn't see through Shannon's manipulations. "Invite him to dinner first if you wish," Allison finished the subject. The snow was already coming down, having deposited an inch of a threatened six, when Steve arrived in his mother's car. He was dressed in a suit. The conversation at dinner reminded Shannon of the lecture on the Constitutional Union Party, which proposed to solve the slavery issue in 1860 by not discussing it. Everybody studiously avoided the topic of Albion College. By that time, her mother was avoiding the topic of the U of I even when she had Shannon alone. They spent more time on the dance committee than it deserved, and her mother expressed pleasure at their social success. Shannon didn't mention that the prime requirement for a senior to be on a dance committee was willingness. "I'm interested in synthetic chemistry," Steve answered a question. "I want to make things. There are a lot of career decisions within that field, but there is no sense in trying to make them when I don't have the knowledge. Even so, I suspect that I would enjoy almost any phase of that." Later, he helped Shannon clear the table. Her mom filled the dishwasher. "Mom," Shannon asked when that task was done, "can Steve use the Folger's?" Allison Bryant was perplexed and a little annoyed. Steven was welcome to the coffee that was sitting in the pot, and he had turned that down at dinner. But she thought that guests shouldn't express a brand preference; this wasn't a restaurant. "I don't think we have any, dear." "It's right there in the bookshelf." Oh, that. It was Wayne's book; they should ask him. Why the hell should they? "That's perfectly all right, Steven. Help yourself." "Shannon asked me to lend your copy of Shakespeare to Steven," she told Wayne in the bedroom. "I told them to go ahead. After all, what's mine is yours. Isn't it?" "I brought my copy," Steve was telling Shannon downstairs. "I don't have to borrow your mother's." "Much better notes," she said and walked over to kiss him briefly. "That's for your performance at dinner. Tonight we're operating under the positive reinforcement principle." "In that case, I deserve a longer kiss than that one. I feel like I was being interviewed for the position of son-in-law." "How do you think you did?" "Didn't seem in any hurry to fill the position." "Anyway," Shannon said, "the Folger's comes later. Look in your book. What happens in Act One, Scene One?" "Well, first these two guys, Samson and Gregory, trade insults." He'd needed to read that passage a dozen times to get those insults, and some of them still went over his head. "And then they, ... well, they tell a dirty joke, but I can skip that, they pick a fight with guys from the other side. And then...." "Steve," their first kiss was scheduled for his identification of the parts of that scene. He might be there the whole night before that kiss. "It's nice that you're reading the book now, but you were supposed to have read it earlier. What are the three things that happen in the first scene?" He looked at the book to check where that scene ended. "There is a fight, the Prince breaks it up, and Romeo shows up." A lot of things happened in that scene. She was about to correct him. Her notes put the prince in the first third, Lady Montague's description of Romeo mooning about in the second -- Steve had missed that completely. Then she realized that if Steve didn't remember Mrs. Foster's summaries, he wouldn't remember hers either. He needed to learn to do summaries. "Okay, write that down on this card, leaving a third of the lines after each statement. This card is for this scene." She handed him a three-by-five card. When he'd written it down, she put a finger on his chin to tilt his head up. She kissed him. The card was already labeled "Act I, scene 1" in her pretty, if not very neat, script. He filled out the information with the lettering he'd learned in drafting class. Her kiss was sweet, but a little grade-schoolish. He reached out to pull her in to it. She pulled away. "No hands, no hands at all. If my father came down and saw your hands on me, he'd throw you out and call the cops. Now what do we learn in the first part of the scene?" His answer earned him another kiss. Finally, she asked: "And what do we learn in the third part of the scene?" "About Romeo." "And what about Romeo?" She felt that she was pulling it out of him. Telling him would have been so much easier. "Why he was so melancholy." At her exasperated look, he continued, "It was because he was in love." "In love with who?" "With Juliet, of course. No. With...." He scanned the page but couldn't find the name. Shannon looked like she was going to cry. "Fair Rosalind." She had so looked forward to his positive reinforcement, too. Besides, Mrs. Foster had covered that, and it was the entire point of the play. Well, she would give him a chance. "Extra credit. Closed book. What were the families?" That he could do. "Montague and Capulet. RoMeo Montague," he emphasized, "and JuliET CapuLET." Shakespeare confused the issue with all of this fancy language and byplay, but the dramatis- whatever in front had been in plain English. Those had been three of her planned extra-credit questions. Shannon figured he certainly deserved a reward. "Stand up with your hands behind your back." She pulled his head down into a kiss. Lip met lip, breast met chest, tongue met tongue. Steve, with his mouth invaded and the touch on his chest much softer than when he was in control, hardened immediately. What Shannon felt was not a roll of flesh pressing out from his stomach; it was still pointing down but felt hard as wood. She twisted her belly against it and stepped back. He visited the downstairs john to readjust his clothes, coming back with the jockeys pulled up high enough under his trousers to keep the semi-erect member pointing in the right direction. "Now," she said, "are you ready to deal with Scene Two?" They got back to work, and that scene was shorter. Wayne Bryant rose while the closing credits to "Norm" were playing. With any luck, he could make both the bathroom and the kitchen before "CSI" got into the actual plot. "And the last half of Scene Three," Shannon asked, "what does that tell us?" "Her parents are pushing her towards this Paris guy." Steve was starting to get the hang of this. "Oh, Steve!" And she had thought that he was starting to see. "This is what the play means! Shakespeare tells us that she has never been in love at all. Her parents want her to love Paris, and she'll give it a try. "On the morning before Romeo wanders into her garden complaining of the fate that deprives him of Juliet, he roams the outskirts of town complaining of being deprived of another woman. He is in love with being in love, but she.... But her love is genuine. She has never been in love at all." Steve clearly didn't know the play, but how could he have missed that? Steve felt accused. Hell, he felt guilty. He just couldn't figure out what the crime was. He hadn't wandered the outskirts bemoaning another love. "And I wasn't your first love," a voice sounded in his head. He almost said it aloud, "How about Curt?" Wayne saw them as he came downstairs. She was standing about four feet from where Steven was sitting. The emotion between them was thick enough to cut with a knife, and quite different from what he had expected. He went to the kitchen for a can of mixer and a glass, stopped for the whiskey from the liquor cabinet, and went back upstairs without hearing either of them say one word. When her father had retreated from his intrusion, Shannon sighed. Steve had to know the test details, even if he overlooked the point of the play. "Okay," she said, "what happens in Scene Four?" Although her reinforcement got more positive during Act Two, Shannon could tell that Steve had passed his limit well before they got to Scene Six. And the class was in the middle of Act Four! "Well, here are the rest of the cards. Don't come to Mrs. Green's tomorrow unless you have Act Three filled out." It was too late for the Folger's; Steve didn't need any more facts tonight. They could try the language. "Do you want to act out the balcony scene?" This was the first that Steve had heard about Mrs. Green's. But that was all right, he'd find a way to study his other subjects on Sunday. And anything, let alone the balcony scene, was better than filling out another card. Wayne was thinking about getting the mixer for another drink when the sounds reached them from downstairs. "What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun." "It's good that he wants to go into engineering," he told Allison. She chuckled. "He does sound like a ham." It was the warmest moment they had had together in more than a week. He put his hand over to her bed. She held it until he got up. They couldn't go any further. After all, both were fully dressed; and Shannon was not only still up -- Steven was visiting her. He got up.He'd go around the kids and get another can of diet ginger ale. He was silently cursing his diet when he got to the head of the stairs. Shannon was, reasonably enough, using the stairs as her balcony. He retreated to the doorway of his room. He didn't mind the kids declaring their love, so long as they were on different levels. Besides, he could hear Shannon from where he stood. She wasn't bad, not projecting like an actress, but not hamming it up like Steven either. He'd seen the book in her hand, but she sounded like she knew her lines. Steve had long had that first speech by heart, the second less so. And, after he had sailed upon the bosom of the air, he had to sail upon the bosom of the book. That was fairly choppy sailing. He, having most of the longer speeches, could rarely even look at her. Still, it was fun, and it was a chance to declare his love in a way that would have been utterly mawkish if they hadn't been playing parts. Finally, he read, "O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?" She didn't respond. When he looked up, she was grinning impishly and slowly nodding up and down. Tease! He slid his book through the bannisters to have both hands free, then seized the hand she had resting on the rail. He kissed the back, kissed down her middle finger to the end, and then kissed the end of the other fingers as well. When he looked up, she looked pleased but embarrassed. He drew the index finger into his mouth for a gentle suck and lick. Her first thought was where her hand had been. She would have washed it before putting it on one end of a spoon whose other end would go in her mouth. But the kisses were exciting nevertheless. By the time that he was licking and sucking her palm, her nipples hardened. And then her father came out. The recitation was over. Wayne figured that he could get his mixer now. Steven was still hamming it up when he got to the top of the stairs, kissing Shannon's hand. He knew it was a real kiss pretending to be a Shakespearean kiss, but so what? They'd done worse on his front step for the neighbors to see, and God-knew-what in Steven's car. His daughter rushed past him up the stairs to the bathroom, while Steven pulled his book off the stairway. When he came back from the kitchen, he told Steven, "I don't mind your borrowing my Shakespeare, but be sure to bring it back. Okay?" On the other hand, he could keep the book at home if he let Shannon alone. But Wayne could see that this wasn't in the cards; Shannon was flying out of the nest sometime soon. Getting rid of Steven would disappoint her -- he could still remember the month after she dumped Curt, but it wouldn't keep her in the nest. "Uh? Sure I will." When Shannon got back he told her, "He says that I can use the Shakespeare, but I should put it back." She couldn't see what was so important about putting it back in the same place. She'd already used it, and put it back in the hole she'd made removing it; but her father hadn't said a word about that. "It's too late for the footnotes tonight." Parting was more sweet than sorrow. She flowed into his arms, put both hands on the back of his neck, opened her mouth for his kiss. When he clutched her hips and placed his leg between hers, she arched a bit to reduce the pressure on her too-sensitive breasts. That increased the pressure of her groin on his thigh. His tongue played with hers, and she rubbed against his leg. Her belly warmed; her nipples firmed. She felt lovely, though there was no danger of the desire spiraling out of control. They stopped saying good night, however, long before it was morrow. It was, indeed, well before her eleven-o'clock curfew that he drove home. Now how would he do his other homework and still have time for this? Well, he could do the calculus tonight.	4
99,540	Once a Knight	Holding his hands, Lady Angharad preceded Lord Lincoln deep into the camp site until they reached the striped white and sapphire Tudor pavilion that he often called home during the two-week-long medieval camping events that he attended in the summertime. She moved in ahead of him, casting one of her trademark mischievous grins over her shoulder, beckoning him to follow. Now here was something new! Lincoln had always enjoyed flirting with this sexy redhead, but they hadn't ever taken it further than harmless banter, so he was quite anxious to know just how far this was going. He ducked beneath the tent's entryway as Angharad reached up and tied the flaps closed, then turned away to apply flame to a pair of hanging oil lanterns. "There," she stated, "That's better. It's much quieter in here than it is out there, is it not?" Lincoln nodded, but before he could compose a coherent reply, Angharad moved into his arms, pressing her firm young breasts against his chest. Her forest green gown swayed in the lamplight as she brushed her lips across his own, then fell to her knees on warm furs strewn on the straw-covered floor. "Um, I believe we ought not do this," declared Lincoln unwillingly. It was just his honor speaking, although his body was telling his honor to shut the fuck up and play along, "What would Syr Gabriella think?" "Well," Angharad answered with a wicked smirk, "In all likelihood, she'd tell you that you truly ought to get laid more often... to calm you, of course. I heard her say those actual words this very day. I do believe it was whilst you, milord, were making ready to rush into battle, and you had been rattling round the encampment like a barnyard fowl with its head removed." "Said she so indeed?" Lincoln laughed, "Have you taken it upon yourself, then, to see to it that those orders are obeyed?" Saying nothing, Angharad slowly ran her hands up along his naked calves until she'd reached the lower edge of his great kilt. The traditional garb of the Scottish Highlander, the belted plaid, or breacan feile, was no more or less than an overlarge tartan blanket that was pleated round the waist and secured with a belt. Extra fabric was thrown over the shoulder, borne in place by a stout metal brooch, then most usually ignored. "So what DO you wear under this thing anyway?" grinned Angharad as she slipped her hands beneath the kilt and teasingly ran them up his thighs. "Me mum once said that a proper lady wouldn't ask," he replied, then added quietly, "She was right, God bless her." "Hey, I heard that, y'know," smirked the russet-haired lass as she playfully feigned indignation. She pushed him backward towards the straw pallet covering his oak-timbered rope bed, "Why don't we see just what sort of proper lady I really am, shall we?" Lincoln didn't bother to reply as she flipped his kilt up around his waist and planted a tiny kiss on the tip of his hard cock. Her open-fronted forest green twill skirt gently swept her calves as she slowly started to circle one of the pavilion center poles, undulating in a rhythm with the middle eastern drums they could hear beating throughout the encampment. Raising one arm over her head, Angharad moved her back against the pole, bending her knees to slide downwards like an exotic dancer. The drumming was joined by the skirling of pipes, along with some variety of stringed instrument in the background, as she untied the silken laces of her bodice, shrugging her shoulders so bodice and skirt fell upon the floor as one. Turning her back to him, Angharad grasped the fabric of her embroidered chemise at her hips and, gathering it in her hands by inches at a time, lifted the hemline until it was over her hips. Angharad looked back over her shoulder with her russet locks cascading over her face, winking wickedly as she reached beneath the lightweight garment and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of a pair of linen bloomer shorts. They were just a little too scantily styled to be historically accurate, but Lincoln certainly wasn't complaining. Keeping her legs straight with feet together, she bent from the waist, purposely framing a very spankable ass within the folds of her chemise. She knew that she had just given the braw Scotsman a glimpse of her eagerly waiting slit, as planned, hiding it again as she stood upright letting the hem of the undergown fall back to the floor. Clad only in a soft linen chemise, Angharad prowled across the floor and stretched out full length on the pallet mattress of the rope bed, then waited to see what Lincoln would do next. Taking his cue, Lincoln stood over her as he unclasped the brass penannular brooch that kept his plaid pinned to his shoulder, then loosed the light chain that held his sporran, casting it to one side. He unbuckled the wide red leather belt that was the only thing allowing the tartan blanket to resist the pull of gravity. The plaid fell upon the floor in a shapeless heap, leaving him clad in just a thigh-length shirt and his boots. Slipping the lower hem of her chemise smoothly up over her silky calves, Lincoln laid a trail of kisses from her ankles to her knees. His lips followed the garment as he lightly raised the sensuous ivory-colored fabric still higher till it was gathered round her thighs. His heart was pounding like a war drum, he was waiting for Angharad to make him stop at any moment, but she did nothing of the sort. The soft fabric slipped up around her slender waist as she lifted her hips, allowing his trail of slow, hot kisses to arrive at the juncture of her thighs. Lincoln paused for an instant, to gaze in appreciation upon an unexpected treasure that he found. Apparently her calves weren't the only part of her body that Lady Angharad kept silky smooth. "See something you like?" she whispered with a grin. Letting action speak louder than words, Lincoln gently parted her thighs, and began planting kisses all over her soft little pussy. Angharad let out a hushed groan of happiness, as Lincoln's tongue began to explore her slit, making her dripping wet. She crossed her ankles around his shoulders, spreading her legs just a little wider to allow him greater access, beginning to writhe with pleasure as his lips danced over her slit. "Oh god, yeah," she moaned, "Just like that." Angharad felt her breathing grow ragged and heavy as a pulsing heat spread throughout her body. She slid her hands beneath her chemise to gently squeeze and caress her tits, gasping in ecstasy as Lincoln lightly parted her pussy lips to flick his tongue over her clit. Her stiff little button pulsated with delight, as her slim hips writhed lustily. "Not yet, baby," she begged, "Slow down... Ungh... God damn, I think I'm gonna... Mmm... I'm gonna..." Angharad felt her body let go, thrashing in ecstasy as Lincoln gently suckled at her clit, sending wave after wave of explosive color surging through her body. She squeezed her tits a little harder, prolonging the heat that was overwhelming her. "Oh baby... Mmm..."I'm coming," she whimpered, "Fuck yeah, just like that... Ungh, ungh, ungh!" As her body began to relax, Angharad savored the scent of her orgasm, bucking her hips lightly in reaction as Lincoln's tongue teased her oversensitive clit. After taking a moment to recover, she sat up and tangled her fingers lightly in the long wavy brown locks that fell over Lincoln's shoulders, and gently pulled him up until he faced her. "Okay," she whispered, "That was fucking incredible!" "Wonderful," Lincoln grinned, "Glad you enjoyed it." "Oh, I did," she replied, "But now it's my turn." She reached up to remove his shirt. The fine tunic was a cobalt blue through the body, with a puffed roll of white over each shoulder. It had white vambraces laced up over the forearms, and there was a matching ruffled jabot tied at the throat. Both the vambraces and jabot were trimmed in a silver braid, with a row of sapphire stones encircling each wrist, and a wrought silver and sapphire pendant hung from the throat. Deftly unpinning the sapphire pendant, she unlaced the vambraces, and pulled the tunic over his head and cast it to the floor. With a playful shove, she pressed him back onto the bed, then pulled away his leather boots and dropped them upon the straw as well. Kneeling upon the stuffed mattress beside his hips, Angharad leaned towards him, gently pressing her soft lips against his own, teasing him with the tip of her tongue. Lincoln reached up with one hand, tangling his fingers through her own russet locks, as he drew her closer to him with the other. Her soft breasts flattened up against his chest, as the shared warmth of their bodies spread through her embroidered chemise in hot waves. He heard her groan softly, as she hiked her chemise up round her hips and moved the weight of her body toward him, throwing an ivory thigh over his hips and taking his shaft in her hand. He gritted his teeth, trying to avoid moaning aloud as she placed the head of his cock against her wet slit. An instant later she settled her weight upon him, and her pink pussy lips spread around his cock, as she slid down his length until he bottomed out deep inside her velvet heat. His own struggles for silence were rendered pointless when Angharad groaned loudly, clearly audible to any passerby outside of the pavilion's canvas walls. She idly hoped there was nobody around to overhear her cries, but in truth, she honestly didn't care. She had observed the braw Scotsman from afar since his pledge to Syr Gabriella a month and a half before, barely one week after her seventeenth birthday, and although Lord Lincoln was nigh six years older than her, she'd spent the last six weeks awaiting this moment. She had once heard it remarked that a woman knew within ten minutes of meeting a man for the first time whether or not she was eventually going to sleep with him; she had made a decision within thirty seconds. Wanting more contact, Angharad impatiently tore at her linen chemise, tugging it over her head and baring her soft young breasts to Lincoln's touch. Rocking herself up and down on her knees, she whimpered with pleasure as he caressed them teasingly with the softest touches of the tips of his fingers, lightly circling her nipples with his thumbs. Her lean hips rose and fell in primal abandon as she slid her dripping slit up and down over Lincoln's thick stiffness, wildly fucking herself with his hard cock. Groaning in ecstasy, she held her breasts, squeezing them as Lincoln slid his hands down to encircle her slender waist. Her clit ground hotly against him, throbbing at every contact, each time she thrust her silky smooth pussy down upon him. She began to moan, another orgasm looming closer with every instant. Lincoln pulled her close, so that her breasts were slipping up and down over his chest with every motion. "That's it, baby," he whispered in her ear, "Just like that. You're almost there, aren't you?" "Mmm-hmm," she whimpered, "Oh god, it feels so good!" "Oh yeah, don't stop," he encouraged her, cupping her naked ass as it rose and fell over his hips, "You want it, don't you, baby?" "Oh fuck, yeah," she groaned quietly, "You know I want it, I wanna cum so bad, baby." "Do it, baby," Lincoln told her, "Cum for me." Angharad plunged downwards once more, ramming his hard cock in deep as her pussy began to spasm. "I'm coming," she wailed, "Ungh... Oh shit, baby, I'm coming. Mmm... Mmm... Ooooh! Oh yeah!" Angharad let herself come apart completely, convulsing uncontrollably as she ground her slit down on his hard shaft. Vivid undulations of color exploded throughout her body and brightly hued lights burst forth in her head. She squeezed her breasts, loving it rough while she was coming, and felt the sensations slowly drift away from her once more. Feeling her pussy hotly pulsating around his hard cock was more than Lincoln could withstand. He felt himself drawing closer to his own release, but realized barely in time that there was going to be trouble. Angharad still languidly stroked her slick pussy up and down on his hard cock, and he struggled against the inevitable as he tried to explain. "Uh, baby, stop a second," he begged, "Please you have to... ungh fuck... I'm not wearing a condom." Angharad grinned wickedly, tightening her pussy around his stiff cock to tease him. She could see in his eyes that such teasing couldn't last very long, however, so she offered a wordless solution. Lifting herself off of him, she slowly moved down over his body until she was kneeling between his thighs. An instant slipped by as she smiled mischievously, then dipped her head down to take his hardness into her hot wet mouth. Lincoln groaned as he felt her tongue slide down over his shaft, and she began to bob her head up and down upon his stiff cock with aching slowness. She seemed to know when enough was enough, however, as she stopped each time he was within moments of release. In this way she held his pleasure at bay for just another minute or two, until she was ready. Glancing up to make sure he was watching, Angharad let her head tilt back and slipped his raging cock all the way down her throat. Lincoln gasped, feeling his shaft sliding deeper and deeper into her mouth until her hot moist lips were pressed tight against the very root of his cock. There was no way he could endure it. "Oh god baby, here it comes," he warned, expecting her to move before it was too late but she didn't. Moments later he grunted, tangling his fingers in her hair as he fired spurts of hot cum into her mouth. Moving only enough to allow herself room to swallow, Angharad gave an impatient moan as she let Lincoln's salty sweet cum trickle down her throat, without spilling a drop. Releasing his dwindling shaft from her mouth, Angharad crawled up alongside of him, and fell into his arms in an exhausted, though sated heap. "Now that," she exclaimed dreamily, "Is what I call an exquisite celebration!" Laughing softly, Lincoln agreed. Although he was still befuddled to some degree, he tried to recall just what they'd been celebrating in the first place... - X - X - X - ... Battles raged around him, and his ears were filled with the clashing of arms and the cries of men... many of whom were oddly laughing while, and even after, the stout blows that felled them were struck. Lord Lincoln Mac Galbraith of Blakeshire Wood stood in the last rank, with a sturdy recurved bow in hand, and launched padded arrows against the broad enemy shield wall that barred their way. He was jostled by the butt end of a longspear, carried by one of his own comrades in arms, which spoiled his aim. Fortunately, a warrior wielding a pole axe zigged when he should have zagged and stepped right into the shot, so that arrow had not gone to waste although it had missed the target he had intended. He had but one final shaft left, though, and he had to make it count. There, in the second rank, behind a protective wall of shield bearing fighters, was the enemy commander. His silvery helm gleamed in the noonday sun, as if begging to be targeted, and many enemy warriors rallied around a silk standard decorated with the very same white and gold design as his surcoat. Lincoln warily nocked his final arrow, and in one smooth movement, drew back the bow and loosed, threading the needle as the blunt head of the arrow flew in between the commander's upraised shield and that of the man on his right. The commander of the enemy force snapped his head back with surprise as the padded arrow struck square on the face grill of his steel helm. He looked across the line to catch Lincoln's eye, then raised his weapon in salute and fell to the ground. He wasn't actually harmed, of course, just acknowledging the hit honorably by playing the part of still another casualty. Lincoln gave a snarl of glee, then slung his bow over one shoulder, drew his molded rubber axe from the worn leather sling over the other, and waded into that chaotic fray... taking all of two steps before he was felled by a hairy barbarian with a war hammer. Later that night, while sitting around the fire within the encampment of his knight, Lincoln entertained his sword brothers with a song of a Norseman who found his way at last to the halls of Valhalla. As he sang, amid the evening quiet, broken only by the sound of revelry from neighboring camps, he kept time by slapping the end of his belt gently against his open palm. The belt was red leather, and upon its tip was a small enameled shield bearing the arms of his knight. He had pledged his service to the lovely Syr Gabriella Valentina, Contessa del Giardino Bella, only six weeks earlier. For as long as she deemed him worthy of her household, and in need of her training, he would serve as her squire. He would carry and maintain her weapons and armor, as well as his own, and he would wait upon her and attend her needs at court.She, in return, had pledged to train him in the ways of knighthood; in the art of combat, deeds of arms, and court etiquette. At such time as she deemed him fit, she would petition her peers in the chivalric Order of the Golden Hart to invite him into their ranks. That day, however, would not be anytime soon, and Lincoln was quite content for the duration to serve alongside his two other brothers and sisters in arms as Syr Gabriella's squires. Just as he finished his ballad, Lincoln noticed that a shadow had moved between himself and the campfire. He looked up to see a knight, in his surcoat of white and gold, gazing sternly down at him. "You are he," asked that knight, "who felled me during the battle this day?" Lincoln remained silent for a moment. Some knights had a dislike for archers, whom they claimed fired their weapons from afar, only to yield without taking a blow if their opponent was within melee range. Some knights contended that there was a lack of honor in this, and berated archers for failing to lay themselves in harm's way like true warriors. Glancing over at Syr Gabriella, Lincoln could see that she was awaiting his response, with one eyebrow raised expectantly. Honor, both hers and his own, demanded he speak and answer true. "You say rightly," he said, rising to his feet, "It was indeed I, sir knight." The knight simply reached up to grasp his forearm in a warrior's handshake. "A fine shot that was, young man," he said with a wide grin, "And your knight must surely be pleased that her squire has attained such skills, with sword or bow." "He fares better in the list," Syr Gabriella said with a smile, "His skill with sword or axe serves him much better when there is only one opponent to keep account of. In open battle, he is often struck by one opponent while charging after another." "As is so often the case," the knight agreed, "In time you will learn to be broader of vision during the heat of battle. Until that day, your bow shall serve your kingdom just as well. Know me then as Sir Edmund de la Claire, and know too that at the behest of your knight I have been watching your performance, both on and off the field, even before this day. Skill at arms can be learned in the course of time, but only heart can make a man who he is, and heart cannot be learned. If ever you should need a strong arm to lend support when your own knight is unavailable, you may freely summon House de la Claire at any time." Sir Edmund wheeled around on his heel and strode away without speaking another word. Lincoln heard a buzzing in the air, or perhaps merely within his own head, and he fell back to his seat with a thump. He was grinning like an idiot, so much so that he scarcely heard the congratulations of his squire brothers. Sir Edmund was one of the knights that was oft heard spoken of around campfires with tones of awe, and to receive such words of encouragement from such as he was almost as good as being knighted yourself. "Come, milord," whispered a voice in his ear, "This is cause for celebration." Rather shocked, he looked up into the laughing eyes of Lady Angharad O'Shaughnessy of Kilkenny. Syr Gabriella had but one female vassal; she had been squired to her much longer than Lincoln had, even before the Contessa had taken her place in the order of chivalry to begin with. Three years had gone by since then, and although young Angharad had been only fourteen at the time, she had blossomed nicely as time went by...Taking his moans for encouragement, Sokhatai then slid her finger gently into the knight's tight ass, stroking his prostate with her left hand and his hard, pulsating cock with her right. Slipping her slick, wet fingertip back and forth in his ass, with her raven-haired locks matted with the sweltering heat of their congress, the baroness wrapped the palm of her hand around the plum-dark head of his shaft, grasping it gently as she felt his hips begin to buck upon the bed. The double sensations of Sokhatai stroking the head of his shaft and fondling his prostate simultaneously was more than Edmund could stand. With a low growl, he let himself go, pulsing hot jets of sticky white cum into her hand until the baroness felt it trickling out from between her fingers. The hot cum clinging to her hands was enough to send her following Edmund. "Ungh, fuck, yeah," she groaned. Without being touched at all, she felt waves of dizziness as a mind-bending orgasm ripped from her head to her feet, her toes even curling in the furs of the bed as hot, raging eruptions of electric color ripped through her. A short time afterward, when they had both calmed down somewhat, Sokhatai gave a devilish little giggle while she looked for something to clean up the mess. Taking time to gather up their clothing, they got dressed and went outside. Sir Edmund walked into the firelight in time to hear muffled snickers and catch a small number of coins changing hands. "What's this now?" he challenged. "Nothing at all, milord," one of the men-at-arms about the campfire replied, "Merely a friendly wager amongst comrades." "What kind of wager?" "Well... keeping score, milord. You see we... by which I mean they, questioned how long, uh..." Sokhatai walked up behind the knight to whisper softly in his ear. Flushing many shades of red, Edmund glared around the encampment. "You lot," he growled, sitting by the fire, "Are all a bunch of incorrigible scoundrels." The baroness came over and sat on his lap, handing him a tankard of mead as she smirked saucily at the troops of their household. "Don't fret, milord," she remarked, "Regardless of any wager made by such devils, remember that this night it was you who scored..." ... Lincoln gazed down upon the sated Lady by his side just as she opened her mouth in a jaw-cracking yawn. "Oh, that was attractive," she giggled, "How about you just pretend you didn't see that, alright?" "See what?" "Good boy," she said, then she slithered up out of bed and began to gather her clothing, "Now get up and come with me. I've got a surprise for you." "I don't know," Lincoln smirked, "After the unexpected performance in here a little while ago, I believe I'm pretty damned surprised as it is, assuming that counts for anything. Not that I'm complaining, mind." "You are such a man," Angharad grinned, "But seriously though, you gotta come with me." Rolling out off the pallet mattress, Lincoln collected his own clothing and began to get dressed. There was a bonus midnight battle scheduled to commence in just an hour, so leaving all of his jeweled finery behind, he donned instead a pair of quilted blue hose, trimmed in white, that he laced onto the drawstring of his wholly anachronistic tartan print shorts. Over this he pulled a matching thigh-length quilted coat with its upright quilted collar and sleeves that extended out to enwrap the backs of his hands. The long coat laced up in the front, and it was called a gambeson. Collectively, the items served as padding under the entire suit of chain maille that covered him from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head. Over these padded undergarments, Lincoln donned a pair of maille chausses. Resembling nothing as much as hip-length stockings, the chausses were built of thousands of interlocked and welded titanium rings, each one of them smaller than a dime. The chain link leggings were pointed to leather tabs on the interior of his padded gambeson, and they were joined by a thigh-length shirt of maille also known as a hauberk. Greaves and vambraces of leather, reinforced with thin splints of hardened steel, protected his forearms and shins over the maille pieces, with jointed poleyns and couters to guard his knees and elbows. He wore a vest of leather, lined with overlapping metal bands, called a coat of plates, with articulated steel spaulders to protect his shoulders. The coat included a high collar of leather reinforced with a steel band to protect his throat. Over all this, Lincoln donned his belted plaid and sporran around his waist over a blue surcoat that had been emblazoned with the two-headed falcon and the three Scottish thistles that together made up his coat of arms. He tucked his helmet under his arm, a coal-grey powder-coated helm, designed to resemble a fourteenth-century chapel de fer, with a shoulder-length coiffe of welded maille hanging from the brow to conceal those sections which had been varied away from historical accuracy in favor of safety. A pair of steel-plated gloves, called gauntlets, completed the ensemble; these he carried in his upended helm. His shield and weapons he would send one of Syr Gabriella's men-at-arms back to retrieve a little later, after the safety marshals had officially announced the call to arms. When they'd deemed one another decent enough to appear before the public, Angharad took his hand, leading him from the pavilion and toward the market square. Out in the 'plaza' had been raised a great array of tents and shelters, each housing merchants of every variety and sort. Armorers, leather workers and metal smiths; food vendors, bowyers and fletchers, all shared space round the square. Making him close his eyes, Angharad led him across the square to an old covered wagon before she allowed him to look. A long table had been hastily set up in front of the wagon, and a shimmering exhibition was laid out on its rough wooden surface. The display of jewelry was like nothing he'd ever seen before. Although these trinkets, and their crafter as well, if he were honest, seemed somewhat eccentric and strange, he was drawn by their wonder. Looking down at all of the different pieces, Angharad instantly picked out the items she wanted. A matched couplet of Celtic torcs in twisted gold, with large amethyst stones that were set into the filigree at either end. The eerie old Gypsy merchant looked at Angharad as she picked up one of the torcs to examine the stones more closely. Tracing a finger across the gem, she could not help but notice the macabre chill that suddenly filled the air. There was something strange about this object, but she liked it. "I would like to buy these beautiful pieces," Angharad stated, placing her new treasures down on the table. "Ah, young lass," said the old gypsy, "Just leave thee thy coins, and I will take care of all. Thou should be thyself prepared, though, for all that may appear upon their donning." Angharad and Lincoln walked away from the old lady, as she swept up the coins with gnarled hands and vanished into the wagon, casting a last look over her shoulder at them, as if they both had faces that seemed vaguely remembered from a forgotten past. "What a crazy old lady," she said with a grin, "But we got these for such a steal." "Who is she?" Lincoln asked. "I don't really know," replied the young, russet-haired girl with a grin, "But Syr Gabriella bought a necklace from her two years ago, and she says it led her to her heart's desire." A faux stone fountain, powered by a cleverly disguised pump and battery, had been set up in the center of the square. Angharad led him over to it, and they both sat on the rough-hewn benches that surrounded it. Using the water as a mirror, Angharad slipped the torc upon her neck, and bid Lincoln to don his as well. The effect seemed ideal, complementing both her beauty and his rugged virility. She delighted in their reflection as it shimmered in the water, but suddenly the water began to ripple. The air around them turned smoky and grey. Then without warning, came a dazzling flash that seemed bright enough to have outshone even the midday sun, illuminating the practice fields for the briefest instant. A rumbling like thunder that belied the clear night sky was overtaken by a horrific crash, and then the world faded to black... ... A thunderous eruption came out of nowhere, hurling them to the ground. Feeling a large knot upon the back of his head, Lincoln struggled to open one eye. Where was he? This was not the tournament grounds, and they were clearly NOT in Kansas anymore. The torcs they had both been wearing no longer adorned their necks. Without a moment's warning, the ground shook violently, vibrating to the rhythmic gallop of two magnificent horses. Upon them rode two wrathful men dressed in chain maille and sporting upon their surcoats arms that neither of them had ever seen before. "Witchcraft," one of the men proclaimed, "Capture them at once." "Yes, milord," said the other, hurling himself off the horse toward them. There could be but one response. "Run," Angharad screamed. "Good idea," Lincoln quickly agreed. Taking her by the hand, he steered her firmly towards the nearest copse of trees, then stood his ground, between her and their unidentified attackers. The man who had gotten off his horse rushed at Lincoln while the other wheeled his mount around them to chase the Lady Angharad. She reached the trees just as the early morning sun blazed up over the horizon, blurring her vision, then she realized that Lincoln wasn't with her. Cursing him for an over-courageous fool, she kept pressing her way through the dense undergrowth within the thicket, which rather proved to be a hindrance to flight. The horse of her nameless pursuer was hindered still further, though, and she had soon left the rider behind.As she hid amongst the trees, she could hear the man heaping obscenities upon the brush, though his thrashing quickly moved away as he searched for her in the wrong direction. Inching through the brush, trying both to flee pursuit and find a way back to the dark-haired Scot, to learn what fate had befallen him, Angharad realized that she had turned herself around sometime during her panicked flight through the undergrowth. She no longer knew how to find her way out of these trees. Lincoln once told her how much time he had spent camping and hiking as a boy, so he at least had a background in woodcraft, but it was a background that she did not share. Aside from the safe and structured camping of the Kansas Medieval Association, she had never spent very much time in the outdoors. She would have much preferred to wait for Lord Lincoln to find her, but in truth, she had no means of knowing if he was in any condition to come looking. She even tried to follow her own back trail out the way she had come, but she quickly lost track of it. She remembered that the rising sun had shone in her face as she was entering the tree line, so she figured that she should be able to discover a way out if she kept the sun shining on her back -- that is, if she could find the sun. These trees were even thicker above than the brush was below, and they largely hid the sun, but she could see its general direction from the fall of the shadows, and that was enough to give her some idea of the right way to steer. She set off, grinning proudly that she had recalled even a little of what Lincoln had thought to teach her, then she promptly stumbled over a hidden root and went quietly sprawling in a bed of dried pine needles. Nothing was harmed save her pride, but as she stood to her feet, she realized that the root had probably saved her from a fall of a much more serious nature. She had been so busy looking upwards to keep track of the sun-cast shadows that she had failed to note the sudden drop in the path. After tumbling down an abrupt but shallow embankment, she would likely have wound up in the drink, probably ending in the small pool at the bottom. As she glanced down at the water, though, Angharad was surprised to discover that the pleasant glade, and the pool within, were already occupied. A water sprite of about thirty-five summers was frolicking in the waters of the small pond, oblivious to her presence. She wore her hair, so blonde that it was almost white, plaited down past her thighs, and her clothing had been folded neatly and placed upon the rocks a short way back from the water's edge. She soon began to bathe herself, thus sending currents of glistening water cascading down on her naked body. As the long braided hair swept back and forth over her ass, the young Irish lass caught an occasional glimpse of an intriguing tattoo displayed on the woman's lower back. Nigh as large as her splayed hand, there was an ashen greenish-blue circle surmounted by a mottled red star outlined in black. Overall, in truth, it appeared rather like an unusually patterned pentagram. With the lowermost edge of the circle just barely hovering over the cleft of her ass, it was actually kind of sexy. Angharad had never found herself sexually attracted to another woman before now, but watching as this elegant specimen was gracefully bathing was beginning to make an unforeseen impression upon her. The lithesome woman reached one hand upwards to leisurely unbind her long hair, letting it fan out around her in silky plumes as she laid back in the water. Without even a token look around to ensure that she was unseen, the woman began to slowly caress her body, letting the cool waters and the warm sunlight play conflicting sensations over her excited skin. Some part of her being knew that it was wrong to watch this woman in so private a moment, but Angharad was no more able to tear herself away than she was capable of denying herself breath. The svelte blonde slid a hand down over her tits, caressing her stiff nipples as the cool water hardened them, then slipped her hand still lower until she reached the juncture of her thighs. An endless moment later, her fingers brushed down through the pale thatch of curls over her mound as she touched her velvety soft pussy. Oblivious to her environment, the woman failed to hear the soft rustling in the shrubbery which signaled the approach of another. From her place of concealment, an originally unnoticed trail became visible to Angharad when she checked out this new arrival. Stifling a gasp of surprise, she was quite taken aback to find, riding into the glade, the very man who had pursued her. "It is almost time to leave, Duchess Lucinda," the man called deferentially, "Now that the sun has risen, we must be away from these lands ere Sir Tyrus dispatches his morning patrols." Sir Tyrus? Angharad was shocked anew. "It will be time for us to leave, Pasquale, when I say it is time to leave," the woman said, with her fingers still idly caressing her pussy, completely unconcerned about the man's presence, "Now begone!" "Yes, your Grace," Pasquale said, reining his stallion back through the trees, and leaving Lucinda alone once more. Unfazed by the interruption, the duchess continued the slow tracing of her pussy beneath the still waters of the pool. She reached up with a free hand and returned to caressing her alabaster white tits, squeezing them roughly as she slipped a finger between her pussy lips to search for her own wetness. She circled the tips of two fingers slowly around the satiny slick opening of her inner sex, plunging them abruptly into her waiting slit. Lucinda was not known for her patience; anything she wanted, she wanted now! Angharad watched soundlessly as the svelte lady pumped her two fingers quickly in and out of her pussy. There was no gentleness, no intimacy, in the act. As far as the Irish lass could tell, Lucinda was attempting only to get herself off, just as quickly and efficiently as possible. Forsaking her tits, the duchess slipped her other hand down between her legs, stroking her pulsing clit and driving herself ever closer to orgasm. Opening her ivory thighs wider, the duchess pumped her burning slit furiously with her fingers, stroking her clit violently as she pushed herself closer and closer to the edge. Angharad watched as Lucinda slipped one hand away from her pussy, reaching beneath herself and pushing a slender finger in her tight little ass. This caused the duchess to moan out loud, biting her lip to silence her cries. Still beating the tip of her finger over her clit, she slid a delicate finger of her other hand in and out of her asshole. "Ungh, yes," she groaned quietly, "Mmm!" Angharad looked on, with her own little pussy starting to drip, impatiently waiting while the duchess wildly tried to make herself cum. There was an awful sense of enthrallment as she spied on this genuine highborn and aristocratic lady, silently begging her to climax. As if Lucinda were able to hear her soundless pleading from the pool beneath, she arched her back, the waters splashing around her as her body began to spasm. There was an awful moment when Angharad was certain that she had been discovered, as the ivory duchess locked her gaze upon her, but it lasted only for an instant with no reaction forthcoming, so Angharad convinced herself that Lucinda had been staring unfocused into space, no more conscious of this unseen observer than of her own name at that moment. Even throughout the depth of passion, Lucinda kept her teeth tightly gritted together, making almost no sound that would betray a moment of honest bliss. An instant later, when she had regained control of herself, her mask was back in its place, all control and efficiency once more. She got to her feet and, stepping up out of the pool of cool water, picked up her clothes to begin getting dressed... ... Lord Lincoln, meanwhile, had dropped gauntlets and helm as the thunder threw him from his feet, but faced now a varlet in chain mail who was wielding a wicked-looking sword. These weapons were no mockups of rubber and plastic such as he was used to facing, but honest steel in their stead. He did have his doubts about the skill of the man wielding the weapon, though. Swinging wildly at the Scotsman as he came, this thuggish knave charged toward Lincoln like a maddened linebacker. Grasping his opponent's wrist as he came into range, he ducked under the flailing blade, and stuck a foot into his adversary's path of travel. The large man sprawled in the turf but quickly rolled to his feet, spitting out mud with a caustic oath. As he squared off against the man once more, Lincoln realized that he was now in between the man and his horse. Lashed onto the animal's saddle was a weapon he was much more familiar with. Backing away from the man as he spat out a final piece of offending slime, Lincoln withdrew the utilitarian axe from its position. The axe was a wood-cutting tool instead of a weapon of war, but he was well aware that beggars could not be choosers. The now filthy warrior charged him once again, with the sword grasped in both hands over his head, clearly intending that Lincoln be cleft from brain to ballocks, but he was in for a rude awakening. Leaning to his left, he felt the sword's edge glance to one side as it struck his metal spaulder, and again as its point failed to penetrate his coat of plates. His attacker made one more vicious swing, aiming this time for Lincoln's unarmored head, but the Scotsman decided that the contest had gone on long enough. Deftly slapping the sword's blade away with the haft of the axe, Lincoln whirled round and roughly backhanded the man across the lower jaw with the flat of the cold iron axe head.Foul teeth flew to the ground, and the heavily set man crashed into the turf once more like a fallen redwood, and this time lay still. Lincoln considered discarding the wood axe in favor of the fallen sword, but closer examination showed it to be pitted with rust and almost as dull as the man who had carried it. Threading the axe's handle through his belt, he retrieved his helm and gauntlets and set off toward the thicket of wood to find the Lady Angharad and learn what awful fate had befallen her. He'd meant that both men should attack him, seeing an armored man as the greater threat, leaving her free to escape, but the mounted soldier had merely left the footman to attend to him and chased her instead. He crept silently into the underbrush, discovering the disturbed growth where the rider had become snarled in the brambles, but he saw also a clear trail as the man had ridden away, abandoning his quarry rather than his horse. This meant that the man was either lurking yet about the neighborhood or, more likely, had ridden off to marshal reinforcements. But where had Lady Angharad gotten to... ... Angharad decided to wait a few more moments before moving, so as to avoid being discovered anew. Even now her heart was pounding in fear of further pursuit. "Here you are," whispered the voice in her ear, nearly making her jump out of her own skin, "Come on, we gotta get out of here." "Lincoln!" she hissed, "Damn it, you scared me half to death. Don't sneak up on me like that." "I was not sneaking," the Scotsman answered, "You just weren't paying attention, or you most assuredly would have heard my approach. What held you so spellbound in any case?" "It was nothing," Angharad replied, blushing furiously as Lincoln tried to look over her shoulder. "Why, Angharad," he grinned when he caught sight of the still half-naked duchess, "You are a peeping tom." "Shut up," she said, slugging him in the arm as he led her from the pool, "Besides, you're just jealous 'cause you didn't see her first." Once they had exited the forest, Angharad set her back to the early morning sun, walking purposefully towards the west as he bombarded her with questions. "Where exactly are you going?" Lincoln inquired, "Slow down just a second. Do you even know where we are? How can you get where you're going if you don't know where you are? Don't ignore me, Angharad, it's rude." "I don't KNOW where we are," she replied, still moving away from the sun, "but I think I've got a pretty good idea. If I'm right, we ought to find a fortified manor house somewhere over in this direction." "How can you possibly know that?" "Less talking, more walking," Angharad answered, "Just trust me, and I'll explain everything later." Lincoln opened his mouth to voice another protest, but slammed it shut again as they turned a bend and looked down into a vale below. The breadth of the valley had been cleared of every tree and shrub, leaving no cover for anybody who approached the structure on the island within a small lake nestled in the valley. The russet stones of the manor house gleamed like blood under the early morning sunlight, and Angharad felt a moment of childlike delight as she beheld for the first time in life what she had seen before only through the eyes of another. Blakeshire Keep was just as Lady Angharad had pictured in her mind, save that Syr Gabriella's description had not done it justice. The red stone wall rose to thrice the height of a tall man, and men patrolled the walls upon the rampart. Smoke from a few small fires rose on the crisply clean air, and the sound of small children at play could be heard from within the russet walls as they walked over a stone causeway which approached the gate of the outer barbican. The barbican was a sort of mini keep, itself built on the shore of a second, smaller island that rose from the water between the first and the beach, and at the foot of a road that wound upward to the summit of the lesser isle. From there, a stone bridge spanned a gap of roughly thirty feet separating the two, leading to a gatehouse that extended from the keep's outer curtain wall. Looking across at the larger island, Lincoln could see the keep itself, standing four stories high, of carved stone that matched the walls, with towers that loomed over those three corners of the courtyard not occupied by the fortified citadel. Upon reaching the drawbridge and iron portcullis that guarded the entry, they both waved to catch the attention of the soldiers stationed on the rampart above them. "Halt," one yelled, "Who goes there?" "I bear tidings," Angharad called back, "Solely to the ears of Sir Tyrus himself." "You know these people?" Lincoln hissed, "How?" "The Lord Blakeshire is not in residence," replied the guardsman, "He is away on the King's business." "Nonsense," Angharad scoffed, pointing up at an ensign that flapped over the barbican tower, bearing a white gryphon on a field of red and black, "His banner flies thus, and it would not be so were he away. Admit us at once, sirrah! Else summon Sir Tyrus at least so that we may address him directly." Another few moments passed them by whilst they awaited the guardsman's answer. Lincoln took full advantage of those moments to interrogate his friend. "Did he say Lord Blakeshire?" he asked, "But that's MY name, or at least the one I use in the KMA. That can't be a coincidence, can it?" "How came you by the name?" Angharad asked simply. "I took it after I was squired," he replied, "I hadn't decided on a name to use, other than just Lincoln, and Syr Gabriella suggested that one." "Indeed; so how then do you suppose SHE came by it?" Lincoln did not get the chance to answer. Just at that moment, Sir Tyrus himself appeared. Even from this low point of view, Lincoln could see that the knight was a stoutly built man, standing somewhat over six feet in height with the arms and shoulders of a man accustomed to labor. He wore a shirt of gilded mail as his only armor in his own home, with his black and red surcoat belted over it, and his shoulder-length chestnut blond hair blew in the wind. Lincoln hadn't seen him walking over the bridge from the keep, so he must already have been within the barbican, mayhap himself only recently arrived or making ready to depart. "Speak, outlander," he called. "As I told your guards, milord," Angharad replied, "We are come to bear you tidings of the Lady Syr Gabriella Valentina, Contessa del Giardino Bella." "You must be mistaken," the knight stated with a shake of his head, "I know no such noble." "With respect, your lordship," Angharad differed, "You do, but you knew her as Lady Jacklyn of Kansas." What happened next took Lincoln by surprise. Sir Tyrus staggered back as if poleaxed, and his features turned ghostly white as the blood drained from his face. "Open the portcullis," he bellowed, shoving the guards to the side to work the winch himself when they moved too slowly for his liking. As that heavy iron gate was raised fully upward, he charged down the parapet steps to stand before Angharad. "Where is she?" he pleaded, "Is she near?" "Alas, your lordship," the Irish lass answered, "I fear that she is not. She has searched heroically these two years gone, trying to find a way to return to you, but until this very day, none have been able to find the way. Even we have come here by accident, unknowing the powers of the same gypsy woman that she knew." Sir Tyrus fell upon his knees, choking back frustrated cries of grief, unbecoming one of his station. Only a few moments later, though, he had composed himself and gotten back to his feet to guide them both through the barbican. Therein, he mounted a fine bay stallion that stood saddled, giving some credence to Lincoln's idea that the nobleman had been making ready to leave. Upon mounting his horse, however, he turned back toward the bridge and led them both back to the keep, holding his horse to their pace. After bidding his servants to bring food and drink for his guests, they were led up the staircase to separate chambers where they could refresh themselves. "Please make yourselves at home," the knight said, "As soon as you are rested, we will speak further. I regret that I must leave you for the moment, there are other matters to which I must attend, but I have charged the servants to see to your every need. This lass is Helga, and she will..." Tyrus turned around to gesture to his servant, but she was nowhere to be seen. Angharad, though, perked up at the sound of the servant's name. Even though they had never been introduced, she'd heard much concerning the lovely blonde Helga. "Helga!" he bellowed, "Always hiding when there's work to be done, that girl. Now where in the name of heaven has she gotten off to this time..." ... At that moment, getting off was exactly what Helga had in mind, but she was rather closer than the knight realized though. Only a half score paces down the cool stone hallway was a door. The chamber within had once been used as a study, that Sir Tyrus had built for his lady mother, but as she grew in years and her eyesight failed her more every day, she no longer took pleasure in books as once she had. As time went by, the unused room became cluttered with broken furniture and trunks of long-forgotten clothing. The golden-haired young handmaiden thought it shameful that a perfectly good - and undisturbed - room such as this should go wasted and unused, when she could think of wonderful uses for it. Right now, for example, she was in the room with two of her current favored men of the keep, favored by Sir Tyrus as well; for different reasons entirely though. One of these two men was dark of hair and lean in the body, whip-thin but possessing a wiry strength that Helga found appealing. He was the son of the manor's chamberlain.It was this first man who was now laying a moist trail of kisses down the side of her neck as his adventurous fingers busied themselves by untying the laces of her coal grey bodice. When these laces had been freed, the chamberlain's young son, whose name was Torquil, delved strong hands into the front of her homespun chemise to find her waiting breasts. Helga moaned softly as the son of the chamberlain promptly wrenched down the front of her chemise, exposing her nipples to the attentions of his lips and tongue. The second man, unknown to the servant girl but a good friend of the first, was actually the same guardsman who had tried to deny the knight's honored guests from entry to his home. This one had a strength of arm that she expected from a fighting man, but he was convinced that his fighting days had abruptly ended. Surely, the terrified man reasoned, once his noble guests had been attended to, Sir Tyrus would seek him out and have him hanged... or worse. Helga did not know who these visitors were, but as she had been present in the courtyard during their earlier arrival, she had been shocked to hear spoken the name that had granted them entrance. She herself had rather fond memories that involved Jacklyn of Kansas, who had been entirely unaware that the servant girl had known she was watching, and unaware as well that Helga later crept out and watched in turn as she had her way with the lord of the manor. She was also quite sure that if the new visitors bore any news of Jacklyn's well-being at all, the knight would probably be found in spirits most pleasant. Punishing the minor transgressions of a single menial vassal, whom Torquil had identified only as Ulrich, would be farthest from his mind. The foolish guardsman was quite positive, though, that the knight planned to divest him of his manhood at the very least, and he was determined to get the use of it one last time whilst it still belonged to him. Though altogether aware that he would do no such thing, Helga had kept her counsel to herself, cheerfully allowing Ulrich to believe that the lord knight could be on his way to kick down the door at any moment, and that this could well be his last chance to get laid for the rest of his life. To be fair, though, the buxom serving wench was wholly prepared to do everything she could think of to ease the poor guardsman's anxieties... Short of telling him the truth, of course. As Torquil continued to lightly fondle her breasts, Helga reached back, taking Ulrich's belt in hand to unfasten its buckle solely by feel. Slipping one hand inside of his breeches to grasp his rigid shaft, she leaned her head back onto his shoulder and moaned in his ear. His sword was clearly in fine working order, as a warrior's weapon rightly should be, and she could hardly wait to be impaled upon it. Turning about, she moved backward until she fetched up against and sat on one of the unused trunks, then had Ulrich remove his leather breeches. The musky scent of his arousal drifted towards her, and she eagerly drew the brawny warrior closer as Torquil inched her skirts up around her hips, tugging her bloomers down over her ass to bunch round her thighs. Ulrich sat down upon an empty wine barrel, so that his manhood was level with Helga's face, and she reached up for him while Torquil removed her bloomers and cast them aside. Whimpering in anticipation, Helga spread her thighs to allow Torquil access to her body as he dropped to his knees before her. She felt the gentle touch of his hot breath upon the silky thatch of gold which crowned her womanhood, and she shuddered as his tongue torturously began outlining a slow path of hot yearning all around her wet slit without actually touching it, leaving her writhing in beautiful agony. Torquil mercilessly drove her crazy with desire, finally relenting only when she was certain that she was teetering upon the very brink of madness. Rising to his feet, Torquil positioned the head of his rigid cock between the quivering pink lips of her slit and pushed. Ulrich felt his cock sliding into Helga's mouth at the same moment that she felt Torquil's sliding up her wet and willing pussy. All three of them groaned in unison as they began to set up a rhythm, with Torquil driving his hard shaft in and out of her dripping slit as the serving girl bobbed her head up and down upon Ulrich's lap in time to his thrusting. Sir Tyrus would likely order his chamberlain to take a switch to her ass should he find out that she was off somewhere being fucked while he still had work for her to do, but at that moment, Helga didn't care. Far more critical, in the serving girl's opinion, was the rigid shaft in her hot and aching pussy. Torquil slammed his muscular hips up against hers, fast and hard, just the way she liked it, and Ulrich groaned out loud as Helga whimpered around his cock. She stroked up and down its length with one hand while her talented tongue swirled about its head, so that Ulrich gasped in delight. Reaching her free hand between her thighs, Helga began playing with her throbbing clitoris, knowing that she was but a moment away from a mind-bending orgasm. With one hard rod pounding roughly into her quivering pussy and her moist lips sliding up and down over another, there was no possible way that she could have fended off the oncoming moment of bliss, even had she wanted to. As she flicked her fingers back and forth over the tip of her hard little clitoris, the willowy servant girl felt herself plummeting into joyous delirium. "Ungh yeah," she whimpered, as she continued to stroke Ulrich's cock, "Ooooh... I'm cumming... Ooooh fuck." A fragrant vortex of light eddied through her spasming body, as her undulating hips repeatedly jerked against the pounding delight behind her, leaving her quivering in euphoric ecstasy. As her pulsating slit eventually subsided, Helga rose up to remove what remained of her rumpled clothing, her overskirt and bodice tumbling to the stone floor to lie upon her bloomers and her plain rustic chemise following thereafter. She traded places with Ulrich so that he was lying upon the trunk, then placed a teasing kiss upon the tip of his swollen cock before she swung herself astride his hips. Grasping his throbbing hardness, she moaned in delight as the pouting lips of her wet pussy slowly enveloped his hardness, sliding deeper until she had taken every inch of him fully inside her. Leaning forward so that the satin softness of her ample breasts were pressed into Ulrich's chest, Helga cast a sensuous glance back over her shoulder, presenting the sweetly beckoning rosette of her cute little ass. "Come on," she whispered, "I want it." Although surprised by this offer, the chamberlain's son was no fool. He placed his hard cock against her tight bottom, and Helga gasped in carnal pleasure as he slid it all the way up her ass in one smooth stroke. "Yeah, just like that," she moaned, "Give it to me." Ulrich began to thrust his hips upward, stabbing Helga with his rigid length as he drove it in and out of her hot little slit. The head of his big cock stroked the depths of her pussy, hitting all of the right spots as Torquil pumped his long hardness into her tight little asshole. The servant girl moaned with each movement as her hips were rocked forward by Torquil's efforts. Helga's head was thrown back in delight as she enjoyed the double sensations that her two favorite guardsmen were giving her. She always loved taking it up her ass and her pussy at the same time, though she didn't get to experience it as often as she would have liked. She began to whimper when she felt the approach of another delicious orgasm. "Oh God," she groaned, "Ooooh... I'm gonna cum... Give it to me... Ungh, fuck me... Aaaaah!" Feeling Helga thrashing between them, with her ass and her pussy both spasming in glorious bliss, was rather more than either Torquil or Ulrich could endure. Helga quickly stood to her feet, both hard cocks pulling out of her body, then just as quickly dropped to her knees upon the floor, squeezing a rigid shaft in each of her soft hands. Ulrich exploded first, moaning as the lithesome blonde servant girl stroked his aching cock, and Torquil shot soon thereafter. Helga giggled in girlish triumph, as she felt both men spewing jets of hot cum all over her upturned face. As the milky white juices trickled down into the valley between her ample breasts, she eased each cock in turn into her mouth, swirling her tongue round the head to lap up every stray drop. Helga noticed shortly that Ulrich had gone rather pale of a sudden, and he was looking towards the door. "I think I hear Sir Tyrus calling," he said...	4
99,558	Correspondence	Hi there everyone...just a little foreword for this story. I wanted to thank you all for the nice response I received on my last couple of stories, especially the rather twisted tale of Dr. Specten in 'Disembodied Vengeance'. I was remarking to a friend the other day how ironic it is that the darker, more gruesome stories receive the most attention. shrugs Anyway, I had only intended to make Specten a one-shot deal, but since you guys like the evil mad scientist bit so much, you can rest assured he will pop up now and again. For now, enjoy this tale, a somewhat lighter, more subtle yet no less diabolical story. It's written from the point of a person reading their email. Subject: Jack is a total creep!!! Date: Wed, 18 Oct, 2000 18:22:07 -1000 From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Dear James, I can't believe you talked me into going out on a date with this total loser! What a joke! I know he is a good friend of yours from college and all, but I mean REALLY! What did I ever do to you to deserve being saddled up with such a "Gomer"? He took me out on a date, not to a fancy restaurant, not even out to a local steak house, but to McDonald's of all places! He even ordered for me, like I was some kind of kid that didn't even know what I wanted. Don't get me wrong, James. I am not a snob, you know that about me. I mean, yeah, I dress pretty well, I keep my long strawberry hair well styled, and my face modestly decorated in the lightest of makeup. I'm the first to admit I'm no beauty queen, but we both know I have the looks of a model. Your friend Chris, however, was more like a reject from a freak convention! Just try and picture us on this so-called date: me, standing there in my red satin blouse, the revealing one that accentuates my 38DD's in that way you always liked, my short crimson skirt, showing just enough of my shapely thighs to tickle your imagination to what lies beneath, leading down my flesh-toned, nylon-covered legs, to my feet, encased in those killer three-inch red stiletto heels, or the "fuck-me" pumps, as you always called them. A real hot picture, huh? Then imagine how I feel when Christopher picks me up dressed in a pair of blue jeans, a faded black Metallica T-shirt, and wearing a White Sox hat backwards on his head. James, I like the grunge look now and again, hell I've DONE the grunge look before once or twice, but NOT when trying to impress my date for the first time! Well, I was too shocked at his appearance to even turn him down and walk away, and I ended up climbing into his little Hyundai Miata without even realizing it. sigh To make things even worse, we had absolutely nothing in common, from his taste in music, to his thoughts on good literature, to even basic foods choices. I wanted to talk to him about his thoughts on the newest Dean Koontz novel, but the last book he could recall reading was The Cat In The Hat, back in the sixth grade! Ugh. Total loser. When we finally returned home he tried to kiss me goodnight. Hah! As if! I told him to close his eyes and pucker up, waiting until he did to slam the door in his face! For all I know he's still standing outside kissing the wooden framework. James, I consider you a friend, and a close one. I've known you since back before you became a famous writer, back when you were just a regular guy posting stories on the Internet. I like you, really. But right now, I am considering killing you. REALLY considering killing you. You set me up with the worst blind date in history. If you weren't such a good friend, I'd tell you to kiss off, but considering that you're famous, and you send me copies of your new novels for free, I guess I can let it slide. Just this once. Oh well, talk to you later. Cyndi. Subject: Why did I let you talk me into this again? Date: Sat, 21 Oct, 2000 02:31:07 -1000 From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Dear James, Why do I listen to you? What could have possibly possessed me to listen to your crazy advice yet again? After your long heartfelt reply, I felt obliged to give Jack a second chance. I do have to admit, grudgingly, that he is not the total creep I first thought him to be...but he is pretty close. He explained about the little mix-up with the clothing before, when we talked over the phone, and promised that this time he'd dress more appropriately. He also explained that he had been a little short of cash that week, thus the cheap meal at McDonald's. So naturally I was expecting a better date this time. I thought to myself, maybe James is right about this guy, maybe he is alright after all. Maybe I just have to give him a chance. This in mind, I dressed up again, dazzlingly, in my powder blue dress with matching heels, only to be picked up by Mr. Grunge Rock himself, this time sporting the old "Miami Vice" look, with a gray flannel jacket over a navy blue T-shirt, and khakis, even down to the deck shoes with no socks. If that was his idea of dressing up, I would hate to see him when he decides to "slum it". Again, I was about to tell him off and go back inside, but he talked to me a while...a long while, I think. I'm not quite sure, it was all a bit fuzzy. But anyway, he convinced me to go out on the date anyway, since we were already there and the reservations had been made. So we went to the local steak house, where he AGAIN ordered for me. I remember being somewhat upset at the time, but we talked it over a bit, and I realized he was just being a gentleman. I let it go without making a big fuss, although I made it clear I liked to order for myself. Dinner was surprisingly good, considering the price, and the small talk between us this time was much better. He was still boring, so boring that I actually nodded off while he was talking in the dessert. giggle Still, he wasn't too bad a guy. I thought I might grow to actually like him, in time. Just as a friend, of course. He was cute but not my type. On the trip back home, he again tried to kiss me, and again I slammed the door on him. The guy was hopeless. Why did I let you talk me into dating him again? He's an okay guy I guess, but don't you have any HOT friends you could introduce me to? I am looking for my Prince Charming, not the stable boy. Well, James, it's late. Even though it was tedious, the date lasted longer than I had expected. I'm getting up early tomorrow to go shopping for some new clothes, so I need some sleep. I've recently had a taste for something a little more daring in my wardrobe. Don't worry, I'll send you some pics of myself in my new clothes, I know you'll flip for them. Later, old friend. Cyndi. Subject: Thanks for the compliment!! Date: Thur, 26 Oct, 2000 19:09:22 -1000 From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Dear James, Tee hee! Thanks for your lovely gushing words of praise! It made me feel so tingly all over reading your replies to the pictures I sent. Sorry it took so long to write you back, but it's been a really busy week! Jack and I---hey I guess I should back up a bit. A lot has changed since my last email. Jack and I are an "item" now! Isn't that just so weird? giggle Now I know I said before about him being a nice guy and all but not what I was looking for, that he was "best friend material". Boy was I ever wrong! The day after I made up my mind to just be friends with him, he gave me a call, saying he wanted to meet me and talk a bit, face to face. I don't know why I did it, to be honest, 'cause I like totally wasn't into him back then. Maybe I felt guilty about leaving him high and dry, and he was just so persuasive on the phone, it was like I couldn't say NO, ya know? Anyway we met and talked face-to-face...I don't even remember what we talked about, but one thing led to another and out of nowhere he kissed me. Whoa! I don't think I can fully describe to you the sensation. It was kinda like being shocked with that electric stuff, only in a good way, yanno? It made me feel all tingly inside. When he finally broke the kiss, it was like I was under his spell yanno? I was so hot and horny from that one kiss that I just pulled him to me, so hard we fell off the couch onto the floor! Which is where we stayed for the next hour or two, if you catch my meaning, LOL. Anyway, ever since then we've been going out and stuff, pretty regularly. The more time I spend with him, the more I realize he is such a totally hottie! It's hard to believe I never noticed it before. I mean, when I look up into that cute face, those smoldering gray eyes of his, that wild mousy brown hair, and when he smiles at me with that crooked grin of his...oh I just melt! And his taste in clothes is improving too! Yesterday he had on the coolest acid-washed AC/DC shirt, and a gnarly pair of stylishly ripped jeans that was so trendy I went out and bought a matching pair myself! You know me, James, never one to be outdone in the fashion scene. Still, my so-called friends and co-workers are like so behind the times, they just don't seem to be able to grasp my style. Bunch of losers. If I didn't need this stinking job to like, make money and stuff, I'd tell them all to just kiss my ass.Oh well, treating my guy to McDonald's every day takes cash, so I have to just put up with it. We're going out to the movies in a little bit, catching a late Schwarzenegger movie at the dollar theater. End of...um...something. I don't know, I'm really not into action and fighting movies and stuff, but Jack loves it, and he tells me it's good. He should know, he's seen it about twenty-one times so far, LOL. Well, you know what they say, boys will be boys. Oh well, I'm like signing off now. I need to run to the store and pick up some more blue eyeshadow, the case I bought last week is all used up! And I can't go outside dressed only in my white see-through silken blouse, my ultra-short mini-skirt, fishnet stockings, and red satin 5-inch heels! What would people think? I mean, a girl just isn't ready without a generous helping of sexy war paint to drive her man wild! Tee hee! I'll see ya later, James. Ta ta! Cyndi Subject: Jack IS a total creep after all!!! Date: Sat, 28 Oct, 2000 12:03:45 -1000 From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Oh God, what have I done! James, I think I've made a terrible mistake! In a moment of clarity, I have realized just how fast things have been going between Jack and me. I mean, what is up with me anyway? It's like I'm a freaking lunatic all of a sudden, like being near him transforms me into some kind of sexually charged bimbo or something! I don't know why I am freaking out and all, it's just that I asked Jack to move in with me yesterday, which of course he did, making himself totally at home. But then the sweet, sexy man I have come to know and love changed on me! He wanted me to become---get this!---his sex slave! I don't know why it took me so long to recognize him for what he is, a manipulative, controlling bastard! He's somehow remade me into his perfect image of a woman, and I'd all but embraced it! I woke up alone this morning, feeling kind of strange, and went to the bathroom to wash up, when I saw myself in the mirror. I mean REALLY saw myself. It was like looking into the mirror for the first time. I didn't even recognize myself under all the layers of makeup and eyeshadow, with all the little body piercings in my nipples and my privates! I mean, well, I remember doing all that, getting them done, and putting on the makeup, but it's like I wasn't me! I don't know how to explain. It's like he cast a spell on me or something, to get close to me, and I only now have awoken from it. I guess I am just lucky I came to my senses when I did or else I might have agreed to the sex slave thing! Rotten bastard. I'll give him a piece of my mind when he gets back here later this afternoon. Sex slave, indeed! I ought to toss his sorry butt right out of here! Oh shit! I hear his car pulling into the driveway now! As soon as he comes in here, we are going to have it out once and for all. I am tired of all this bullshit. Subject: I really must apologize. Date: Sat, 28 Oct, 2000 12:59:57 -1000 From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Dearest James, I am sorry for the last post I sent you. I accidentally pushed the SEND button in the middle of typing. Had I been in a clearer state of mind, I never would have, you know, sent it at all. Boy, you must really think me a big goofball. I'm sorry to have sounded so crazy, I was just overreacting. Jack came in right before I sent the email to you, and at first I got all ornery with him and started cursing him out. Silly me. But my Jack was a perfect angel, listening to me rant and rave and all, then he just calmly sat me down and explained to me what was really going on, how things were gonna be. Damn, but I love it when my man is forceful with me! It makes my pussy tingle just thinking about him commanding me to do something! Oh, sorry I'm a little bit distracted as I write, but I'll try and keep it together until I tell you the news. Jack was a real sweetheart, explaining about the slave girl thing. When he told me so clearly and calmly what it was all about, it was like all my fears just evaporated. The more he talked, the better the idea sounded. I mean, why should I fight it anyway, I have been like his total sex kitten from that first kiss so long ago...when was that anyway? It seems like it was years ago...oh, never mind. Distracted again. It's kinda hard to write when my loving, masterful Jack is playing with my clitty while I type. Hard to think a little when he does that, but he helps me with the words and stuff. Mmmm. Okay. Jack...Oops, I mean Master says I need to wrap this up and head into the bedroom now. I just wanted to apologize for going off the deep end in that last letter, and to tell you that Master Jack and I have totally patched things up again. I've never been a...hmmm? okay, Master...I have never been a cock-sucking little pussy whore before...so I only hope I can please my sweetheart and make him feel glad he chose me for this honor. I'll keep in touch with you as much as I can, Master says my free time is going to decrease...um...decrease...um, go away and stuff. But since you are my close friend and stuff, I'll still talk to you and let you know what's going on. Tee hee! Thanks for listening. Cyndi-slave Subject: You will NOT believe it!!! Date: Mon, 30 Oct, 2000 20:05:39 -1000 From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Greetings, Master James! Wow. You are not going to believe what just happened to me! This humble slave came home from work like she normally does, ready to strip and serve her most adored Master, when she was given a surprise. Master Jack agreed to marry me! Oh, you could have knocked this little cunt slave over with a feather! Tears poured down my face as this girl dropped to her knees, kissing his feet and weeping in thanks. And He didn't even kick me away or discipline me for being so emotional, He let me have my moment. Finally, when this girl was all cried out with joy, He picked her up and commanded me to kiss him deeply, which this little slave girl did with much pleasure! Master Jack then celebrated by fucking the ever-loving shit out of His new bride-to-be. Tee hee! This girl still glows from the pleasure. Master allowed me to email You and tell You the good news, as You, dear Master James, were the One that brought us together in the first place, and You are my closest and dearest friend. Oh God, my slave heart still beats with amazement. This slut is soooo unworthy of such an honor, yet Master made it clear that He desires me, that He feels love for the worthless little cunt that I am! How could this girl not say yes? Even if she was foolish and stupid enough to say No, her Master could just command her to say Yes anyway. Tee hee! This slave LOVES the way Master Jack leaves her no choices in anything, and she creams herself every time He honors her with a rare trip to McDonald's and orders for her. Oh, He's sooo sexy when He takes command of me. That is why this little cock-sucker so looks forward to marrying Him. In the public eye, we will be man and wife, but in our own private life we will be Master and slave, now and forever! If she had a choice, this slave would not have it any other way. grins This girl does have a few minor concerns, however, and it shames her that she has such unworthy thoughts about her Lord and Master. Master has informed His slave that she is His first and most beloved, but that someday He may become bored, and take another girl as His slave as well. And that any other girls He takes will have to share Him with me...and even to share themselves with me as well. Master would make me into a lesbian slut as well! Only being taught that jealousy is unbecoming to a little sex slut like me kept me from voicing my unworthy opinion. As much of a slave as this girl is, sometimes she still has strange thoughts, thoughts of resisting her loving Master, of trying to flee and escape. She knows this is silly, that it is only nerves, but such thoughts are unsettling. This little slut wishes they would go away, and let her think only of pleasing Master Jack. Perhaps she should tell Him, and see if He can make those bad thoughts go away. Oh, she sees that Master is stirring from His bed now. It's time for His little pussy slut to pleasure Him again. Tee hee! This unworthy tramp wanted You to hear the news, Master James, and hopes that You might be able to make it down here for the wedding. It will be the week before Thanksgiving, which will be terribly busy for most people, but still this slut begs that You at least consider being here for her happiest day. This slave wishes You well, Master James. cyndi-slave. Subject: Dude, thanks from the bottom of my heart! Date: Tue, 31 Oct, 2000 17:11:01 -1000 From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Yo, James, dude!! Like, total thanks for setting me up with this Cynthia chick, and thanks for the advice on how to keep her! I must admit, I was totally blown away when I first laid eyes on her, and she was so totally babe-a-licious! Still, she didn't seem to go with my, like, whole rocker rebel look, you know? After that first date, I thought she'd never talk to me again. If you hadn't shared with me the secret of how to open her up, I'd still be a SWM, you know? Single White Male, Hahahaha. Whoa, that was like cool, you know? Anyways, I just wanted to thank you. I wasn't sure why you thought it so important that I wake her up out of the spell that Saturday morning before I left, it seems kinda cruel and heartless to give her back her own mind, yet keep control over her. Still, it seemed to do the trick, you know, letting her get all her anger and rage out in one big burst. It like totally took all the fight outta her when I finally turned her back ON again. After that, she didn't fight the control as much.Dude, you are the man! I guess I'm glad you gave her to me, you know, even though I'd think a girl like this you would want to hold onto. But I guess you're right about only needing one woman for yourself and having your hands full as it is. Glad you helped a brother-man out though. I'm kind of bummed that you and your slave Shelley won't be able to make it here for the wedding. It would have been so cool to meet the original Master in person, you know? But I think we'll both enjoy the wedding gifts you sent us. I opened the one marked "NOW" as soon as it arrived, and I think I'll take your advice and get the collar engraved now, before the ceremony. And I'm sure all the other bondage stuff will come in handy on the honeymoon, hehehe. Thanks again for your help, dude; letting me know her feelings and stuff through her messages to you really helped. Well, she should be getting home from work any time now, and it's about dinner time. I'm kind of tired of McDonald's, so for a change, we're going to Taco Bell. See you later, dude. Keep in touch. Your amigo for life! Jack.	4
99,562	Proper PH	Hi Kristin. Hi Maggie. Right on time. I like that. I'm so nervous. Well, let's see if we can't shift from nervous to excited. That's a higher gear to run at. So, did you bring a uniform within our dress code? Ah, er, I didn't realize that was on me. Actually, it's not. We give you a clothing allowance. But, don't worry, we have plenty of options to get you set for tonight. Why don't you get out of those things, and we'll go shopping in the company reserves, shall we? I didn't realize this was such a big place. Yes, it holds a lot of people. It must have cost a fortune to create this space. Sylvia wanted the best, and she worked it out. There are a couple of places that try to match our appeal, but so far, knock on wood, they haven't been successful. Now, it is your first day, so you may feel more comfortable wearing pantyhose like these with a modesty panel, but I should tell you, should you decide to wear pantyhose without the modesty panel, it is pay and a half. That is placing a great deal of emphasis on our crotches, isn't it? Yes, it is. Let me explain something to you. The phenomenon we have created here is a highly sexualized atmosphere, where you can look all you want, but no touching in or outside the club. When you are out there and meet the other servers, you are going to see nothing but fantastic legs encased in pantyhose. Those legs run all the way up to the triangular sash that crosses in front and back right at the crotch, no more, no less, you see? Now I'm starting to shift my gears. Good. When you are out there, everyone, including the staff, will be thinking about and imagining having communion with the vortex of your nylon-clad legs. That is, everyone with the exception of the ladies escorted in with the men. Now here's the rub. I don't recommend you having relationships with people you work with. You are not allowed to have relationships with the men, but then again, you don't want to, right? No, Ma'am. That leaves the escorted ladies. You're going to find that you are attracted to them because they are new, fresh, and ready, but alas, unavailable to you. This club does more to get people screwing than any other place on earth. The aroma of lust, fine food, and spirits is so addictive, you'll see the same people over and over again, as well as people from all over the world that make it a point to visit ProperPH on their itineraries. If it was me naming this place, I'd call it "Nether-Nether Land". My god. Yes, my dear, you are joining something very unique and special. I'll go for the one without the modesty panel. Here, be my guest... But, wait. I almost forgot. One of the keys to our success is the supportive sisterhood of all who work here. There is a little first-day initiation that we all go through. It's fun, challenging, and it gets you over the hump of the new experience in grand style. Oh my god, what is it? It's in this drawer somewhere. Oh, here it is. What's that? It's an egg. It vibrates, see? Oh no, what happens with that? It's a little game we play with every new server. Please don't tell me. Smile, it's actually fun. Now, you put this in far enough that it won't be pushed out... Now pull on the hose... Now we'll clip this receiver on the side here where the sash will go, you see? What are you going to do? Not me, Dear, the cooks. They have a transmitter. They are going to try to have you climax while on the job. Now we've only permitted this if they promise not to signal the egg when you are carrying a full tray. Your best defense is to always stay busy with something on your tray. This game is just for one day, right? Right. It is a rite of passage into the sisterhood here, after that, you won't believe how great these people are to work with. What the cooks are counting on is that you will at some point realize that everyone's mind is on your sexy cunt. Once you get to that realization, anyone you look at will juice you right up. If they can zap you right after you've being interacting with a table, like taking their orders, they have a really good chance of setting off an orgasm. Early on, Roz had one all by herself without this thing on, just walking back to the kitchen. It's all in the mind. Well, I've given away way too many secrets about it, good thing this room isn't bugged or they'd take me out back to draw and quarter me. Everyone has done this, right? Yes, everyone, including me, it's fun. Do you like this scarf? Colorful. It draws attention. You make a triangle like this. We'll put it over the transmitter on this side and tie the ends on this other hip just like last night. Okay, now look in the mirror. See how this diagonal line crosses right at the crotch. That's how you keep it. There is a full-length mirror just as you leave the kitchen. Look front and back frequently. If the scarf is too far down, you might as well be wearing a skirt. If it is too high, it leaves nothing for the imagination. There will be glimpses sure, but we never want it to glare. I see. I'm already imagining nothing but crotches. See how it works. Even though you have spectacular breasts, hummmunh. It almost doesn't matter what you do with your top, the heels and hose send the observer's mind right to your nether region. Stop. I'm already excited enough. Well, speaking of tops, just how exciting do you want to be tonight? I'm too wound up to decide. Pick for me. Well then, I'll dress my doll in this silk halter tonight. We'll monitor that excitement level with these nips of yours. Oh god. I already can't take this. I see, I see. Don't worry, this is going to be the best of both worlds, good pay and the time of your life. Now get these gorgeous buns out there, and I'll show you around.... Hi Janis. Hi Ms. Weston. Janis, call me Sylvia, please. You are someone I depend on. Yes, Ma'am. How did things go last night? Everything went like clockwork. That's nice to hear. So, did you work a time and a half, plus a half, last night? No, Ma'am. I... Janis, you are one of the few that are still on standard pay by wearing the hose with the panels. What is your thinking here? I was thinking I would start without the panels tonight. That's more like it. Are you okay with that, or is it just for the money? Well, ah... I'd rather not say... Janis, we are a family here. We support each other, we are all part of a unique establishment revered around the world, and it is working because we are like family. Is there anything I can help you with? Anything Maggie can help with? Anyone?... Janis, here's a tissue. Stop crying, please. Let's talk about it. I, I've come to a place, a place in my life, where, where I want to be a mother. Oh boy. Yes, go on. I would need a father for the baby, and the baby would need a father. Yes, I think I know what's coming, go on. Well, I just feel that I will be persuaded by one of those men to go out with him just so I can find a father for my child. The panel represents my last defense. Sure, I understand. You realize, even if you could get it together in yourself to make it with one of those men, you could easily find one to father the child, but no one to be a father to the child. Have you thought ahead toward having a relationship with the child's father? That's why it is so difficult for me. I understand then. I won't bring up panels again. Thank you again for covering last night. Yes, Ma'am. If you see Maggie out there, would you send her in, please? Yes, Ma'am. Maggie, Kristin show up okay? She's here. She's fine. Just saw Wendy too. Good. We need them both. Janis is a short-timer. She is? What happened? She's got the "baby thing" happening. Oh no. Yeup. She's looking at the clientele as potential sperm donors, even as possible parenting partners. Oh boy. Okay, I'm in the hunt again. Well, the clock says it's time to get the show going. You check on people and their places, and I'll work the front. Got it. Good afternoon, gentlemen and lady. Do you have a reservation? There's nobody else in the place yet. That was just my feeble attempt at nightclub humor, a table for five? Right this way, please.... How will this do?... Ma'am... your server will be Wendy, and I hope you enjoy your visit. See guys, you too Liz, this place is well put together. Good evening, everyone. It is my pleasure to serve you tonight. Are there any special needs or requirements I should be aware of before I take your orders? I'm strictly vegetarian. I'll see to that, Ma'am. Anyone else?I need to know if you are redheaded at both ends. Knock it off, Larry. There's a lady present, excuse me, I mean ladies. Mr. Griggs, you don't have to treat me any differently than the other guys. I can take you all on in any conversation you care to discuss. Don't mind him, Wendy, he was born a pig. Oink. She's got your number, man. Well, it looks like you folks are here for a good time. Are you all local to the area? No, we're from out of town. We're here for the Home Electronics Convention. We got here early because rumor has it this place fills up fast and we'd have trouble getting in. We do our best to keep that rumor going, actually. Can I start with your drink orders?... ...This is Kristin, she will be assisting me tonight. This is her first night, so go easy on her. You can give me the rough time. There, and that one there. Thank you. Okay, enjoy, and I'll give you a few minutes to review the menus Kristin has for you. Can you believe this place? These women are hot! Sorry, Liz. Geez, you guys, if another of you says "sorry, Liz," I'll take that person out back and slap him silly. Stop treating me any differently, and let's have a good time. And, by the way, the women around here are hot. Ooooooo! This place is starting to fill up. Man, all I can think about are legs. Is there leg of lamb on the menu? Stop it, you cad. Oh no, it's happening to me too, I have this craving for a ham shank. I can't take you guys out anywhere. I thought you didn't want us to be careful about what we said. Besides, you're not treating, are you? I thought Mr. Griggs here was the one. I wasn't referring to the subject matter of your conversation, just the paucity of your humor. Dictionary time. Let's get our order in. Oh, Sweet Cheeks. Yes, Kristin, is it? We'd like to put in our order now. I'll get Wendy for you. Certainly, you can take an order for us. Sure, you'll be my fir-eh-eh-eh-st. What was that? I just had a sudden attack of gas. I'll be okay. What would you like? You're blushing. I'll have another drink of whatever you've been drinking. I need more color. Got that right, Casper. Ah-ah-I'll be right back....Funny. Very funny. Whose got the controls? Controls? What controls? Anybody seen Wendy? Oh, Wendy, your table wants to order. You are learning to read and write in college, aren't you? Well, go back out and take the order. God, a whole night of this?...Okay, I'm back. Have you decided what you want? 23 41 The New York one, ah 7, 5, definitely 5. Kristin, I can't choose between 31 or 35, oh, you wouldn't know, you're new. Excuse me, Roz. Yes. It's between 31 & 35. The tofu. That's what I'd go with. 31 it is then. Anything else?... I'd sure like to have one of these waitresses take a load off their feet and sit on my lap while I eat. How about you, Liz? I'll bet you are every bit as foxy as these babes are under that stodgy business attire. Larry, you are about the last person in line to ever find out. Where would I be in line? Ben, you are moving back way back rapidly. People, people, settle down. Let's have a nice, peaceful dinner, just the five of us. Remember, we have another day of working the convention floor with each other. Mr. Griggs, it's something about this place, man. I've never felt so horny in all my life. Pete, you haven't a life. Like you get laid whenever you need it. How about you, Liz? Does this place do anything for you? Don't look at me, I'm not servicing any of you guys tonight. Cool it, here comes the grub.... ...That was one of the best meals I've had in a long time. How are you all enjoying it? Hummmn Great. That's good....Whose phone is that?...Oh, it's mine. Yes,...Yes,...Yes,...Okay, I'll be right there. You folks party on, enjoy the show, beh-a-v-e, and I'll be back just as soon as I can. But... I've got to fly. I hope he meant that as "hurry" rather than "get on a plane out of here." I left my wallet back at the room. I wasn't planning on needing it with Mr. Griggs picking up the tab for everything. Me too. Me too. You boys are pathetic. Where is your purse? Well, I'm pathetic too. Let's face it. With no cab fare, we're stuck here in heaven. We have no alternative but to sit and suffer through enjoying the show. I'll drink to that. Miss, over here please.... ...Wendy, your table, that first one, they're getting sauced. They want another round. They have been here for hours. Now even the food is not soaking up the alcohol. What should I do? You asked the right question at the right time. This is when you refer the matter to Fox-5.Com'on....This is Lori. Talking to Lori is as good as talking to Kim. Tell her what's up.... ...Thanks, Kristin, I'll take it from here....Evening, folks. Are you enjoying the club tonight? This place is great. When a table opens up, can you get us closer to the stage? I'll see what I can do. I just came by to let you know that your server's shift is ending, and we should settle the tab before she goes. We can start up a new one with the next server. Now, who will be taking care of it tonight, or does it go on separate checks? Well, ah, Griggy is picking up the tab. And which one of you is Griggy? He's not here. We haven't seen him for hours. I see, when do you expect him back? We don't know. He told us to party until he got back. We want another round. And a closer table. Yes, sir, but you see, we have to settle the tab you already have before we can start a new one. Dance with me? Why don't you all come with me, while we set up a new clean table closer to the stage for you. Okay, fellas and fel-liz, let's go. March, 2,3,4, hup, 2,3,4,... Sir, quiet, please. May we come in, Ms. Weston? Sure, Lori, what is it? A PWF, Ma'am. Don't give me that security jargon, say it in plain English. A party without funds, Ma'am. I see. Show them in, then. Folks, this is Ms Weston, she'll see to your arrangements. So, what seems to be the problem? We're just waiting for our table closer to the stage. Well, that's fine. I'm sure Lori is seeing to that, right, Lori? Yes, Ma'am. But, you see, you need to clear up the tab on the first table before we can seat you at the new table. Who is taking responsibility for that tab? He's not here. I see, so, when will he be back? He didn't say. All he said was to party, and he would be back as soon as he could. Their server, Kristin, said that was hours ago, Ma'am. I see, then let's put together credit cards, cash, whatever you have, for now, and the missing person can pay you all back when he returns. I left my wallet behind. Me too.... All of you? Well, this is a fine kettle of fish. What do you suggest we do about this? It's obvious that none of you is fit to work it off around here. Hey! I think Liz here is just as beautiful as any one of your broads working here. Larry! Shut the fuck up. Don't insult our Liz like that, she is the best worker we got. Thank you, Ben. Okay, I'm sorry. You're right. She is very beautiful. I bet under that conservative outfit hides a woman of real beauty, but the only possible area we can add people to work is as a dancer, and you have to be more than attractive to dance here. Hey! She's a dancer. She's a really good dancer. She's won awards. Tell her, Liz. Yeah, she's got pictures of herself with trophies for ballroom dancing in her office at work. Is that right, Liz? I suppose, but ballroom dancing is not what you do here, right? No, but it is not beyond the realm of possibility. In ballroom dancing these days, you do some of the dancing without holding on to your partner, right? Yeah, what are you driving at? It's just that, if I could find one of our gals that could act the part, modified, of course, of the posting person, you could do your flourishes around her, and that could look pretty classy. I'll tell you what. You try it, give it your best attempt, and you're off the hook. I'll even pay you, and you can decide whether or not you are willing to help your friends back to their beds with the money that you earn. I don't know. Your dancers are pretty spectacular looking. Hey, babe, you're every bit as beautiful as they are. Don't call me babe. I like this woman. So, what is it? Will you give it a try? Remember, that's all I'm asking, that you give it your best shot. Okay, I'll try. See, these cheers and whistles from your friends,...hey, boys, you can stop now,...are just the beginning. Lori will take you backstage. Lori, fill in Gweneth, will you please? Yes, Ma'am. Liz, ma'am, why don't you come with me. Okay, that should do it. But this is only a g-string under these fishnets. They'll see the crack of my ass. The scarf will stay in place. It's not like a skirt. You can twirl to your heart's content, and it will stay put, unless you have to squat or anything in your act. Then you just smooth it down again. Yeah, my act. Would it be possible to get another drink, like a triple scotch? Sure, I suppose so. I'll send someone for it. This is a different audience than what I'm used to competing in front of. Okay, here's your drink; we've got your music cued up: Crystal, here has good instincts, she'll be there to assist; I wouldn't drink that so fast, let's see, your costume is exquisite; you'll wow them just walking out on the stage. It's really not necessary to drink that whole drink...here, let me have it...well, okay. Now go out there and break a leg. Remember, that's theater talk... Maggie, she looks stunning. Remember, I recruited this one. She sure is. Look at those legs. She's a competitive dancer. Listen to the applause before she even starts. Good, Crystal, that's it. This could work out. Thank you for being so positive, Maggie. It's just one of the things I like about you. They handled that well. Okay, okay.Oh my god, Crystal didn't expect to get a passionate kiss from this woman in public like that. She's plastered. Now where's Crystal going? Shit. Not so loud. Shit, shit, shit. Oh no, where's Kim? Look, her tiresome friends are at the stage. That's not ballroom dancing. What are they saying to her? She is starting to take things off. Hmm, pretty nice. We didn't say anything about doing that. Look, all the servers are at the bar turning in orders. This might be a good thing. No, the bores are begging for money... to give to her. No, no, no, we don't do that here. Settle down. Don't tell me to settle down. For just a minute. Look. This place is humming. I'm not saying we should change the program to this, but there is a special buzz in the air. No, no, no, you never take off the pantyhose, no, no not the hose! You can look now. She's even lost the string. There is nowhere else she can go with this. Oh please, let this be the one night that no one connected to the media is present, please. Here, have a drink. This broad could ruin us. No! Stop! She can't touch the customers! Okay, I'll go pull the plug on this right now. I'm ruined. I'm ruined.	4
99,680	Heather's Last Day	Heather worked as a shop assistant in a women's boutique and had been doing so for about six months before she was offered a better job in a rival shop. Her departure had not gone down well with the owner, Miss Grey, so she wasn't sorry that this was her last day. Closing time eventually came around, and she said farewell to the other three assistants before heading for Miss Grey's office as she had been requested to do earlier. She knocked and entered to find Miss Grey sitting behind her desk, sorting through some paperwork. Miss Grey was in her mid-thirties, nearly six feet tall with long black hair, which she wore, as she always did, in one of her navy blue business suits. She was not easy to get on with and never socialized with her staff. In fact, her first name was completely unknown to any of the staff, including Heather, who now stood rather nervously in front of the desk. Heather was wearing the uniform provided for the shop staff, which was quite a neat affair, consisting of a matching navy blue jacket and thigh-length skirt with black stockings and black high-heeled shoes; a white blouse finished it off. Miss Grey always had an air of authority about her, and today was no exception as she looked up at the blonde 23-year-old, who uncomfortably avoided her gaze. "Right," she began. "I've got a few forms for you to sign, and then there are a couple of other matters to sort out before you leave, Heather." "OK," Heather replied, and she spent the next few minutes signing her name on various bits of paper as directed by Miss Grey. Once she had finished, Miss Grey collected the papers together and put them in a drawer before once again addressing Heather. "That's the paperwork done, which just leaves two other matters to deal with, the first being your uniform. We'll need it back, of course." "No problem," Heather told her. "I'll drop it in sometime next week, if that's alright?" Miss Grey was silent for a moment before she replied. "I'm afraid it's not. You see, the last three people who have left all said the same thing, but I'm still waiting for their uniforms." "Oh, but I'll return it," Heather assured her. Miss Grey looked thoughtful for a moment but then sighed and said, "No, I'm sorry, you'll have to leave it now. I can't afford to lose another one." "But I've nothing else with me," Heather pleaded, "not even a coat." "I can't help that, Heather. I really must have the uniform before you leave." Heather continued to plead with Miss Grey, but deep down, she knew it was a hopeless cause. Miss Grey was well known for not changing her mind and clearly was doing this to get her own back on Heather. She eventually fell silent as her pleas were obviously falling on deaf ears and just stood there staring at her feet. Miss Grey finally broke the silence, saying, in an icy tone, "I haven't got all night, Heather. The uniform, please." Fighting back the tears, Heather began to slowly remove her jacket, remembering to take her keys out of the pocket as she placed it on Miss Grey's desk. She then undid the belt on her skirt before reaching behind her to unbutton and then unzip her skirt. She paused here and looked at Miss Grey, but the shop owner was busy, or at least appeared to be, looking through some invoices. Heather dejectedly let her skirt slide slowly to the floor, stepped out of it, and then, picking it up, put it on top of her jacket on the desk. The air felt cool on the bare flesh at the top of her thighs between where her hold-up stockings finished and her rather brief white knickers began. Heather struggled with the buttons on her blouse as, by now, her hands were trembling, and she was having difficulty controlling her fingers. The buttons on her cuffs caused the most trouble, but eventually, she succeeded and removed her blouse to reveal her 38C breasts, which her white lacy half-cup bra struggled to hold in place. She dropped the blouse on top of the rest of her uniform and stood back from the desk, but before she could say anything, Miss Grey, without looking up, curtly said, "The shoes are part of the uniform as well." Suddenly, Heather seethed with rage at the way Miss Grey was treating her, and she wrenched the shoes from her feet and slammed them down on the desk. "There you are," she hissed through clenched teeth. Miss Grey looked up at her with a faint trace of amusement on her face before adding, "The stockings belong to this business as well." And then picked up her pen and began to write. Heather, now red in the face, could hardly control her anger as she virtually ripped the stockings from her legs and literally threw them at Miss Grey, where they landed on the desk just in front of her. Miss Grey, with a look of distaste, carefully picked up one of the stockings with the end of her pen and deposited it in the rubbish bin. She then repeated the exercise with the other stocking before carrying on writing. Heather stood in front of the desk in just her bra and knickers, her feeling of rage rapidly subsiding to be replaced by one of great anxiety. "How was she going to get home?" she thought desperately to herself, at least her car was in the underground car park below the shop. She felt a wave of panic sweep over her as she realized her predicament. Her thoughts were then interrupted as Miss Grey put down her pen and said, "Thank you for the uniform, Heather, that just leaves one final matter." "What's that?" Heather spat out, determined to put on a show of defiance despite her true feelings. "The matter of the money that I lent you out of the petty cash," Miss Grey informed her. "Well, I haven't got any money, so you'll have to wait, won't you?" Heather replied coldly. "I'd like to," Miss Grey continued, "but as I said earlier, I have no guarantee that you will come back, so perhaps you'd better leave something as security. Just for my peace of mind." "But I don't have anything," protested Heather. "I promise I'll come back and pay you." "I see you don't even have a watch," Miss Grey went on, "so you'll have to leave something else instead." "Like what?" Heather retorted. "I'm afraid there is nothing else for it, you'll have to leave your bra and knickers. They should more than cover the outstanding amount." Heather was panic-stricken. Surely Miss Grey wasn't going to send her home without a stitch. "Please, Miss Grey," she begged, "take my bra and knickers, and I'll be left with nothing." "I'm very sorry, Heather, but I see no alternative. When you come back with the money, I'll be happy to return them to you." "Please, No!" Heather pleaded, "Don't..." Miss Grey said nothing but looked straight at Heather, who could tell by the expression on her face that further argument was futile. So, with tears welling up in her eyes, she reached behind herself and unclipped her bra. Her breasts swung free as she slipped her arms very slowly out of the straps and put the white lace garment on the desk. She then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers and extremely slowly slid them down to her knees, where she let them go to fall to the floor by themselves. Bending down, she felt very vulnerable and put her arm across her naked breasts as she reached to pick up her knickers. These she put on top of her bra and then stood back, still covering her breasts, to await Miss Grey's next move. Before Heather had much time to think about her predicament, Miss Grey put down her pen and addressed her. "Thank you, Heather, I'm sure you will be aware that I will be sorry to see you go, and I wish you well in your new job." Heather couldn't believe it. Miss Grey was talking to her as if nothing was amiss, yet she had just made one of her staff strip naked in front of her. Heather could barely comprehend it as Miss Grey continued. "Er, in view of your present situation, I'll let you out of the fire exit directly into the car park. I believe your car is parked there." "Yes," was all Heather could manage to whisper in reply, not believing that this could be happening to her. "In that case," Miss Grey went on, "as we've nothing else to do here, I'll take you down to the fire exit and bid you farewell." Heather thought briefly about begging Miss Grey for her clothes, but she knew that it would be a waste of time, so instead, she remained silent as her former boss came round from behind her desk, picking up Heather's keys as she did so and headed for the office door. She opened it and walked out into the shop, and Heather followed. As they walked through the store, Heather looked at Miss Grey's skirt swishing on her legs and wished she could feel a skirt doing the same on her own legs. In fact, at that moment, she would have settled for the feeling of any sort of clothing upon any part of her body. She felt strange as she followed Miss Grey, shoes clicking on the hard floor. In contrast, Heather padded along silently behind with the floor feeling cold on the soles of her feet. Not that she really noticed, as her thoughts had now turned to what would happen when she left the store.They eventually arrived at the fire exit, and to Heather's amazement, Miss Grey turned and, smiling, held out her hand, "Well, goodbye and good luck." Heather, with her mind in a turmoil, found herself shaking the proffered hand and actually saying, "Thank you." Miss Grey then turned and pushed open the fire exit door. Heather felt herself involuntarily taking a step backwards as Miss Grey took a quick look around the car park before turning to Heather and saying, "All clear, off you go." Heather took a deep breath and stepped through the door. To her horror, she saw that there were still a few people around, but as she turned to go back into the shop, the fire door clanged shut behind her. She was well and truly on her own. Quickly, she crouched behind a parked car and then carefully peered over it to see if she had been spotted. She hadn't, and after a good look around, she set off towards her car in a crouching sort of run. As it was evening, there were not many cars left, and quite often, she had to break from cover and make a dash in the open. Her progress was further hindered by being barefoot and not able to run very fast. So, with several detours and one or two heart-stopping moments when she was nearly spotted, it took her nearly fifteen minutes to negotiate the car park. Finally, she reached her car, and still crouching, she unlocked the door and thankfully slid inside. She had a quick look in the back, but there was absolutely nothing to cover her nakedness. "Oh well," she thought to herself, "It's dark outside, and nobody will see me." It was then she noticed the little green light on the dashboard. "Damn, I must have left the lights on this morning," she said out loud to herself. About two seconds later, a terrible thought hit her as she desperately jammed the key into the ignition and turned it. The engine did not even turn over; the battery was completely flat... "Oh no," Heather wailed on the edge of panic. She was in a desperate situation and knew it, completely naked miles from home with a car that wouldn't start. Her eyes glazed over, and she slumped forward in defeat until her forehead was resting on the steering wheel. She racked her brains to see if she could think of a way out of her predicament, but nothing came to mind. In a last desperate act, she suddenly sat bolt upright and tried the ignition again, but it was a futile gesture; there was no way the engine was going to start, so she slowly leaned back in her seat and began to wallow in self-pity. For several minutes, she sat there motionless, staring into space, until she was suddenly startled by a tap on the side window. "Oh," she cried in fright and instinctively covered herself with her hands. Looking round, she saw that Miss Grey was standing beside the car. A feeling of relief that it was not a stranger passed briefly over her, but was rapidly replaced by one of extreme trepidation, as this was, after all, the woman who had made her strip naked in the first place. Miss Grey indicated for her to wind down the window, which Heather duly did. "Having trouble?" Miss Grey enquired with a slight smirk on her face. "I thought you'd be long gone by now." "My car won't start," Heather explained, the despair evident in her voice. "Oh dear, that's unfortunate." Miss Grey replied and was turning to leave when she was stopped by Heather saying, "Please... please can I have my clothes back." "The uniform belonged to me, remember?" Miss Grey responded, "and I'll return your underwear when you pay me the money you owe." "Please," Heather begged, "you can't leave me stranded here naked." "I could if I wanted," Miss Grey replied matter-of-factly. "You wouldn't," Heather gasped, not believing what she was hearing. Miss Grey stared intently at Heather for several seconds before breaking into a thin smile and saying, "No... I suppose not." "Thank you," Heather breathed with relief, "Where are my clothes?" "They're still in my office, and I'm not going back for them," Miss Grey informed her, and as Heather looked aghast, she continued, "but I will give you a lift." This relieved Heather somewhat; she may still be naked, but at least she could get home. She grabbed her keys from the ignition and was out of her car and locking it in a flash. As she finished, a car engine starting over the other side of the car park caused her to flinch and crouch down slightly, reminding her of her nakedness. "Where's your car," she asked anxiously as she turned to face Miss Grey. "Follow me," the store manageress answered and set off along the row of cars. Heather looked around furtively and then scurried after Miss Grey, acutely aware of her lack of clothes. Fortunately for her, Miss Grey's car was only parked about ten further along from Heather's, so they soon got there. But the clothed woman made a great deal out of rooting around in her handbag to find her car keys just to prolong Heather's agony slightly longer. At long last, she produced them, opened the driver's door, and got inside. She then leaned across to open Heather's door, and as soon as the lock was released, Heather was quickly inside. Miss Grey buckled her seat belt and, as she put the key in the ignition, she looked at Heather, who was sat there with her arms crossed over her breasts. "Don't forget your seat belt, dear," Miss Grey said condescendingly. Heather mumbled an acknowledgement and reached for her belt as Miss Grey started the engine and then reversed the car out of its parking place. They were soon out of the car park and driving down the road that was the way to both Heather's flat and Miss Grey's house. Miss Grey hummed contentedly to herself as she drove. Heather just sat there in silence, grateful that it was dark and that nobody could see in. They were about halfway home when, to Heather's horror, Miss Grey turned into a supermarket. "What are you doing?" she asked in fright as they entered the well-lit car park, and her naked body was suddenly far more illuminated than Heather desired. "I have some shopping to do," Miss Grey replied smugly. "You can't leave me naked in the car," Heather said in a shaky voice. Miss Grey drove to the furthest corner of the car park, still well-lit but devoid of other cars, and turned off the engine before answering, "Certainly not, I have all the records for my shop in the back of the car, I don't want you destroying them to get some sort of revenge whilst I'm gone." "But I... I c.. can't come with you like this," Heather stammered. "Of course not," Miss Grey laughed, "you can wait in the car park; there is a rubbish bin over there to shelter behind." "You can't be serious," Heather gasped. "Yes, I am," Miss Grey snapped, "So get out of my car before I drag you out by your hair." "Please," Heather begged. "OUT NOW!" Miss Grey shouted, and so frightened was Heather that she was out of the car in a flash and heading for the relative safety of the rubbish bin, which was about 10 yards from the car. Crouching down behind it, Heather peered over the top to see Miss Grey striding off towards the supermarket. Close to tears, she prayed that Miss Grey would not be very long, but deep down, she knew that the shop owner would take great delight in prolonging Heather's naked wait. Heather spent most of her time slumped behind her bin. Occasionally, she peered out from her hiding place in the vain hope that Miss Grey was returning, but each time, there was no sign of her, and she sat back down to wait some more. But then, on one of her quick peeks, she thought she saw a chink of light from the back of Miss Grey's car. A faint glimmer of hope that the tailgate hadn't been shut properly, causing the light to stay on, crossed her mind, and looking across the car park once more to see if anyone was near, she plucked up her courage to go and investigate. If she could get it open, perhaps she could hide in there until Miss Grey returned, she thought to herself. She took a deep breath and, after making one more check that nobody was nearby, darted out from behind the bin and scurried over to the car. She crouched down at the back of it and quickly tried the tailgate, which to her utter surprise, opened easily. But when she looked in, she saw that it was full of books and records belonging to Miss Grey's business, and there was no way she would be able to hide in there as well. Despair almost overwhelmed her, but then an idea hit her, and for the first time that evening, she broke into a smile. Ten minutes later, she returned to her rubbish bin to await Miss Grey's return. At long last, Heather spied Miss Grey approaching, carrying one small bag of shopping. She hadn't really needed to stop at the supermarket at all, Heather noted. Miss Grey walked past her car and over to Heather's bin. "Still here," she enquired cheerily. "Yes," Heather responded. "Good," Miss Grey continued, "Well, I'm afraid I met my friend Julie in the store, and she has invited me back for dinner." Heather had a good idea what was coming next. "So I'm afraid I can't take you home after all; you'll have to make your own way." Heather now knew that she had planned to dump her naked. But Miss Grey was rather taken aback by Heather's response, as she was expecting her to plead desperately rather than say, "Leave me here, and your business is finished." "What do you mean?" Miss Grey asked, rather concerned. Heather then explained that she had taken the liberty of removing all Miss Grey's business records from her car boot and had hidden them. "Give them back this instant," Miss Grey demanded, trying to sound as if she was in control. But in reality, she was now in trouble, as she knew that without her records, she would, at the very least, have serious problems or, more likely, as Heather quite rightly stated, she could be finished. She knew she had to get them back at all costs. She spent a minute walking around the immediate area to see if she could spot where Heather had put them, but to no avail.She finally returned to the bin and looked down at Heather. "OK, you win," she said unpleasantly, "What do you want?" "Clothes," Heather answered without hesitation. "Right, I'll go back into the store and see what I can get, they have a small clothes section," Miss Grey replied and turned away. "STOP!" Heather ordered, causing Miss Grey to freeze in her tracks, "I want your clothes." Miss Grey gulped but said nothing. "Come on," Heather added impatiently, "off with them." "I'll lend you my jacket," Miss Grey tried to bargain, the thought of being made to strip by Heather filling her with dread. "No deal," Heather snapped back, "I want every stitch you're wearing." "Please, not here," Miss Grey pleaded, now it was her turn to beg and she did not like it. "Right here, this instant," Heather ordered, making the most of her newfound power over her former boss. "Or you'll never see your shop records again." Miss Grey hung her head in defeat, she knew there was no way out of this, and she put her shopping down on the ground and then dropped her shoulder bag next to it. With shaking hands, she began to remove her business suit jacket, and as she slipped it off her arms, Heather said, "Put all the clothes on the car bonnet for now"; so dejectedly, Miss Grey did so. Now it was her turn to look around nervously as she kicked off her shoes and then reached up under her skirt and with some difficulty wriggled her tights down over her hips. Bending over, she pulled them down to her ankles and then off her feet before placing them on the car bonnet. Heather watched with a trace of amusement as clearly, she was removing first the garments that exposed her the least. Maybe she was hoping Heather wouldn't make her go all the way, but it was a vain hope. Miss Grey then looked around again before undoing the waist of her skirt and stood there holding it up until Heather prompted her from behind the litter bin to "Get on with it." Miss Grey then allowed the skirt to fall to the ground, revealing her slender, lightly tanned legs in the process. Stepping out of it and then picking it up to place on the car bonnet, she managed not to reveal her knickers due to the length of her blouse. She stopped again at this point, bare feet on the tarmac, and looked round carefully before starting to undo the buttons of her blouse. Once they were all done, she undid the cuff buttons and then took it off to leave her in just a bra and panties. As the blouse landed on the car, Heather tried to stifle a giggle as Miss Grey's underwear was revealed to the world. Heather had always imagined that her former boss would wear very plain, old-fashioned underwear beneath her business suits, yet her disrobing now left her displaying a bright red, matching set of very skimpy, lace-trimmed silk bra and knickers. To Heather, they seemed somewhat out of character for this prim and proper woman. Miss Grey was now extremely nervous; things had gone badly wrong for her, the humiliation of Heather had been great, but now the tables were turned, her stomach was churning. "Can I keep these?" she begged of Heather in a last-ditch attempt to keep her bra and panties. "NO!" Heather answered in a commanding voice, "you stripped me, now it's your turn." Miss Grey knew she had no choice, and as her face burned red with embarrassment, she undid and removed her bra, which made her small, pert breasts start to jiggle as she did so. Placing the garment on the car bonnet, she then pulled her knickers down and off and hurriedly put them on the car bonnet before almost immediately crouching down behind her car. Heather wasted no time and came out from behind the bin and over to the front of the car. She picked up Miss Grey's clothes and began to put them on. In a matter of minutes, she was attired in the business suit that her former boss had been wearing a few moments earlier; it was a size too big but fitted quite well and was far better than being naked. The bra she had decided was of little use to her, as Miss Grey was considerably less well developed in that area than she was, so once she had put the shoes on, which were also a size too big, she went and put it in the bin. A feeling of triumph filled her as she casually strolled back over to the car and walked round to the side where Miss Grey was cowering. She looked down at the naked woman and gloated. Miss Grey was on her knees, arms across her chest, looking down at the tarmac, her long black hair hung down obscuring her face. "Not very nice being stripped is it?" Heather asked. "No," Miss Grey replied in a whisper without looking up. "No indeed," Heather continued, "And I think you deserve to be left here like you were going to do to me." This caused Miss Grey to look up in fear. "N..n..oooo!" she howled, which made Heather laugh. "Why not?" Heather asked, enjoying every second of Miss Grey begging on her knees. "Y.yy. you can't, I mean, woul... please," Miss Grey stammered, close to panic. "Of course I wouldn't," Heather relented, watching relief flood across Miss Grey's face, "You can ride in the boot." Miss Grey was about to protest but then thought better of it and, under Heather's direction, she climbed into the boot and was still trying to get her naked body comfortable as the tailgate was slammed shut. Heather looked round briefly just to see if anybody had noticed what was happening, but there was still nobody near, so she walked over to where Miss Grey had put down her bags. Picking up the shoulder bag, Heather rummaged in it until she found a bunch of keys. She soon identified the car key and, picking up Miss Grey's shopping, made her way to the car. Despite the boot being open, the doors were still locked, so she unlocked them with the key and threw the bags across onto the passenger seat. But then, instead of getting in, she crouched down and reached under the car. Several minutes later, she had retrieved all Miss Grey's business records from their hiding place under the car and put them on the back seat. Now it was her who was humming contentedly as she got in and, in a short space of time, was driving out of the supermarket car park. As Heather drove towards her home, she stopped humming as the feeling of triumph began to fade, and she started to wonder what to do next. She had successfully turned the tables on Miss Grey, now locked naked in her car boot, but didn't know what her next move was going to be. As she wracked her brains, it occurred to her that Miss Grey had fully intended to leave her stranded naked at the supermarket, and she began to feel more than a little bit angry. Then she got stuck in the last of the evening traffic, which always made her angry, so by the time she turned onto the road that crossed the local park, she was in a particularly foul mood. Half-way across the park, which was more of a common due to there being very few trees, she saw the large car park that was provided for recreational purposes. At weekends, it was usually full of families out for walks, people exercising their dogs, and so on, but on a dark mid-week evening, it was empty. A sudden flash of inspiration crossed Heather, and she swung the car sharp left into the car park and then drove to the corner furthest from the road, where she stopped and turned off the engine. She was about to get out when she saw Miss Grey's shopping on the seat next to her, and out of some strange sort of curiosity, she could not resist seeing what was in it. Picking it up, she opened it and saw that it contained only a loaf of bread, some eggs, and a large bag of flour. Heather became annoyed again; Miss Grey had deliberately left her in the supermarket car park and spent ages in the shop just to humiliate her further. "The bitch," she muttered as she opened the car door, got out, and strode purposefully round to the rear of the car. Pulling the tailgate up, she looked into the back of the car and saw Miss Grey lying there, illuminated only by the small boot light. "Heather!" Miss Grey began. "Shut up," Heather snapped, "And get out of the car." "Please Heather," Miss Grey whined, "Can I have some clothes?" "No, you can't, Miss Grey," Heather replied curtly, "There's only one set, and I'm keeping them." "Oh!" Miss Grey moaned. "And while I remember," Heather continued, "You can call me Miss Graham from now on," Heather smiled as Miss Grey nodded in acknowledgement. "Good," she added, and then a thought struck her. "What's your first name? Calling you Miss Grey seems a little inappropriate in your current situation." "Susan," Miss Grey whispered, somewhat fearful of Heather. "Right then, Susan, get out of this car." Miss Grey slowly and stiffly extracted herself from the car boot and finally stood in front of Heather. Despite the near darkness, she still tried to cover herself as she looked about. "Where are we, Heath... I mean, Miss Graham?" she corrected herself. "In the middle of the park, Susan," Heather answered, making sure she emphasized the name Susan. After all, she had never known Miss Grey's first name all the time she had worked for her. "Why are we h.. h.. here," Miss Grey stuttered, knowing that she was not going to like the answer. "Because this is as far as you're going by car," Heather told her. "NO!" Miss Grey cried and dropped to her knees in front of Heather. "Yes," Heather answered, amused by the desperate look on her face. "You can walk from here, I take it you know the way to my house?" Miss Grey pleaded and begged. "You can't make me walk to your house naked," she wailed and started to cry. Normally Heather would have felt some sympathy, but the naked, tearful woman groveling in front of her had earlier stripped her and then planned to leave her naked at the supermarket. Miss Grey would have shown her no mercy if she hadn't managed to gain the upper hand, so she had no intention of letting her off the hook now. Heather looked down. "Shut up and listen," she ordered, and Miss Grey, still sniffing, gazed up at her through tearful eyes, "and don't interrupt!"You walk to my flat where I will leave your car and business records outside. I'll leave the keys on top of the driver's side front tire so you don't have to come knocking. Understand?" "Yes, Miss Graham," Miss Grey replied, and then added more desperately, "Please, can I have something to wear? Anything, please." "Anything?" Heather teased her. "Yes, anything," Miss Grey nodded in agreement. "Hang on a second," Heather replied and went round to the passenger side of the car as Miss Grey's hopes soared that she might get some clothing after all. Heather returned moments later carrying the shopping bag. Miss Grey, still on her knees, watched in puzzlement as Heather put the bag on the car roof and took out the eggs. She opened the carton, took one out, and quick as a flash, broke it over Miss Grey's head. "No!" Miss Grey squealed as the raw egg ran down her hair. She instinctively put her hands on her head, and they, of course, got covered as well. "Please, stop!" Miss Grey begged as the second egg broke over her head, closely followed by the third. She shook her head wildly, which just spread the goo further. By the time the sixth and last had been broken over Miss Grey, the raw eggs were running down her body, and she didn't help matters by trying, in a futile effort, to wipe them off with her hands. In actual fact, all she succeeded in doing was to spread it even more as she howled, "You cow." "Language," Heather tutted, as she picked up the bag of flour and, without Miss Grey seeing, moved upwind of her. She then ripped open the packet and emptied the contents over the forlorn Miss Grey's head and quickly stepped back as the flour settled. Miss Grey screamed in horror as the flour stuck to all the raw egg on her body. "Oh god," she cried and shook her head, causing more of the flour to fall and coat her body, "You rotten fucking bitch." This momentarily startled Heather as she looked down at the flour and egg-covered Miss Grey; she had never heard her swear before. "Well, you wanted something to wear," she laughed as Miss Grey began to struggle to her feet. Heather slipped by her and got into the car; quickly starting the engine, she spun the wheel and headed back to the main road. "Don't forget," she called, "I'll leave the car outside my flat," and drove off. "Come back!" Miss Grey cried and tried to run after the car. But she stopped, knowing it was hopeless, and watched in despair as it joined the traffic and disappeared. Miss Grey, who had started the day as a confident, well-dressed business woman, was now dumped naked, covered in flour and eggs, in the middle of a park. She sank to the ground and beat the car park with her fists in frustration. Miss Grey knelt there for about ten minutes, by which time she had regained her composure and, to some extent, her clinical business mind. As she finally hauled herself to her feet, she was able to assess her situation. She reckoned it was about two miles to Heather's flat, about a mile through the park and another mile through a housing estate. The first bit was easy, it being dark, and there was unlikely to be anybody else in the park, whilst the second half through the estate she didn't fancy at all. She also considered what she was going to do about getting even with Heather, but then concluded that she, herself, had started the events that led to her being in this mess. Therefore, she decided the best course of action was to get to her car, get dressed, and go home. Once there, she could get cleaned up, and forgetting all about Heather would probably be for the best. She set off across the park, keeping some distance from the still moderately busy main road. She made good progress, although she frequently winced or cursed as her bare feet came into contact with a rock or twig. Being a dark, cloudy night, she couldn't see very well, but knew that, conversely, nobody would be able to see her. It was only as she approached the edge of the park that she started to become self-conscious and involuntarily started to crouch more as she walked and cover herself with her hands and arms. As she got close to the road at the edge of the park, Miss Grey realized she had come out at more or less the right place; she recognized the corner shop where one had to turn to get to Heather's flat. A car pulled away from it as she watched, and even several minutes later, there was no other sign of activity, so she decided it was now or never. She moved closer to the road and the shop until she was hiding behind the last tree there was and only about 50 yards away. Still nothing seemed to be happening, so she took a deep breath and came out from behind the tree. She adopted a crouching sort of run with an arm across her breasts, but had barely covered 15 yards when she tripped over something and fell head-first into a pile of leaves. Miss Grey quickly regained her feet, only to find she now had dead leaves stuck to her as well as flour and eggs. She cursed Heather as she ran. She reached the edge of the park and was halfway across the road when, to her horror, two youths walked out of the shop. She stopped dead in her tracks right in the middle of the road, frozen to the spot, almost like a deer caught in car headlights. She stood there motionless, watching the youths as they opened the tins of beer they had just bought. Both in jeans and t-shirts with close-cropped hair, they were not the types Miss Grey would have wanted to tangle with even if she was fully clothed. One of the youths raised his tin and tipped his head back to take a swig, but as he did, he caught sight of the naked, flour-covered woman stood in the road. He stopped dead and stared, which resulted in him pouring a fair proportion of the contents of his tin down his front. He thought he must be seeing things at first, but the damp feeling down his t-shirt brought him to his senses, and he nudged his mate without taking his eyes off of Miss Grey. The nudge caused the other youth to spill his beer. "What the fu...?" he shouted and then stopped as he saw Miss Grey. At this point, Miss Grey instinctively decided it was time to go and took to her heels and ran. The two youths immediately gave chase; they didn't really know why, it just seemed the right thing to do, and after all, it wasn't every day you came across a naked woman. Miss Grey ran as fast as she could. She ran down several roads, turning the corners at the end of them in an attempt to lose her pursuers. She could hear them calling after her, which just spurred her on, and it wasn't long before the cries began to get fainter. Eventually, she dodged into a garden and hid behind a hedge. Gasping for breath, she tried not to make too much noise, whilst at the same time listening for the youths. Fortunately for her, they were two hopelessly unfit specimens and had given up the chase several minutes before Miss Grey came to a halt. Once she was convinced they were not following, she carefully came out from her hiding place and looked around. Anxiety began to gnaw at her as she made her way to the end of the road she was in and looked for the name of it. She found it and read it with ever-growing despair. "Bristol Avenue" it said, and it dawned on Miss Grey that she had no idea where she was. She knew the way to Heather's house from the shop, but that was it; she had been so preoccupied with losing the youths that she had taken no notice whatsoever of where she was going. She decided to retrace her steps to the shop, thinking that she would be able to find her way back from there, so she set off in what she thought was the right direction. Seconds later, a car appeared, and she quickly crouched down behind a parked van until it had passed. Miss Grey never got to the shop, for two hours she trailed around the streets not really knowing where she was, frequently hiding from passing cars and occasionally even having to avoid the odd pedestrian. She was tired, cold, and hungry, and her feet were very sore when she came to yet another road end. Mournfully, she looked for its name, "Clifford Road" her half-numb brain registered as she started to cross to carry on along the road she was already on. Then it struck her, and she looked again just to be sure, "Clifford Road", that was where Heather lived! With renewed vigor, she set off down the road, looking for her car, knowing that Heather lived in about the middle. Miss Grey had never felt so relieved as when she spied her car parked outside Heather's house. She ran up to the car and, crouching down, went round to the driver's side front wheel arch where she felt on top of the tire. This was where Heather had said she would leave the keys, and it was a relief when she felt them. She grabbed them and, still crouching, opened the car door before slipping inside. Before pulling the door shut, she had a quick look round the interior whilst the light was still on. "Shit!" she said out loud to herself when she realized that Heather hadn't left her clothes. Pulling the door closed, she toyed with the idea of going up to Heather's flat to see if she could persuade Heather to give them back to her. Then she thought it was unlikely Heather would, so instead, she put the key in the ignition and started the engine, driving home nude would not be that bad, and in her state, she would ruin any clothes anyway. Heather looked out of her window when she heard the engine start and remained there as Miss Grey drove off. She then turned round and picked up the mobile phone she had found in Miss Grey's bag. She dialed a three-digit number and, a few seconds later, said, "Police." A short pause followed as she was connected before she continued, "Hello, I wish to report a car that has just been stolen..."	4
99,759	W32.GIBE.B@MM: FEMINAZI FUCKTOY	Hungry took his new slave by the hand and walked her out of the banquet hall to his motorcar. Neither spoke during the drive back to Hungry's flat. He parked his motorcar in the car park outside the building and led her by the hand into the building, up the lift to the 3rd story, and to his flat. "Now what?" she asked. "Welcome to your new home, Fuck Toy." "Don't call me that! Use my name!" He slapped her face. "I own you, remember? I'll call you whatever I want to. Now, first, my slaves are not permitted to wear clothes while at home. Remove them." "What? Just like that? Remove my clothes?" He slapped her again. "You heard me, bitch! I own you. I own your body! Your body is my personal property to do with as I please. You will do as I say without question. You need to understand that I own you absolutely." "Yes," she whimpered. "So what are you waiting for, bitch?" She swallowed and pulled her blouse up over her head, then pulled her jeans down and kicked them off. She paused a moment as she stood there in front of him wearing just a bra and panties. "Did I tell you to stop?" he yelled at her. She reached behind her and unfastened her bra and dropped it on the floor. Lastly, she pulled her panties down and kicked them off. "Good girl." "Now what?" she asked. "Wait here," he answered and walked into his bedroom. He returned a moment later carrying a leather collar. He stood in front of her and reached around her neck with the collar. He buckled the collar snugly, but not too tight, and then clicked a small padlock onto the buckle pin. Attached to the collar by a single chain link was a dog tag with her new name, _Fuck Toy,_ under Hungry's personal monogram, indicating her to be his slave. He stepped back and ordered, "On your knees, slave!" She got to her knees as her dog tag jingled and looked up at him with a terrified look in her eyes. "I have test for you -- a test of your obedience," he said as he unzipped his slacks. He let his slacks drop to the floor. His cock sprang to attention when he pulled his underpants down and let them drop to his feet. "Oh God!" she exclaimed. "Yes. As you agreed, your body is my property to do as I command. You are to suck my cock, and do not stop sucking until I tell you to stop, and not a moment sooner." She just gasped. "Now, bitch!" he yelled. "Just pretend it's a really big clit." "What?" "Don't be shocked. I know _everything_ about you. Get that cock in your mouth! Now!" She leaned forward and closed her lips around his cock. She slid forward taking it deeper into her mouth. Slowly, she slid it in and out of her mouth, while sucking on it. The pressure quickly grew in his loins and he erupted into her mouth without delay. He pumped wads of cum into her mouth as she bobbed her head back and forth. She continued pumping and sucked him dry. Still she continued as commanded. He felt his cock go a little limp after coming, but after a few minutes, her continued sucking made him hard again and quickly brought him to climax a second time. She started slowing her motion and he figured that she must have been getting tired. "Did I tell you to slow down, bitch?" She hastened the pace of her sucking again. This time, it took him a little longer to get hard a third time, and still longer to cum a third time to her relentless sucking. He had finally become exhausted. "You may stop now," he panted. She let his cock out of her mouth and gasped for breath. After a moment, she said, "I'm glad _you_ liked it." He leaned down and slapped her again. "Don't take that attitude with me bitch!" "Sorry." "Sorry? Sorry!" He slapped her yet again. "I did not tell you to speak. And I did not ask you a question. That's a rule that you have to know by heart -- you do not speak unless I tell you to or I ask you a question that needs an answer. Otherwise you remain silent." She just nodded this time. "Here is the next lesson." He handed her a paperback _Gor_ book. "When I'm not using you, you will sit in that corner in this position," pointing to the busty slave on the cover of the book, "on your knees with your legs apart and your hands on your legs with your palms up and your head bowed down in respect. You will assume this position automatically whenever I am not using you. And you will not move from this position until I call you. Do you understand?" "Yes," she answered. "Do you have any questions? You may ask one question." "What if I have to use the loo while I'm sitting?" "You don't! I will tell you when to use the loo. I will give you several opportunities during the day. Otherwise, you will have to wait." She nodded again. "So what are you waiting for, bitch?" She walked over to the assigned corner and assumed the position. Hungry went about his daily routine, ignoring his slave for the rest of the day as she sat motionless in the corner. Near bedtime, he poured some cereal and milk in a dog dish and set it in front of her. "Eat," is all that he said to her. Later that evening, after his bath, he approached her and told her to take a bath too. He waited while she bathed, then led her into his bedroom. "Lie down on the bed on your back, Fuck Toy!" he told her. He sat on the bed next to her head and reached into his nightstand. He took a rubber and unrolled it onto his hard cock. "I can't stand these things," he said to no one in particular. Looking down at her he added with a grin, "We'll fix that soon enough." He mounted her and tried to slide his hard cock into her pussy. "Owww!" she whimpered. Hungry was about to slap her for speaking, but paused when he saw a tear rolling down Fuck Toy's cheek and only struck her gently. He reached between her legs and discovered that her cunt was bone dry. He put one of her nipples to his mouth and sucked in it until it was hard. Then he sucked on the other one until it, too, was hard. Then he rolled off her and walked over where her head rested on the bed. He climbed over her head and dove into her muff. He began by gently caressing her clit with his lips. He licked all around the perimeter of her twat. Then he started licking up and down the middle. He fucked her pussy with his tongue then moved to her clit, and then twirled and flicked her clit with his tongue. He pressed his tongue against her clit, and pressed it gently into the opening of her urethra just under her clit. He didn't know or care if she was resisting or not, but at that, she exploded in orgasm, throbbing and twitching under him. Then he crawled around on the bed to face her and plunged his still rubberized cock into her soaking pussy. Now, tears rolled down her cheeks as he pumped her cunt with all his might. It wasn't long before he came with moan after moan. Partially satisfied, he rolled off her, removed the cum-drenched rubber, then climbed back over her head again and mounted her body with his hips over her face. Next, he pinched her jaw open and plunged his rock-hard cock into her mouth. With his arms outstretched with his hands flat on the bed on both sides of her hips, he bore down on his hips and arched his back, practically placing his entire weight on her mouth with his crotch. Rocking his hips back and forth, the pressure in his loins quickly built again as her body throbbed from the gagging force of his cock down her throat under the full weight of his body. He came quickly yet again, as her body bucked and rocked while he shot wads of cum deep into her throat. Fully satisfied, Hungry turned around again and lay on top of Fuck Toy placing his legs between hers, rested his head on her shoulder, and fell to blissful sleep. The following morning, Hungry led Fuck Toy into his homebuilt dungeon and told her to sit down in a chair next to a workbench on which were mounted a pair of vices. He tied her securely to the chair then pulled her outstretched arm out straight and placed it between the jaws of the two vices. "Master," she whimpered, "what are you doing?" He slapped her for speaking out of turn, but answered, "I'm going to mark you as my slave, Fuck Toy.Fuck Toy whimpered as he turned the cranks to close the vices tightly onto her arm and wrist. He walked over to a counter and returned with a medical bag. Opening the bag, he removed a set of scalpels wrapped in gauze. Taking one, he began to carve the traditional symbol of a D/s slave in her upper arm. He used a clean scalpel for each cut. He made two strokes, cutting a deep V-gouge in her flesh, for each mark of the design. She bucked in her chair at the first cut, and he had to tighten the vices to prevent her from ruining the design. She screamed in agony at each slice. By the time he had finished the full design, Fuck Toy had passed out with her upper body slumped down in the chair hanging comically by her one arm clamped in place by the vices. Continuing, he resumed marking her as his. The symbol merely identified her as a slave. Beneath that symbol, he carved her name, "Fuck Toy," into her flesh. Then, below her name, he carved his personal monogram, marking her as his personal slave. He left her there, bound and clamped in place, the rest of the day so that she could not mar the design. He released her in the evening to prepare dinner, then he took her to bed after both having bathed. In a repeat of the previous night, he licked her wet, fucked her pussy, fucked her mouth, then fell to sleep with a satisfied sigh. The following day, Hungry poked Fuck Toy awake and told her to make them breakfast while he got dressed. After breakfast, he said to her, "Get dressed, Fuck Toy. Wear your jeans and a casual top." She began to speak, but then seemed to catch herself and went to get dressed. "I know a doctor who is kink-friendly," he said in answer to her unasked question. "I made an appointment for you." He took her down to the car park and he drove into downtown Somerville past the Somerset County courthouse and stopped at a doctor's office across Union Avenue from to Somerset Medical Center. After a short wait, the doctor brought them into his surgery. "How can I help you?" the doctor asked. "I want to get my slave fixed and de-clawed like a cat," Hungry told the doctor. Fuck Toy emitted a barely audible gasp when she heard what Hungry asked the doctor to do. The doctor examined her as Hungry watched. After the exam, the doctor scheduled an appointment the following week in his surgery to perform the procedure. The following day, after breakfast, Hungry walked over to his sofa and pulled an adult diaper out of a carton next to the sofa. Handing the diaper to Fuck Toy, he said to her, "Put this on, Fuck Toy." She burst into anger. "Will you stop calling me that?" He slapped her across the face harder than he had done before; so hard that she fell to the floor. "When will you understand that I own you absolutely? That I can call you whatever I want to? That I can do whatever I want with you?" "I'm sorry, Master." "Your name is Fuck Toy." She nodded in agreement. "Good. Wait here, Fuck Toy," he instructed her, and walked into the bedroom. When he returned, he was naked except for half a harness around his hips and the cock ring held snugly at the base of his dick, while the head half of the harness hung loosely from the ring. He stepped up to her, facing her with his cock throbbing just inches from her face. "Now open your mouth, Fuck Toy," he said. She opened her mouth and he stepped forward sliding his cock into it. Then he buckled the straps around the back of her head. Each time he buckled a strap, it forced his cock ever deeper into her mouth. He continued to buckle straps, forcing his cock all the way to the back of her mouth, making her gag. He buckled the last few straps forcing his cock down her throat, at which she started bucking involuntarily. "Calm down, Fuck Toy!" he scolded her. "You'll get used to it." He moved to sit on the sofa. "Move your ass, Fuck Toy, I want to sit down." He sat on the sofa with her head between his thighs harnessed to his cock. Her constant gagging felt like her throat muscles were milking his cock, and he exploded into her throat with a wave of ecstasy. As her gag reflex continued to milk his cock, he reached for the purse that he had left on the table and began rooting through it, taking inventory of his new automobile, credit cards, and other items. He wrote a "to-do" list of the chores that he must do over the next week or so. Then, he stood and started walking forward to the kitchen, gently pushing Fuck Toy to crawl backward on her knees with her head strapped to his crotch. He made it to the kitchen where he took a pizza out of the freezer and nuked it, and then grabbed a few beers from the fridge. Hungry slowly made his way back to the sofa in the living room and sat down. Sitting on the sofa with her head between his thighs harnessed to his cock, her constant gagging felt like her throat muscles were milking his cock, and he exploded into her throat yet again. After his climax had subsided, he clicked on the telly and proceeded to watch a rerun of Fawlty Towers that had just started playing on some obscure cable channel. After the programme, he had finished his pizza and had drank the four pints. It felt great to not have had to get up once to take a leak. He turned the telly off and slowly made his way into the loo where he sat on the toilet and took a shit. He wiped his ass and also reached down between his legs and wiped her chin where the water had splashed her when his shit splashed into the bowl. Then he made his way into the bedroom and led her into the bed. Still attached, Hungry slowly positioned Fuck Toy on the bed with her head under the covers and her legs sticking up over the headboard. He settled himself on top of her with his cock pressing down into her mouth. He grabbed a pillow, placed it on her crotch, and rested his head down to sleep. He came a few times during the night and, as with watching telly, it was wonderful to be able to piss during the night without having to even move from off the bed. He wore her constantly during the rest of the day and the following night, releasing her for only a few moments in the morning and evening to change her diaper. A couple of days later, Hungry brought Fuck Toy back into his dungeon and bound and clamped her as he had done before. This time, he produced a high-power soldering iron. After plugging it into a power point and letting it get hot, he retraced the symbol, her name, and his monogram with the burning hot tip. Again, he left her there the rest of the day to let the scar clot and heal over. The following week, Hungry brought Fuck Toy back to the doctor to have the sterilization and de-clawing procedure performed on her. The whole procedure took about three hours, including preparation, the operation itself, and the recovery. After the procedure, Hungry examined Fuck Toy. She had two red scars near her groin, but the most obvious change was that each of her fingertips and toe tips were removed -- now ending at stumps that had been the farthest knuckles. Fuck Toy didn't seem to be in too much pain, so Hungry paid the receptionist with his Virgin Atlantic card and returned home with her, pleased that he would no longer have to wear a bloody rubber whenever he fucked his Fuck Toy. Over the next two weeks, he sold off all his newly acquired property on eBay. Although, he kept a few articles of clothing for when she would need to go to market and run other errands. One night, Hungry had dragged out a triplet of steamer trunks stacked in one corner of his dungeon. He summoned Fuck Toy to observe him as he assembled the, obviously homebuilt, object. About 20 minutes later, there on the floor of the dungeon was a 15 cm. high padded platform 50 cm. wide and 180 cm. long. In addition, it also had a box mounted at one end with a toilet seat mounted on top of the box such that the seat was 38 cm. above the floor -- the standard height of a normal toilet seat. The thing had a number of shackles at about where a person's wrists and ankles would be. There was a 20 cm. diameter hole in the center of the flat surface about where a person's bum would be, with a Tupperware tub beneath the hole. The inside bottom of the toilet seat box was lined with plastic and heavily padded at the bottom. Satisfied that he had tightened the carriage bolts that fastened all the parts together, he summoned Fuck Toy over. He opened the toilet box that was hinged horizontally and held it open. "Lie down on that, Fuck Toy," he ordered her. With panic in her eyes, she obediently laid down on the platform and rested her head in the plastic lining of the bottom half of the toilet box. Then, he closed the box over her head leaving her face framed by the toilet seat. He latched the box closed and then latched the shackles on her wrists and ankles. He buckled several leather belts tightly across her chest, hips, and legs. Lastly, he placed a short section of white PVC pipe between her legs down into the Tupperware tub; it had a small near the top of the pipe facing her clit. At that, he left her to go to the kitchen to prepare his dinner. As he sat on his sofa to eat and have a pint, he caught a rerun of Absolutely Fabulous on the telly. After a time, the pint demanded release in the insistent way that ale does. He walked back into the dungeon and, nonchalantly, took a seat on the commode in which Fuck Toy's face was framed. She gasped as he leaned forward and inserted his limp dick into her mouth. At this, he said to her, "I trust that you realize that I expect you to swallow my water. You will be punished if you spit any out or let some spill out the sides of your mouth.Having never used a toilet slave before, it took Hungry a while to relax enough to let his piss flow into Fuck Toy's mouth. Eventually, he did relax and emptied his bladder into her mouth. He was surprised that she kept up with him in her swallowing and spilled very little. Since she did so well, he decided not to punish her for the few drops that she dribbled down her cheeks. It had become late, so he took his bath right after and retired to bed. The next day he awoke alone, realizing that he had left Fuck Toy locked in his toilet-slave bench. He realized that he missed her in his bed and decided that he would not be leaving her in his toilet bench overnight very often. However, he did realize that he needed to take a crap. He returned to the dungeon and took a seat on Fuck Toy's face, this time with his anus over her mouth. As he grunted and started to push a lump of shit out of his asshole, he pondered what other fun uses he could put his Fuck Toy to.	5
99,828	FAQ: HOW DO I TOILET-TRAIN MY SLAVE?	How Do I Toilet-Train My Slave? By: Hungry Guy ([email protected]) Q. How do I toilet-train my slave? A. It isn't so difficult to toilet-train a slave. 1. One night, let him out of his cage and have him sleep in bed with you. Tell him to rim you. Make sure your ass is clean and odor-free the first time. If he balks, you could promise him a reward in exchange, like a blowjob or letting him in your back door. Continue to ask him to rim you regularly. 2. Gradually reduce the rewards. 3. Start to ask him to rim you when you are not clean, like just after you've had a bowel movement. Do this regularly, but still wipe like you'd normally do--don't yet actually ask him to clean your anus with his tongue yet. 4. When he gets used to this, it is time to get him to start consuming actual waste. Start with piss, not shit. One night, tell him you need to pee and you don't feel like walking all the way to the bathroom. Have a plastic shower curtain liner handy. Put it down on the floor and tell him to lie on his back on it. Sit on his face, with your clitoris directly over his mouth, facing his feet, and pee in his mouth. Make sure you are sitting heavy with your full weight on his face so that no pee squirts out and makes a mess. Do it in short squirts so that he can keep up with it and swallow. Give him a hand job while you pee so that he associates your piss in his mouth with pleasure (Can you say "Pavlov?"). Try to time it so that he climaxes just after you finish peeing. He might vomit up afterward or dribble some, but that's what the plastic is for. And he still needs to learn to hold his breath for long periods of time, but that will come later. 5. Gradually increase it to two times a night--drink plenty of water before bed so that you will need to pee a few times during the night. 6. Eventually, you will decide that he will be your toilet every time you need to pee. 7. At this point, gradually increase the duration that you make him hold his breath. Use an egg timer or something similar--but don't let him see you doing this. At first, you want to make him hold his breath for no more than about 10 seconds at a time. Every day or two, increase his time between breaths by about 5 seconds. Eventually, you'll want him to be able to hold his breath for 3 to 4 minutes--an eternity for someone not accustomed to holding his breath for very long. If you sit and make him hold his breath for 4 minutes the very first time, he'll likely pass out. Passing out from holding your breath can be dangerous, so it's something you want to avoid happening--although he probably will pass out every so often, even after he has learned to hold his breath for long periods of time. 8. When you get him to where he can hold his breath for about 1 minute while you pee, it is time to move to shit. You are continuing to have him rim you regularly after you shit, right? 9. Start by telling him to rim you after you've taken a dump without having wiped. Tell him to lick you clean. Do this a few times. 10. After he has accepted cleaning your ass after you shit, it is time for him to become a full toilet. To shit, sit on his face facing away from his feet with your anus over his mouth, and let your bowels move into his open mouth. Your weight on his jaw will prevent him from being able to close his mouth. 11. Again, don't make him hold his breath longer than he has become able to. By this time, he should be able to hold his breath for about a minute, so you can excrete a couple of stools into his mouth before lifting up to let him take a breath and swallow. 12. From this moment on, he should become your full toilet at home every time you need to pee or shit. Continue increasing the time he holds his breath by a few seconds until he can hold his breath for about 4 minutes. Longer than 4 minutes is dangerous. 13. Be aware that many shopping malls and other public places have private "family" unisex restrooms. This provides opportunities to use your toilet slave, instead of some filthy public toilet seat, while you're out. 14. At this point, there is no reason why you can't dispose of other bodily gunk into his mouth too, like finger and toenail clippings, bellybutton lint, snot, etc. And don't forget to have him lick you clean regularly during your period. Congratulations! Your slave has been fully toilet-trained!	4
99,866	MINDY'S AUTOBIOGRAPHY	Hello everyone, this is Mindy. Yes, I am an actual person and not just a figment of Hungry's imagination. For the longest time, he's been asking me to write responses to his stories about me so you would get the story from my viewpoint. Now I've seen in the feedback section that I even have a few fans. I've written very little fiction, and I'm not even sure what I'd write for these stories. I mean, once I'm encased as a statue or installed as a toilet, there'd be very little for me to do other than just be an object. I'm sure what would be going through my mind is more along the lines of "Why the hell did I let myself get into this?" I mean, seriously, even someone who "wants" to be a toilet or statue is going to get bored with it very quickly and want out. I suppose I'll go into that later. What I guess I wanted to write here is more along the lines of why I would agree to some of these things to begin with. Over the years, I've found that I'm a bit of a special case, and most people don't understand me and what I'm looking for, so it's easier if I write out a long letter like this. Even then, a lot still don't get it, but at least Hungry does. I suppose the best place to start is the beginning. Even though I've heard a lot of people say this, I knew I was different from the start. As young as four or five, I knew there was something about me that I wasn't supposed to let others know. I know I had to have been that young because the earliest things I can remember usually dealt with nursery rhymes. In my world, Hansel and Gretel went into the oven like they were supposed to. The knight didn't arrive in time to save the fair maiden. And the prince didn't break the curse. When a witch turned you into something, you stayed that way. I'm not sure how I knew it was wrong to think this way, but I did, so I kept quiet. I suppose at this point I'd like to say that I'm not sure why I had the strange thoughts that I did. I came from a loving family that went to church most Sundays. I was never abused. No one was an alcoholic or anything. And my parents had a good marriage. I had an older sister, and we got along. While we weren't rich, we were pretty much middle class and had everything we needed. We were the typical average family. Anyway, as I got older, besides coming up with some fantasies of my own, I got a lot of new ideas from TV and movies. Any time I saw something happening to someone, I wished it was me. One of my favorites was seeing "House of Wax" with Vincent Price. You can't believe how much I ached to find someone who had a workshop setup where I'd be coated with wax and turned into a statue. Probably before I was even ten, I would even try to wander off a bit in hopes that I'd be 'captured'. I remember going to the hospital so my parents could visit someone, and I'd ask to go look at the gift shop, and they'd allow it so I wouldn't get bored while they talked. As I walked along the corridors, I'd imagine a nurse or doctor pulling me into a room, strapping me to an operating table, and then experimenting on me. Every time I was on an elevator, I'd be wishing it would stop on some hidden floor where someone would be waiting for me. If I was at a haunted house for Halloween, I'd hang back from the group in hopes that a secret panel would open and I'd be led into a secret room to become part of one of the torture displays. Once I even remember being allowed to roam around a huge furniture store while my parents shopped. (Parents could let their kids do that back then) I found what looked like a psychiatrist's couch in a dark corner of the store. I had this overwhelming thought that if I laid down on it, steel bands would spring out of the sides to hold me down, and a panel of the wall would open, allowing the couch to slide in where a mad scientist would be waiting for me. Of course, I knew it wasn't going to happen, but that didn't stop me from laying down on it. I suppose at this point I should explain that I have never been completely reckless in letting some idiot get his hands on me. To some, it might seem that I'm being picky and that if I'm looking to be used as a victim or a slave, I shouldn't have a right as to who gets me and how I am used. But I've never wanted to be caught by someone who simply wanted to rape me, slit my throat, and leave me dead by the side of the road. It's one thing to get pulled into a van knowing you're being taken to the lab of a mad scientist who will use you as a guinea pig to test his new device. It's another thing to just get stabbed by some moron who has to do it just because there's no other way for him to get a woman in real life. Anyway, now that I've explained that, let's get back to the reality of my life. I suppose that the easiest way to put things is that I've never had a zest for life. Whereas my sister was an excellent student, joined every club and sport she could, was always popular with a ton of friends, I just never got excited about things and couldn't see the point to them. I wasn't stupid, so I passed everything, but I couldn't throw myself into studying and getting straight A's - I usually just got by. I usually had friends, but I think it was more a matter of making sure we didn't go crazy from loneliness. I didn't have the close friends. Of course, part of this might have been from the fact that when the other girls wanted to play with dolls, I was always secretly wanting to put Barbie in dungeon scenes. When they wanted to play 'house', I was wanting to play "victim of the mad scientist." While the other girls avoided playing with boys, I liked it as long as we played 'cowboys and Indians' or 'capture the flag' or anything else where I'd get tied up. While I don't think I was a tomboy, I was just never into 'girlie' things. Of course, I'm sure that, being the younger of two girls, my father had probably been wishing for a boy. And while I was the one he took fishing and played catch with, I don't think that was a big influence. I just never liked playing dress up or anything like that. I remember absolutely hating it when I had to wear a dress or my mother or sister did something to my hair because we were going somewhere nice. I'd always look in the mirror and think I looked incredibly stupid like that. And before you say it, no, I don't wish I had been a boy. I'm not a female to male transsexual. I'm not a butch lesbian. I've just always thought that me trying to look feminine was a stupid idea. It's just not me. And so I just sorted floated along through life like that. The next big thing that I should probably mention would be my senior prom. Of course, I had never had a boyfriend. I had friends who were boys, but they were just friends. I'm sure a few of them would have wanted more, but I think most understood I wasn't interested in them that way. But by now, I was getting pressure from my family. I'd get asked (particularly by my mother and sister) if there were any boys I was interested in and when I'd invite someone over to the house. Just as a side note, I'm probably the only girl I can think of who was encouraged by her mother to date, get her ears pierced, and wear makeup. I remember friends telling me of fights they had had with their parents over those issues, and the parents always saying no as a way to keep their daughters under their control. I think my family eventually figured out there was something different about me and, because I had waited so long and never brought up the issues, started encouraging me to do those things. Anyway, back to the subject. I didn't go to my junior prom. No one asked, and I wasn't interested anyway. But for my senior prom, a friend asked me to go. Of course, I wasn't really interested in going, but I figured if I went, it would maybe make my family happy. I made sure he understood that I was just going as a friend, and he said that's all he had wanted. He was wanting to go, but since he didn't have a girlfriend, he thought we'd just go together as friends. Of course, my family was excited about the news. And of course, the deeper I got into it, the less I was. Let's start with the dress. As I've already explained, I hated anything feminine. I was not into clothes and certainly not into shopping. While I'm sure most of the girls at school had an adventure while picking out their dream dress, I was in a nightmare. I went to the mall with a friend to shop, and I think she got a little mad at me because every time she pulled something out for either her or me and asked my opinion, I would usually just say "whatever" or "I don't know". The weekend before the prom, my sister came home just to go shopping with me and my mother because I hadn't gotten one yet. Well, they finally picked one out for me. Then the day of the prom, my mother sent my sister, a friend of mine, and me to the salon for the day. I think my sister was there just to make sure I actually came back with my hair, makeup, and nails done.Needless to say, this was the most dressed up I had ever been, and I wound up feeling like a complete idiot all night. Fortunately, it wasn't long after the prom that we graduated, and I no longer had to pretend that my friend was really my boyfriend. Off to college I went. Why? I'll never know. Actually, I do know. Once again, it was my parents. My sister had gone to college and become a nurse. Just after graduating, she married an engineer. Of course, everyone wants to go to college. Everyone has to go to college to be successful. What they couldn't understand is that I didn't want to go to college. But, of course, I went. This was another huge mistake in my life. I took all those basic, stupid courses that everyone needs to take the first year and wound up going into accounting my second year. While I suppose I had more freedom at college, I wasn't sure what to do with it. I still didn't want to date, but at least, since I was away from my family, there wasn't the constant pressure to have a boyfriend. I remember doing a lot of walking back then. Whenever I wasn't in class (and sometimes when I was supposed to be as well), I'd usually be reading or out for a long walk. It could have been my old desire to be abducted by someone driving by in a van, but it's probably more like I just didn't want to be around people. Needless to say, I didn't finish college. So I went back home. Partly because I didn't have any money, partly because I wasn't sure what else to do in life. I knew what I didn't want to do. But for the few things I did want to do (becoming a slave of various sorts), it wasn't listed in the help wanted ads (probably wouldn't have paid the rent anyway). Since I had a little office training, I got a job working for a small trucking company. Life again just sort of plodded along for a few years. I was always trying to avoid my parents' questions about when I was going to get a boyfriend; of course, now the idea of marriage was in the picture. I don't think it was that they wanted me out of the house as much as it was they just wanted their daughter to be 'normal'. While my parents never mentioned it, my sister did bring up the idea of me being a lesbian a couple of times. I'm sure she was just the front for my mother and reported back to her. Then, after a couple of years, it happened. If you think that means that I met the man of my dreams and fell in love, clearly you haven't been paying attention that closely or you'd know me better than that. While it does involve me meeting a man, it's more like I was leaving work one day and my car wouldn't start. The man was one of the mechanics for the company. He got my car running, and I thought that was the end of it. I saw him around after that, but it wasn't until someone else in the office pointed out that he had the hots for me that I noticed it. I never was good at figuring those things out. After a while, he asked me out, and, mostly because I was tired of my parents asking, I accepted. While it was just casual dating, things eventually got out of hand. By that, I mean he proposed. And in what I feel like was the worst mistake of my life, I accepted. Just for a moment, I'd like to say something in my own defense. There is a lot of pressure on women to get married. All our lives, we're told it's the most important day of our life, and the older you get without being married, the more people wonder what's wrong with you. Apparently, there are a lot of women who get married without really loving the man they marry, so I wasn't alone. I've heard many women talk about why they got married to the man they did, and one of the most common answers is "he was the only one asking". Sometimes it's the fear of being alone; in mine, it was to get away from my parents and to appear more normal because marriage and family are supposed to be important to women. In the wake of that 'runaway bride' story, I heard that 1 in 5 engagements never even makes it to the altar. After a few months, one of them realizes it was a mistake and they call it off. But a lot of them go through with it. They see all the preparations that were made, all their family and friends already know, so how can they back out? That's why that woman ran and said she was abducted. I wish I had done that. Getting married to someone you don't love or for the wrong reason is far worse. At least I know I wasn't alone in it. Anyway, back to my story. He was a nice guy, and we had fun together. I suppose I hadn't noticed we had been dating for about 2 years when he proposed, and I guess he thought that was the next step. If I said no, I thought we'd stop dating, and I didn't want to explain to my parents why we broke up, so I said yes. Planning for the wedding was like the prom only ten times worse. My mother, sister, and bridesmaids were more concerned about my dress than I was. The hours we spent looking, and to me, they all looked the same after the first three. They'd keep asking me which one I liked better, but it's like I couldn't tell a difference; they were all white. It was the same for everything from invitations to flowers. It didn't matter to me. I should have backed out, but it kept getting harder as it went. And so, one day, I found myself married. And that day, I would have been more excited to have been at home with a video or out mini-golfing. Once we were married, I suppose I tried to be a wife. It probably would have been better if we just tried to be friendly roommates, though. I suppose that everything was pretty much normal, and life wasn't so bad. We took trips, we did things, we got along well. For a time, we even did a little bit of bondage. I never let him know the extent of my fantasies, but he'd tie me up, and my mind could wander a bit. Then the second biggest mistake of my life happened. Even though it was more traumatic, it wouldn't have happened if I hadn't made the first mistake of getting married. About two years into the marriage, I broke down and went off the pill. It was a combination of everyone asking when we were going to have children and him saying he was wanting to have them, so I gave in. It took a while, but I eventually got pregnant. I'd rather not say much more than I lost the baby. He was a boy, and he was just too early, and they couldn't save him. I have to feel it was my fault because I didn't want to be pregnant in the first place. Besides getting married and all the other things a woman is supposed to want to do in life, she's supposed to want to have children, and I didn't. After that, it was an avalanche of misery. Just a few months after that happened, the trucking company we both worked for went out of business. Our insurance hadn't been too good to begin with, so the doctor's bills were piling up, but with losing our jobs, we had no insurance, and I was still seeing the doctor. My parents tried to help out a little, but we wound up filing for bankruptcy soon after. My grandmother died just about the same time, but she had not known I had lost the baby. She was too far gone with Alzheimer's to even recognize my mother anymore. The death of my baby and her mother were probably just too much for my mother. She was diagnosed with cancer a few years before, but with the treatments, she had been doing better. But having lost her parents and now a grandchild, I think she got depressed, and somehow, in her weakened state, she was more vulnerable. My father died of heart failure a few months later. I think he was just too upset about losing her. As you can imagine, with all the crap happening, along with the fact that I was never little Miss Mary Sunshine to begin with, it wasn't a thrill to be living with me. By then, I was drinking quite a bit. We had been married a little over four years when he left. I don't blame him at all. I finally found a job in a factory. I got a little one-bedroom apartment and mostly drank and watched TV. I don't know how I wound up with it, but I had the computer we had bought when we were married. I never used it much, and at first, didn't even have it hooked up, but one day, I went online and started finding chat rooms and websites all about the fantasies I had always had. Well, I started looking and talking to people. I joined the local d/s group. I decided that since I knew I didn't want to ever have a normal relationship again, that I would try to find someone to help fulfill one of those bizarre fantasies. For some reason, it feels like that is my purpose in life. For most people, that kind of feeling usually leads them to a particular career or a religion, maybe to help out a certain charity or cause. It guides them to get married and raise a family. For me, I feel like I'm meant to be the damsel-in-distress who doesn't get rescued. Ever. I have been divorced for ten years, and I'm still looking. Most of the people I've talked to are either nice men who, no matter what they say, want more of a wife/girlfriend who will do kinky things. I know a lot of them talk about being a strict 24/7 master, but you wouldn't believe how many 'slaves' I've talked to who feel they are rarely treated as one. I've seen many d/s relationships end because it was too much like a normal husband/wife relationship, and I know that's not what I need, along with so many other women. The other type of person I always seem to encounter is the one who talks big and says all the right things but then winds up being married, and this is just an online game to him. I've talked to probably hundreds of each kind and can tell the warning signs, so while I probably sometimes seem rude to some, I just know when to call it quits early in the talking phase. So where am I today? Pretty much sitting in the same spot I was years ago.I've got something of an escape plan for when I do find the right person, and I've already taken steps to make sure no one would ever come looking for me. But for now, I sit and wait. The only person there's even a chance would ever look for me is my sister, but I'm making sure even that wouldn't happen. So where do I go from here? Probably nowhere. I know some people would talk about that if I'm unhappy with my life, I should go back to college and get a better job and all those other things. But I've been there. I was given a good start in life and had those chances, but I know those things won't make me happy. Right now, I'm working two part-time jobs at gas stations, and I'm miserable. If I went back to college, sure I could get a better job, but I know I'd be just as miserable no matter what job it was. Yes, I could have a better apartment or even a house, but I know that's not what I want. I'd have a better car, but that's not it either. And I definitely know I don't want 'the right man' or to start a family. So I suppose that for now, I'll have to be content sitting in front of the computer (which is so old it barely works anymore) or the TV, living on wine and Maalox, until the right situation occurs. The only things I've thought of doing on my own are either escaping by learning to drive a truck or disappearing to another part of the country and having myself committed to a mental institution for the rest of my life. Maybe a straightjacket, a padded cell, and some electric shock therapy is what I need. So what am I looking for? Well, the exact fantasy isn't important. I've dreamt of just about everything. I've told many people if they give me their fantasy, then I can come up with the details under which I'd submit to it. Unfortunately, most people I talk to either want the kinky wife/girlfriend or they want just a general "cook my dinner, clean my house and let me beat and fuck you whenever I want" type of slave. And those who do have a particular purpose in mind for me never seem to have thought it through properly. There are a lot of people who would say that a real slave isn't supposed to have a say in what happens to them or who owns them, and they just have to accept their fate. Well, if that's true, then I guess I'm not really a slave. Maybe the better description for me is the unwilling, damsel-in-distress victim type. I really do think that if I'm handing my life over to someone who is going to lock me into some sort of device and never let me go, then I have the right to decide which device I'm going into. After that, though, I don't want to ever be released. Here are some of the basic guidelines: 1. I would prefer something bizarre and unusual. Not just "I'll keep you chained up in my dungeon." Even if you do have a large dungeon with a lot of interesting toys, that's not exactly what I'm looking for. 2. It has to be permanent. I don't want to ever go back to the 'real world'. 3. Once it starts, it has to be done in such a way that I don't have to willingly cooperate. At least to some extent. The idea of being completely bound and having no choice no matter how hard I fought back is best, but I'm open to other options. The basic fantasy of mine goes like this. I meet someone only who wants to do "X" to me, and for now, X is just whatever fantasy you want to imagine. I'd have to make sure they were serious and could really do what they claimed. I'd want pictures of the equipment of wherever it was I'd be kept. Only after making sure they were for real would I disappear and go to them. I'd ask to be shown to the room with the equipment and to be left alone for a while. Here's where my fantasies take over. I'd be transfixed by whatever it was, dreaming of being the captured girl early on in the movie (the one who is strapped in and the audience sees what the machine does to her so they know how dangerous it is later on when the female star is captured later only to be rescued). Anyway, I'd be lost in my fantasies, dreaming of what it would be like to be strapped in, knowing that at any moment "X" was going to happen or, depending on what it is, that I was never going to escape. I'd probably sit or lie down just to see how it feels and then get back up. Without even thinking about stripping, I know I would, and then I'd get back in. If there were a system that would automatically lock or I locked myself, I'd be playing with it. I'd either have my finger on the button, seeing how much pressure I had to put on it before it activated, or how far I could let the door swing shut before it snapped shut and locked. After a while, I know I would let it go further and further until finally, it did lock. After that, the person comes back into the room, and it begins. If it wasn't anything that was automatic or I did myself, I would have told them to come back in after ten minutes. When they did, they would find me naked, in position, and waiting to be strapped in. Anyway, that's the basic fantasy for me, just insert your particular details into it. It works great with the "House of Wax" fantasy where I discover a sort of booth where the victim stands and is then sprayed with wax. I'd be in there naked, letting the door close a little further each time until it finally latched shut, and I can do nothing but stand there and wait for the sculptor to come back and turn me into a statue. Of course, I know that's fantasy and probably wouldn't work in real life, but I've always hoped to find someone who loved that fantasy so much that they actually tried building the equipment. So how about some examples? Since I'm already on the statue one, let's start there. The ideal for me is some sort of setup like that where, once I'm strapped in, a posed or locked into the booth or whatever, I'm covered with something and can never move again. It would be permanent. Even if it's not some quick spraying with wax or whatever, show me a framework where the victim is locked in and posed and then slowly covered with plaster or something similar. Just as long as once I'm locked in, I no longer have to cooperate. The next one would have to be the toilet fantasy. If you've been paying attention and learned something about me, you already know that if you showed me a device in which you could lock someone and force them to be a toilet and consume waste, that's what I need. The best would be something where I'm concealed in the plumbing and never even have contact with people. I'm just part of the sewage processing. Get creative but stick to those guidelines, and most anything goes. The next best thing would be something where I'm accepting the waste directly from the person. If the device was just right, I might do it. What I don't think I'd ever do is willingly just get under the person and take it as they let it out. Sorry, but that just wouldn't work. Most people probably know what a pony girl is. When I was involved with local d/s groups, I knew quite a few of them. They loved playing the part of a pony for either a scene or even a weekend or week-long pony event. In talking to some of them, even though they liked doing it and wanted to do it, they'd sometimes fantasize about being taken to a ranch where they are forced to remain a pony with no safe word for an out. If they had the chance and if they could afford to take the time off from the real world, a couple said they'd agree to do that for a whole summer. Me? I've never pretended to be a pony. I'm not sure I could do it with a straight face. I don't ever want to hurt someone's feelings, so I'm not calling pony play silly. What I'm saying is ME pretending to be a pony would be silly. I could never get into it. But, show me the secluded ranch, show me the specially designed harnesses and stalls designed to permanently keep someone as a pony for the rest of their life no matter how much they resisted, and I'd sign up for it. This is almost starting to feel like a little game. Name the fetish, and see if she can come up with the details under which she'd give the rest of her life to it. So folks, if you've been paying attention, even you should be able to give the details to it by now. It doesn't matter what the fantasy is, as long as it follows the basic guidelines, I'd probably do it. Even if in the normal world, I'd want no part of it. Over the years, I've talked to people about most every fantasy you can think of and probably some you've never heard of. If done right, I'd agree to be encased as a statue, mannequin, doll, or robot. I'd become a toilet or a piece of furniture. I'd be transformed into an animal or an adult baby. I'd agree to have medical or psychological experiments done on me by a mad scientist. I'd agree to be force-fed until I'm the fattest woman on earth or corset-trained until I'm ready to snap in half. I'd agree to be buried alive, roasted in an oven as dinner, or put on death row and executed. About the only thing I won't agree to are people who simply want a slave to obey them all the time for housework, beating, and sex. If a slave is someone who's supposed to do what they're told, then I guess I'm not a slave or a submissive. I'm looking to be an unwilling, damsel-in-distress victim from a bad movie. And do I "WANT" to do these things? Do I get "turned on" by them? Not really. It's not a sexual thing for me. I'm not sure why doing things this way would appeal to me. I'm pretty sure I'm not insane. I'm rational and know what I want. I just want something that not many other people want.I know I don't want to spend the rest of my life as a toilet, a statue, a pony, fat beyond belief, or die in the process. But if shown the equipment and I knew it worked, if given the right opportunity, I'm pretty sure I'd lock myself in and let it start, knowing that as soon as it did, I'd come to my senses and want out. But if I suspected before it began that you'd let me out as soon as I objected or after you figure I'd had enough, I'd never let it begin. Anyway, folks, so that's me. Think what you want. But if you want to chat about whatever fantasy it is you want to do because you figure you'll never find someone who'd submit to it, give me a try. Love, Mindy [email protected]	4
99,874	Yesterday's Leotard Poop (true account)	Hi! I'm Vesta, and I'm both a lifelong crossdresser and an active panty pooper, having been doing both since my childhood in the early 1970s. Other than a little "pudge" (which I'm working to get rid of), I think I look pretty good for a white guy in his late 40s. Below is a true account of the fun I had yesterday evening. I spent a good hour and fifteen minutes totally enjoying the activities as described here, and I hope that you enjoy my descriptions as well. First, a little background about me. My crossdressing and panty pooping are directly connected, and since I wear women's underwear almost exclusively, that is also what I like to do the deed in. While I have a dresser full of panties, women's t-shirts, bras, and sexy lingerie, I have a strong preference to wear women's dance leotards as underwear, usually (but not always) worn over hose or tights without panties underneath. A leotard is a one-piece garment similar to a woman's swimsuit, except there are usually long or short sleeves attached (like a shirt) and the fabric is a lighter weight than what is used in a swimsuit. They are usually worn for dance class, gymnastics, and exercise. With many crossdressers, there is a strong visual and physical/tactile component which adds the element of clothing fetishization to the crossdressing desires. In my case, the look and feel of wearing a leotard can give me quite a rise, hence they are my favorite clothing item for fetish fun. My favorites are the ones which are cut moderately high on the legs, with long sleeves and a wide, feminine scoop neck. As for my clothes pooping, there are also strong visual and physical/tactile aspects which every experienced panty or pants pooper is quite familiar with. Now combine these, and you can see how my two fetishes fit neatly together. While my closet is filled with a nice assortment of women's leotards in various styles and colors (every one has been BM'd in at least once), there is a special one that I set aside specifically for panty poop sex. It is made from a lightweight, second-skin stretch spandex fabric that was dyed the most gorgeous, vibrant "raspberry-violet" color, and it is by far the sexiest piece of women's clothing I own. I also donned my black 4-inch stiletto high heels because I love the shape wearing high heels gives my legs and rear-end, especially when wearing my special leotard. I was clean-shaven, including my legs (skipped the pantyhose), and in spite of me being a guy, I was looking quite the part (think "plus-size crossdresser beauty pageant one-piece competition" for an idea of what I looked like). I spent a few minutes admiring myself in the mirrors, enjoying how my sexy women's stretch-spandex leotard looks and feels on my body, the way the leotard's leg line rises from my crotch in front to my waist on the sides, making a nearly perfect "V" shape, then covering my derriere in the back, leaving hints of skin on the sides (like women's "cheeky" panties) before returning under my crotch. Long sleeves and a sexy "scoop" neckline for a complete feminine style. And with my high heels on, I was totally rocking it! Feeling that the time was right, I first peed in the toilet, then positioned myself standing in between the mirrors so I could see my back as well as my front and spaced my feet so my legs were comfortably apart. Since I had been holding all day, it didn't take much effort to get things moving. First, that familiar cracking sound, then in the mirrors, I could see my sausage-shaped obscenity starting to poke out the seat of my leotard. As the mass of brown lust exited my anus and bulged out the seat of my leotard, I reached behind with my hands and formed it to follow the groove between my butt cheeks, shaping it with my fingertips until my leotard's luscious spandex fabric was soiled through. A sticky, greasy, gooey yet unbelievably sexy chocolate brown stain dominated the fabric down the middle of the seat where it was bulged out, beautifully framed by pristine, clean raspberry-violet spandex covering my ass cheeks on each side; I found this especially arousing. This is when I came the first time, pulling my erect, hard cock out from under my leotard, through the right leg opening and gently, ever so slowly taking my time, teasing myself, on then off then on again to extend my arousal for as long as possible until a hormone rush forced a stream of sticky jizz out of me, dripping down on my shoes below. But I was far from finished. Not being totally empty, I gave my rectum a deliberate push, depositing another two times as much stool in my leotard as the first round. As the second round came out, I could feel the mass of my brown lust weigh down my leotard, the fabric gently tugging up my back the whole way to my shoulders. I sat down on the toilet, "normal operating position" with one of the mirrors placed directly in front of me. For a moment, I admired my clean-shaven legs and the way wearing my 4-inch stiletto heels give my legs extra definition, even when sitting down. Even more rocking was that gorgeous leotard of mine and the way it sits perfectly on my body, showing just the right amount of skin and cut just high enough at the legs. At this point, I was rock hard again, in spite of cumming just minutes earlier. There was more than enough of my brown sleaze to have some extra enjoyment, so with my fingertips, I reached underneath and pulled the excess excrement from my derriere down and in between my legs, completely covering my crotch to the base of my cock. I shaped and molded the poop between my legs so the crotch of my leotard was pushed away from my skin, making my number two clearly visible from each side, under the fabric, between my legs. The overt feeling of a healthy BM spread from my anus, between my legs to the base of my cock and balls was pure ecstasy, and I loved the way my warm brown obscenity feels wedged between my ass cheeks and especially when pressed up against my crotch. Yes, I rocked my leotard! Needless to say, at this point, I came a second time and was so rushed with hormones I was unable to hold off on my orgasm. I pulled my rock-hard cock back out, stroked it once, and more sticky jizz shot out of me, dribbling on the seat and down the front of the toilet. In spite of being quite exhausted after all of that, I managed to cum yet a third time in the shower with my then cleaned up but soaking wet leotard still on. Yesterday was a great day indeed!	4
100,000	Mother knows best.	He looked directly into her eyes, and she unwaveringly met his gaze. I watched this frozen and silent tableau in mute fascination. It was possibly only for three or four seconds, but at the time, it seemed to take an age. Slowly, he lowered his hand. Silently, and without either apparently noticing, I left the room and went into Ben's former bedroom where I had left my overnight case. I quickly found my camera and swiftly changed the memory card to the one I kept solely for taking photographs of Ben's mother. As I was about to re-enter her bedroom, I heard her voice. "Ben, this can't happen like this. Please untie me." "But I want to touch you," he said, "I want to know what it feels like. I just don't know what to do with a woman." "Well, Ben, it doesn't have to be like this." "How can it be then?" She paused and looked up at him, and then glanced at me where I'd reoccupied the chair which I'd recently left. I nodded. She gave the slightest nod in return and then looked back at Ben. "Untie me, Ben. I won't stop you, just untie me, please." He hesitated, then reached across and pulled the scarf away from her wrist and then did the same to the other. "And now my legs, Ben. Untie my legs." He stood and did as she had asked him, firstly one leg and then, after a little hesitation, the other. He stood by the side of the bed, looking down at his mother. After a couple of seconds or so, he quickly pulled off his T-shirt and let it drop to the floor, and sat next to her on the bed. Then, in one fluid movement, she reached up, put her hand behind his head, and pulled him down onto her breast. To this day, I am unsure who gasped the loudest, Ben or me. His mouth found her nipple, and he sucked gently on it as he had done so many years earlier. After a silent half minute or so, she gently pulled his head away and moved him to her other breast; I noticed the wetness and erection of her nipple as he did so. I was aware that my penis was so hard and erect that it was bordering on being painful. I also realized that I was holding the camera. I fumbled slightly and turned it on. The faint click of the shutter didn't go unnoticed, and she glanced across at me as she suckled her son. She looked away from me and looked down to Ben's head on her breast. "Come and lay beside me, Ben," she said quietly, and shifted to one side to make room for him. He released her breast from his lips and moved to lay full length beside her. She kissed him on his forehead and then very lightly on his mouth. She broke the kiss, and I noticed that Ben tried to hang on to it as she pulled away, and instead, she pulled him closely beside her and cradled him to her. They lay together for a while, and then she reached across and took his hand and laid it on her breast. He immediately began to massage it in a fumbling sort of way as a boy would when he first feels a breast. "Gently, Ben. Slowly; take your time, there's no rush." He did as she asked, and he ran his hand slowly over her breast and nipple for a while until she took his hand and moved it to her other breast. I noticed that her breathing had quickened slightly, and her eyes were half shut, but most of all, I noticed that her nipples were rigid as I've ever seen them. As he continued to gently massage her breast, she touched his face, and when he looked up to her, she kissed him, and this time, it was a lingering kiss given with some feeling. I heard him taking deep breaths through his nose, and he started to more forcefully massage her breasts, which she stilled by taking his hand and holding it until he started to move it again, but gently this time. I watched this in silence for several minutes, occasionally taking a picture. There was no doubt that both of them were lost in the moment; she lay there with her eyes half closed as Ben gently massaged her breasts as they exchanged kisses. After a while, she pressed Ben's head down to her breasts. "Gently now," was all she said. And he was. He kissed and sucked each breast in turn while massaging the other. After a minute or so, he became braver and slid his hand from her breasts and across her stomach. Before he reached his goal, however, she took hold of his hand and halted its travel. "Not yet," she said, pulling away from him. "Lay on your back," she said in a surprisingly commanding tone. He did as she said, but he didn't straighten his legs. She gently told him to straighten them. As he did so, his erection became obvious in his shorts. He looked slightly embarrassed, but her only reaction was to kneel beside him, looking down at him. She then slowly reached for the waistband of his trunks and pulled them down in one movement and off, and then dropped them by the side of the bed. "My, you have grown into a big boy," she said, smiling. He reddened slightly but said nothing. In the silence that followed, she gazed firstly at his face and then at his hardened penis. Slowly, very gently, she reached and took hold of it. She looked at his face to gauge his reaction and then, without dropping her gaze, she worked his pre-come over the head of his penis before very gently stroking it. Both she and I watched his face, looking for any sign that he might cum. She was very astute, as a woman of her experience would be, and she stopped even before I had noticed any sign. She let it go, looked down on him, and then lay beside him. When his breathing quietened, she pulled him against her breast. As he gently kissed it, she took his hand and placed it between her legs. As I stood to take a photograph, I could appreciate how wet she had become from her own arousal and also from my cum now leaking from her. He fumbled around until almost by accident he slid a finger into her. Both of them gasped simultaneously. The look on his face, almost of shock, as he quickly removed his hand. Wordlessly, she reached across and took his hand and guided it back to her. This time, he was able to consciously slide a finger into her and then, to my surprise, slid in a second one. Through some instinct or other, he started to work his fingers inside her, and I watched as the expression on her face showed the pleasure she was experiencing. Additionally, I could hear the sound of her wetness as he stimulated her. As he did so, she gently rocked her hips back and forth, trying to match his rhythm. It couldn't have been longer than a couple of minutes before she reached down and pulled his hand away from her. "Lay on your back, Ben," she said quietly. He did as she asked. Then, looking directly at him, she knelt astride him, reached down, took the hand that he used on her, and slowly quite deliberately sucked the two fingers he had used inside her. "Lay still, Ben," she said quietly, "whatever you do, don't move. Do you understand me?" He didn't reply; he just nodded. I briefly looked away from this erotic spectacle as I fumbled with the camera and switched it to video mode and placed it on the table beside me, turned towards the bed. As I watched, in one continuous movement and without using her hands, she lowered herself onto his rigid cock and impaled herself up to its hilt. How on earth Ben (or I) didn't cum at that moment, I will never understand. I had never seen anything so erotic, and this was his first time inside a woman. I think we both held our breath as she sat perfectly still, saying nothing, looking down on his face. She sat perfectly still for must have been two or even three minutes; the only sound in the room was Ben's breathing as he gazed up at his mother. Then, very slowly, she lifted herself slightly, sliding herself up his cock. She paused and then sank slowly down again, and then waited half a minute or so. Then she repeated the movement again and then paused. And then she did the same again, pausing each time. She did this six or so times and then stopped again. Then, she did it again, but this time, she didn't pause at the end of every stroke. As I watched transfixed, she slowly, deliberately, and gently pleasured her son and, given the sound of her wetness, herself. To his great credit, Ben hung on for as long as he was able, which was perhaps a minute or so, and then it was obvious that he couldn't contain himself any longer. When she noticed, she quickened her pace and pushed down hard onto him at every stroke. With that special sound he makes, and with which I am familiar, he came. As he did, she lunged deeply onto him. In that wonderful, exquisite agony of an intense orgasm, he sat up, and as he did so, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him toward her, pressing his head to her breasts.I listened to his muffled gasps as each spasm took him, and watched as she leaned slightly forward, stroking his hair and making comforting noises as one might to a child, which, in essence, he is. They stayed like that, joined, for some time; I can't recall how long, probably just for a minute or so. After a while, she let go of her hold on him and eased herself back slightly so that she could look at him, but as she did so, he dropped his gaze. "Look at me, Ben," she said softly. He looked at her, almost guiltily, dropped his gaze again, and then looked at her once more. "That was the first time and the last time, Ben. You have to understand that." "Yes," he said, nodding in assent, and then looked down again. She moved slightly and lifted herself off him. I noticed as his penis fell away from her that he was still quite hard and that a thread of his cum hung from her onto his cock. I noticed the look of disappointment that flashed across his face, and she noticed it too. "It is something we can never talk about, Ben, not to anybody else or even to each other. Do you understand that?" He didn't say anything, just nodded in agreement. "Now go and have a shower while I get dressed." She moved to one side of him to allow him to get up. In the noise of the movement, I reached over and switched off the camera. As Ben got up, he glanced in my direction and picked up his shorts, then turned to leave the room. As he left, she also got up and pushed the door closed behind him. "We need to talk," she said quietly. "Ask him to go home, and you'll have to stay on afterwards. Somehow, you have to phone your wife and tell her either you'll be late or delayed for a day. Whatever you say, I don't mind, but you're staying. Is that clear?" "Yes, of course it is," I said softly. "I'll make the call now. I'll do it from Ben's room." She nodded in agreement, and I got up and left. I got into Ben's room, picked up my phone, and went to dial the number, but then stopped. Ever cautious, I pulled the camera from my pocket, fiddled about with it, and carefully put it away. Then I made the necessary phone call. It was received without question, as it was when I am often delayed either on business or the times that I stayed on to visit her. When I finished the call, I heard Ben leave the bathroom and head down the corridor towards his mother's room. I heard him pause outside the door, and then it opened slightly, and he looked around it into the room. He went to speak; I held my finger to my mouth in that international gesture which says to the other person not to speak. He nodded and left the room; as he did so, I heard her walk past, and as she did, I heard her tell Ben to get dressed. They took much the same time as each other, Ben to get dressed and her to quickly shower and put on a bathrobe. I ambled out, not quite sure of what I should be doing or expected of me. She turned as she passed me and asked me to help Ben put his stuff back in his car. From that, I took it she was telling him to leave. He went into his room and came out with a couple of inconsequential pieces of furniture, a small side table and stool. I followed him down the stairs and walked with him to his car. As he was putting the stuff in, he looked around surreptitiously and then asked me very quietly if I would call in to see him when I returned home the next day. I said I would. I went back into the house, by which time she was dressed, busying herself doing not very much. Ben said a rather awkward goodbye, and then she melted somewhat and went and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek; all very maternal. "Remember your promise," she said. He said he would, and as he turned to go, held out his hand to me, and we shook hands, making brief eye contact as we did so. He climbed into his car, and the pair of us stood there as we watched him drive off. She turned toward the house, clearly expecting me to follow her. Once inside, she turned and shut the door and dropped the lock, and then went into the sitting room and sat, somewhat pointedly, in one of the two armchairs. I took the hint and sat in the other, placed slightly at right angles to hers. She was silent for a few seconds and then started to speak. In quite a monotone voice, without much hint of expression, she gave me her views on what had taken place. I won't go into specific dialogue here, but suffice to say that first, she was angry with me, but for some reason felt sorry for Ben. She said that at first, she was horrified when he touched her, and then, much to her shame, she found it erotic and felt no guilt on the intimacy of it. Indeed, she convinced herself that as things progressed, she was helping him through a difficult time when he clearly had little or no idea how to react with girls. She also reiterated her fear, which is mentioned before, that Ben may be gay but was frightened to confront it alone. She said it hadn't gone unnoticed how much Ben seemed to like me and how she felt that I filled some of the gap left by the death of his father. She paused at this point, and I wondered if she was going to ask me about my relationship with Ben, but she didn't, and she continued talking. She said that when she next saw Ben, she would talk to him about what had happened and emphasize that it was a one-off experience for him and for her, and also that I was not to mention it when I next saw him. She also said that at the moment, she would rather that we didn't mention it between us, to which I nodded my agreement. Then, to my surprise, she asked me to stay the night, but rather I stayed in Ben's room. And with that, she seemed to return to normality and suggested that we have a coffee with a generous glass of brandy. She put some anonymous music on and got up to make the coffee, returning later with it and two, very generous, glasses of brandy. For an hour or so, we talked about nothing much rather than talking about what had happened. Eventually, we fell silent, and mutually headed upstairs to our respective rooms. She pointedly shut her bedroom door, and I made myself as comfortable as possible in Ben's former bed. I laid awake for a while, wondering if I would find sleep, but I clearly must have done, as the next thing I remember was her climbing into the small bed next to me. Neither of us spoke, and we both drifted off to sleep. I woke the next morning just as she was getting out of bed. She said she was sorry that she disturbed me, and I said I didn't mind. She stood there for a minute and then came back into the small bed. Slowly and tenderly, two very good friends made love.	4
100,088	Given	He sat alone. His table was on the patio where he could see the cars as they pulled into the restaurant parking lot. He waited for her and wondered what to expect. The patio was actually a floating pontoon, a pier really, but the end opened out into a large area, and he could sit comfortably there in the early evening sunshine, the warm south Cornwall sea breeze refreshing as he looked back up the walkway at the waterside thatched pub. She knew him, at least she had said so. She had apparently attended one of his 'lectures' a little while ago, and something he had said in an email using his pen-name had apparently enabled her to make the connection that she had lived only twenty-five miles away. He thought of the Internet, its worldwide connotations, and the surprise it had caused him in the past. Five writers of erotica, two in the same town, had once met for a drink, astonished they all lived so close. Now it had happened again - someone else had made the connection, though this time there had been a veiled threat. Sven wondered what her price would be. He shrugged his shoulders, sipped his beer, and waited. The cars had their lights on now as the early evening shadows deepened into dusk when he was startled out of his reverie by the hands that had been placed on his shoulders. As he half-rose, they gently opposed his motion, and, off balance, he sat back down. "Shauna...?" The question died on his lips as she came round the side of his chair, and he caught sight of her for the first time. The color drained from his face as he recognized his lover from thirty-five years earlier. Dressed in a shapeless pair of oilskin trousers, a baggy, nondescript, somewhat grubby sailing sweater, the iron-gray hair topped off with a Breton sailing hat, she leaned forward, gently closed his mouth, and said, "I'll get some of this gear off while you get me a drink - Tinner's like yours." Sven's mouth dropped open. Sven stumbled to his feet, stunned at the turn of events, and went off as he was bid to 'get them in'. Rather later - a couple or three beers later to be exact - they were eating some of the local fish that the Pub was famous for. Conversation had ranged far and wide as they sought to catch up on lost time, the colored lights reflecting off the dappled, dark sea, twinkling in their eyes. Sven had briefly held her hand to make a point, let it go, and then changed his mind and held it again. Shauna had not removed her hand; rather, she had moved to hold his with her other as well. So engrossed had they become that the sudden faint ringing of the ship's bell that hung behind the bar of the pub to signal closing time came as a surprise to them both. "Nightcap?" Sven nodded, then as Shauna got to her feet, he realized she meant on board her pocket sailing cruiser, tied up a few feet away behind him. He helped her pick up the sailing gear she had shed as she had come ashore to join him, then followed as she climbed aboard. She opened the hatch and deftly climbed down the companionway into the cabin lit an interior oil lamp. Sven scrambled aboard and followed her down. The cabin was small, cozy; it fell into the category that meant if you cruised together on this boat, if you weren't good friends before you started, you would be after not too long. For all that, there was standing room under the main coachroof, if not under the edges, but then that hardly mattered. "You like?" Shauna asked and waved her hands in a general manner indicating the old-wood varnished brightwork of the interior glowing in the soft light of the lamp. Sven laughed gently, "You always were a sucker for 'real' wood finishes I recall." He stepped forward and, putting his hands on her shoulders, gently pulled her towards him and kissed her. She closed her eyes and almost purred as she held him to her. He smoothed her hair in that old familiar way he remembered her liking so much those days so long ago. In his mind, the intervening time melted away as he kissed her again. "Sven, you never alter, given half a chance that is," and she giggled that familiar, throaty, sexy chuckle again as she slid out of his hands and moved round him to close the companionway hatch almost over. "It's getting chilly now - the lamp will soon warm us up though. Laphroaig?" Sven nodded agreement at the offering of one of his favorites - her memory was too good. He savored it as she slipped the heavy sweater over her head to reveal a T-shirt with 'Emma Louise' on it. To his quizzical look, she said, "The name of the boat and my twin daughters, and no, there's no man in my life now." Sven almost missed the pain that briefly appeared on her face as she sat down opposite him in the small cabin. Then, changing her mind, she got back up and joined him on the larger bunk. "I think I need to be held just now." Sven leaned back against the back of the cabin and put his arms around her waist as she leaned back against him. She folded her arms across his, her head in the crook of his neck against the side of his face. They lay together, silently, luxuriating in each other's warmth and the peace of the moment. Sven kissed her hair gently and rubbed her tummy. She turned her face towards his and kissed his cheek gently before moving slightly and then kissing him properly, her tongue slipping against his lips, sensually. He felt that old familiar warmth growing as they kissed again, more deeply, an urgency growing between them. Shauna sat up suddenly. "Mind your head," she said, as she stood, pulling him to his feet and tugged him towards the forward cabin, blowing the oil lamp out as they passed it, now with only the dancing lights reflected from the shore to see. Sven was aware that she had sat down again and pulled him down with her to avoid the low deckhead in the forward part of the boat. He realized there was a large made-up sleeping area - feet forward - and she was pulling him towards her. He kicked off his shoes, bent down, eased his socks off, and joined her. Shauna kissed him, more demanding now than before, as he slid his body beside her and held herself to him. She moaned softly with the passion of the moment. Sven slipped his hands under her top and massaged her back and shoulders, pulling her into him. Then, rolling her onto her back a little, he started to undo her jeans before she took over and undressed quickly for him. Sven followed suit; it was easier under the cramped headroom. Naked, they clung together - Sven underneath. Shauna gave another of her chuckles as she moved on top and then eased herself onto him. He groaned with pleasure as he speared deep into her; she was so wet and ready that the feeling of pleasure was so exquisite it almost hurt. The need for release was so urgent and demanding that she came hard as Sven slid fully home, her contractions bringing him off as well. They lay there, breathing hard, swallowing and coming to terms with their mutual lust, then "Shit, I'm leaking," as she grabbed a towel strategically placed. Then that wonderful giggle again - "James Bond must fire dry blanks - he never has this bloody trouble!" And they both laughed, the earlier unspoken tensions gone completely. "The furniture still fits then." Shauna laughed again as she got up and went into the other half of the cabin, lit the oil lamp again, and came back with their whiskeys. "Mud in your eye!" The old toast as they savored the peaty-flavored delight, propped up and leaning back against the boat's side, facing each other, her legs inside his as she played with him with her toes. "Penny for them..." Shauna spoke quietly as they looked at each other across the boat. Sven stirred but didn't answer as he got up and went to the back of the other cabin, closed and locked the hatch, then made his way forward and blew out the light before returning to climb on the bunk. He lay down, pulling Shauna to him and kissing her gently. "Given the time," he finally replied, "and the intervening years, I don't think I'm going home tonight." He snuggled her to him. "We've only just found each other again - I think I want to make damn sure I don't lose you a second time." Shauna wriggled in pleasure and, seeking him out with her hand, said, "Well, this fellow certainly thinks that's a good idea, think I'll second it." This time Sven was certain she did purr as they kissed again, the boat rocking them gently together. © Sven the Elder - June 2002	5
100,173	In Between Meetings	He popped my cherry last night, and all I can do is think about feeling him inside of me again. I thought it would be a one-time deal, but I can't stop thinking about spending the day with his load inside me. My day hasn't even started yet, so I check my calendar. It's going to be an insanely busy day, but I have 30 minutes in between meetings. I think to myself, I think I can make this work. I send him the following message, "I need you inside me for a quick cum and go. 1 hour. Available?" I laugh as the message is returned immediately, asking when and where. I have the key to a storage building that no one staffs. I give him the address and instructions on how to get in the building. I tell him to come hard and ready to fuck. I spend the 45 minutes unable to concentrate in my meeting. I'm so wet I can feel the moisture against the side of my leg. I make my way from the office to the storage building, getting there about 5 minutes early. It's mostly boxes on pallets and an old desk and office chair they use for paperwork off to the side. I'm in slacks and a shirt and tie, and decide to greet him the most efficient way possible. I take off my slacks and underwear and drape them over the chair. I roll up my sleeves as I can hear his truck door slam closed. I lean myself forward and place my elbows on the desk. I look back over my shoulder as he opens the door and light begins to flood the room. I open my stance a little wider and shake my butt a little and say, "I missed you." He smiles and begins unbuttoning his pants, and I can see his boner from 10 feet away. My clit begins to throb, and I feel this longing in my cunt. If I could ride his cock all day, I would. He moves his way toward me, and his cock is now bouncing with each step as his pants and underwear sit around his thighs. He says he needs a moment... I moan in frustration, and then feel his fingers as he drags them from the front of my lips, over my little dick and around my hole. I moan again, aching to feel him inside me. I can feel him stroking his cock slowly, and search to find my breath in anticipation. All of a sudden, I realize he's on a knee. I feel him spreading my thick lips, his tongue rolls over my clit, and he bats it back and forth. I take a deep breath and moan as he thrusts his tongue deep inside my hole. I begin to beg him, "Please, fuck me, I need your cock inside me." He fingers my hole a few more moments as he rises from a kneeling position, my juices all over his hand, and he easily glides in and out. He removes his fingers and takes a moment to tease me before I feel his cock thrust inside me. I whimper, "Thank you." His dick glides in and out of my tight hole, at first slowly and then picking up speed. I can feel his balls slap up against me and want just a little more stimulation. Just then, I can feel him fingering me, and it pushes me over the edge. I begin to moan and whimper, and my cunt convulses and compresses around his cock. He keeps thrusting and fingers me, and my arms give out, leaving me face down on the desk. Just as my cunt begins to slow its contractions, I feel both his hands grip my hips and pull me toward him. He thrusts his cock deep inside me and unleashes his load, moaning and convulsing with each spurt into my pussy. I push up against his cock and tell him I want every drop. He pulls my hips close until his cock stops dancing in my hole. He taps my ass with his hand as he pulls out and begins to pull his pants up. I reach over to the chair and begin to put on my underwear and pants. I thank him for taking the "meeting" and realize I might need to do this again in the future. I spend the rest of the day smiling as I relish the thought of him exploding in my cunt. Feeling so much moisture in my pussy and knowing his cum is lingering inside me. I find myself with thoughts of fingering my way to another orgasm if only I can find time to go to the men's room. I sit there, feeling tortured, yet satisfied and smiling as I move through the rest of my day.	3
100,182	But First	Hi All, This is my life story. Love, Cheryl I'm writing to let you know that I have recently been diagnosed with a very serious condition, and there's no hope I will ever recover. The scientific world is frantically searching for a cure. This is an ailment many of us suffer from and may not as yet have been diagnosed. However, now you may be able to discuss it with your loved ones and try to explain what really happened to you all those times you tried so hard to accomplish something and didn't. It's called the "Butfirst Syndrome." It's like when I decide to do the laundry - I start down the hall and notice the newspaper on the table. Okay, I'm going to do the laundry, but first I'm going to read the newspaper. After that, I notice the mail on the table. Okay, I'll just put the newspaper in the recycle stack, but first I'll look through that pile of mail and see if there are any bills to be paid. Now where's the checkbook? Oops! There's the empty glass from yesterday on the coffee table. I'm going to look for that checkbook, but first I need to put the glass in the sink. I head for the kitchen, look out the window, notice my poor flowers need a drink of water. I put the glass in the sink, and darn it, there's the remote for the TV on the kitchen counter. What's it doing here? I'll just put it away, but first I need to water those plants. Head for the door and Ack! Stepped on the dog. Dog needs to be fed. Okay, I'll put that remote away and water the plants, but first I need to feed the dog. At the end of the day: Laundry is not done, newspapers are still on the floor, glass is still in the sink, bills are unpaid, checkbook is still missing, and the dog ate the remote control. AND, when I try to figure out how come nothing got done all day, I'm baffled, because I KNOW I was BUSY ALL DAY! I realize this condition is serious....and I should get help, but first I think I'll read all my email!	4
100,204	Body Oil	Hot sweat stung his eyes, but he didn't close them. He couldn't. There was something way too beautiful in front of him. He let his eyes burn and let a smirk develop across his face. John saw the evil grin developing and smacked his forehead lightly. His girlfriend Elizabeth noticed where Julian's eyes were leading and tugged on John's shirt with a worried look on her face and a "why don't you do something" expression. But John returned it with a bowed head and a shake that said "that's just Jules' way..." There was no air conditioning in Julian's shop, just two huge garage doors on each end that opened up to the hot desert, with its blue sky melted into heat lines. It was a little cooler inside the metal building, but sweat still poured off of everyone, especially Julian's little adopted daughter, Mia. Julian's "new" car was up on a lift, another one of his insane projects, a beat-up bright yellow 1976 Lotus Elite that he had puttered into the place the other day, with an absolutely mad look on pilot Jules' face and a beaming smile from his proud copilot, Mia. Julian was proud of his daughter, especially now, watching her try her best to work on the thing. His proud, horny eyes traced Mia's figure... the lift was a bit high for her, so she was forced to reach up unsteadily with her little wrench, getting on her tiptoes to reach the oil drain plug. Both her arms raised skyward as she grabbed a frame rail for balance, she clumsily got the wrench to click into place and happily started cranking. Looking so cute in those absurdly naughty "work clothes"... the ripped top of an ancient wife-beater that just barely covered her chest and was almost see-through, and a tiny, tiny pair of jean shorts, cut way too short but still a little baggy on her slim figure. Julian practically salivated. Every little curve on her was visible as she stretched out, practically shoving out her little chest for him to grab. Her pretty brown shoulder-length hair was stuffed with little bits of grease and dirt and old leaves that cling to the bottom of an old car... her face marked by the same, her tongue stuck out in so much concentration. Suddenly, she managed to get the drain plug out enough that a torrent of still lukewarm dirty motor oil burst from the car and showered all over her head and chest. She leaped back and yelped. Without missing a beat, and with a dirty smile on his face, Jules swooped in with a wad of paper towels. On the way there, he glanced back at his two friends and smiled evilly at the appalled look on their faces. John sighed. He didn't want to say anything, but he knew there was a reason he had sent her under there without so much as a drain pan... a really perverted one at that. He wondered why he didn't speak up more sometimes. He took it upon himself to pick up the drain pan and place it under the steady stream of oil that was pissing onto the garage floor. "Oh, sweetie... let me help you with that... mmm..." She stood there looking like a dirty soaked rat, with her arms held out from her body, trying not to dirty herself more. She was all soaked with oil, and it made her shirt almost invisible and made her body sexy and slick... He got behind her and placed a hand on her little waist, and took the big wad of paper towels and started dabbing and rubbing her, first cleaning her hair a bit so it wouldn't run down onto her face, then moving down and getting most of it out of her eyes and face that had already gone there, and then moving down to her little chest, right above her little undeveloped lumps, rubbing her gently but firmly, and down to her tummy after that, reaching a bit further down and more tenderly than he needed to. He ended by tickling her there around her belly button. "A-HAHA!!! Daddy... I-I'm sorry... I forgot... Now everything's covered in it..." He barely heard her apology; he didn't care. He was too busy staring at her blushing, embarrassed little smile and sweet, adorable body all covered in dirty oil and still holding a wrench. Her face and skin so delightfully stained by the stuff. "Hehe, what a bad girl, eh? Mmm... look how cute you are all covered in oil..." "Daaaddy!!!" she said, tweaking an eye oddly at him as she always did when he started acting that way. "Heh, I'm sorry, sweetheart... ya just look too cute!" With that, he swooped in for a hug and pressed her closely to him. Her head was right at his chest level, his hands groped at her back, pulling her right up against him. She had a slightly uncomfortable look on her face, but held him back gently, creating two greasy stains down the back of his white undershirt. "hhh, b-but Daddy, I'm all covered in dirty oil... you're gonna get it all over you..." "Hehe, I don't care, sweetheart..." "B-but daddy!!!-" He shut her up by picking her up suddenly, with one hand on her bottom and the other on her back, and giving her a huge, inappropriate kiss on the lips, with a lot of suction and a lot of tongue. Her eyes were like platters. smack! "mmm... D-DADDY!!!" she said excitedly, her body nervous and blushing, "I-I- now there's all oil all on your-" He silenced her again with another smooch, licking her lips and tongue on the way out. She closed her eyes and savored it. "D-Daddy... your face is all covered in it now too... you're so dirty!" she blushed. Both John and Elizabeth's jaws dropped. They couldn't believe they were seeing something so naughty it had to be illegal... but it was his daughter... and there was definitely lots of love there... It was just that sometimes Jules got carried away. Right? Jules had been horny before Mia came around... but John had never known he had such an affinity for such young girls. Daddy set little eleven-year-old Mia on her feet again, and she tottered and teetered away nervously, barely with balance, as if he had shocked the sense out of her with those kisses. "I'm sorry, sweetheart... I can't resist..." Jules just looked at his now estranged friends with a smug look on his face. "hehe..." John gave up. "Alright Jules... that's it! I've had enough of this... We're leaving. We don't have to see this. You're a sicko, Jules..." "John, Wait..." The puny voice came from Elizabeth. John regretted bringing her here... She had met Jules on a few different occasions, but never seen him while he was with Mia... Now that he thought about it, he wondered why he thought Jules wouldn't do something like this. It was supposed to be a few pleasant days at Jules' desert house. John wanted to leave early. Elizabeth was a quiet girl, just about the type Jules could envision John with. A curvy woman in her early thirties, with large breasts and a sizeable rump without being too overweight, the shade of goldish hair that is sometimes termed as "red", and freckled, sunburnt skin. She had hardly spoken for the whole duration of today, starting with breakfast served on Jules' porch, till this midday excursion to show off Jules' new car. Maybe it was out of a bit of shock of what she was seeing unfold in front of her eyes... On the first night, they had both noticed both Jules and Mia go to bed... in the same bedroom. On the second night, they had both heard undeniably odd noises coming from that bedroom, from midnight till 3 in the morning. Both Jules and Mia had woken up very late and very happy... John harped on about such occurrences from the moment they got there, but Elizabeth remained mostly quiet. She knew there must be some explanation... for things like the fact that her bed was so much bigger than a little girl's bed, to accommodate an adult... or more overtly the vibrator or "personal massager" she happened to come across in Mia's drawer when she had been looking for something else. She was intrigued by the goings-on in this place, disgusted, but intrigued. Mia apparently hadn't been aware of the last few seconds of conversation, but noticed the uncomfortable looks on everyone's faces and attempted to explain it, as she was distracted by playing with some curious tool she had found (a torque wrench). "Daddy's always trying to kiss me and grab me like that... Even when we're out of bed," she laughed. There was silence. Mia continued to flutter aimlessly around the garage. Looks of stone penetrated Jules, from the direction of John and Elizabeth. Jules remained cool. He maintained a look on his face that matter-of-factly accepted the situation. "I need a shower, Daddy..." She ran up to him and hugged him again, and both parties, both pairs of lovers looked at each other. Jules gestured with his nose to the house. "WE need a shower. We're going over there. You guys can leave if you want." With that, the pair, arms around each other, walked off towards the house. John narrowed his eyes. No amount of shower could wash off that dirt. John stared at Elizabeth as the lovers walked off to the background.His look interrogated her, and he wondered if she still held an objection to getting the fuck out of here, as she had brought to his attention but whose reasons remained a mystery. "Honey... give me the car keys. We're getting out." She turned up her nose and followed Jules and Mia. John slapped his forehead and followed in turn. It was a fairly long walk in the desert out to the shop to Jules' Mansion of Madness. At this hour, there were just barely shadows cast by the cactus, and mesas were visible clearly under the bright blue sky. About 100 yards ahead of them were the couple still arm in arm. "Can I at least borrow your cell phone so I can call the police..." She seemed to not regard his comment, but gave a cursory response: "You know... I don't think that's necessary. I mean... I'm sure this is a misunderstanding... There doesn't seem to be any negativity or hostility here. I mean... he's your friend. You've known him since college. Do you think he would do something... like this?" John sighed. "Well... no. I didn't think he would stoop this low. He's always been a sicko, but..." "Then maybe we should give them both time to explain this to us! I mean... come clean, honest with us. Stop this stupid little game. We'll give them an ultimatum. They have to be HONEST... I mean... shouldn't we at least give them that?" John still trailed a few feet behind his girlfriend, dragging his feet. "He's... not a bad man. I'm still not above the idea he's planned all of this just to shock us." "Well, let's hear it from his mouth..." The mansion was sand-colored, maybe a bit pinker. God knows where Jules had the money for it. Very cleanly kept, beautiful palm trees all around and a great swimming pool in the middle of the sand in the backyard. He kept the desert mostly intact around it, adding more cactus and flowering succulents around the house. The house had everything; a Jacuzzi to complement the pool, billiards, a wet bar, wine cellar. Three stories high, with a beautiful granite-floored entryway, with banisters from each floor looking down onto it, lots of windows to let in plenty of light, and sparse décor otherwise. They got in just in time to see Jules and his daughter climb the stairs and get in the same shower. He again sighed as the shower came on, signified by a rush of the noise of water. They seated themselves on the puffy brown leather, L-shaped couch in the living room. Right outside of the window next to them was a beautiful fountain that caught John's girlfriend's interest. "Watch out," said John bitterly as he inspected the couch. "They've probably had sex here too... keep an eye out for condoms." A scornful look crossed his girlfriend's face. She had seated herself away from him, on the other side of the L, to admire the fountain would be her excuse. "I'm sure they don't need a condom... She's not even menstruating yet, I don't think. He's not going to get her... pregnant." Simultaneously, they both seemed to realize how horrible that statement was, and bowed their heads. It was probably 15 more minutes until they heard joking, giggling footsteps. Their heads finally raised again, and they saw another example of Jules' sketchy wardrobe choices... His daughter was in a tiny, way too short for her silk nightie that would show off her panties if she bent over in the slightest, and displayed her little bumps splendidly. He was wearing the same pants as before, minus a shirt. His long black hair was still a little wet, his arm was still around her, resting by her neck. She wrapped one around his waist. She had an innocent, slightly worried look on her face. He noticed and was slightly taken aback by the committee-like congregation on his couch. "So you decided to stay after all... Careful there, John, I think you're sitting on a condom." He shot up, before realizing his friend could only have heard him from upstairs earlier. Jules smirked softly. "Yeah. We can hear pretty well from up there..." John decided to cut the bullshit. "Listen... Jules. I don't know what the fuck you've got going on around here but-" Elizabeth interrupted and disregarded him. "Wait..." she turned her attention to Jules, who was unfazed. "You see... we were talking, and we...I mean, I know I don't even know you that well but... we want to hear from you... is this a joke? What's going on... between you and your daughter..." "...Because if this is a joke, it's making us sick!" Jules had been standing up but he sat down at that. He gained a serious demeanor, at least for a while. His worried daughter clung to his arm close, a bit scared. Elizabeth noticed her increasingly uncomfortable behavior as she snuggled close to him and buried her face in his arm. "Maybe she should leave..." she whispered. Jules wore a bold look. "Why should she? She's a part of this relationship you're all so curious about." There was a pause. "So we make you sick, Johnny... And you don't think it made me sick when you fucked stupid vapid bitch after vapid bitch in college, without even caring about any of them? Maybe I should have spoken up then. You used women back then... I think that was worse than anything I've ever done..." John's thought patterns developed a worried rhythm. Elizabeth looked at him sideways. "Uhh, Jules... Let's not talk about my old girlfriends, it isn't a good time... this isn't about-" "But fuck if I wasn't jealous back then!" he laughed, "Course I was pretty confused... Good thing I got that worked out." He squeezed his daughter close and squeezed her ass. John closed his eyes and put his head in his hand. "So... it is... what it looks like." "What does it look like," he retorted. John looked him straight in the face now, his tone rising. "It looks like you've been having sex with your goddamn daughter..." "No..." he said calmly. They both stared each other off until they couldn't stand it any longer. Mia and Elizabeth were both terrified to see what their men would do. "...it won't fit yet." "GODDAMN IT!!! H-How can you do this? How can you stand to do this... invite us over here, and show us your... your, perversion! How do you expect us to react? You weren't always a... sicko," he was fuming. "Shit. You didn't always keep chopsticks in your urethra either." Added Jules calmly, "Figured you'd figured it out before anyway, didn't think I was adding something new. Well... I wasn't a... a pedophile. Well no, I was... I just didn't admit it, or know it... til little Mia came along... And if you two can hug and kiss in front of everyone, why can't we at least do the same? You haven't even seen me do anything illegal..." Elizabeth put a hand on her boyfriend's shoulder to calm him down. Jules spoke with such an obnoxious, smug tone in his voice... it was obvious he was trying to get him fired up. John couldn't stand it. Elizabeth hated to see friends fight like this. And even if Jules did have a point, he was being a dick. "Listen," John growled, "Don't try to moralize. You basically have SEX with your DAUGHTER. I don't care if she's adopted. I don't care if she enjoys it, I don't care about anything. You ABUSE her you SICKO." Above all of them a yell. "DON'T TALK TO ME ABOUT SEXUAL ABUSE!!!" The outburst came from Mia, who was almost in tears now, and had been steadily gaining momentum from listening to those two. She then broke down into actual tears, and fell into the comforting arms of her daddy. All heads were hung in shame for making a little girl cry, no matter what the reason, even if no one knew what she was talking about. All voices were silent, except for the sound of crying. He comforted her with his hands and lips, until finally, she started to taper down and become calm. He sat her next to him again, still cradled by an arm. She sniffled to herself and stared at her own lap. Elizabeth broke the silence. "What do you mean... We're confused, Mia." She looked up at Elizabeth with sad, red eyes. "My father... used to do awful things to me..." John almost spoke up in anger, but Mia said, "NOT my daddy; my FATHER," she spoke the word "father" with revulsion. There was another brief pause as she seemed to contemplate something in her mind or organize her thoughts. All eyes were on her mouth. Except for Jules', who never wanted to hear the story again and seemed to try to distract himself with the vista outside. "H-he used to beat me... and my little brother. And I'd try to protect my little brother 'cause he was only four... but he'd just beat me more. My mommy... never used to help. She'd just, like, sit there... and watch. She'd come up to us later and tell us how sorry she was... but I was always mad at her." "One day... my father came home, and... he came into my room, and laid in my bed. And he told me to lay next to him... and I really didn't want to... because I didn't love him at all. But he took out a knife, and..." She tried her best not to break down, and succeeded. "H-he raped me. I-it went on like that for months. They'd... ask why I was walking funny at school, or why I had so many cuts... He hurt me so much... he didn't care about me at all. He... he used me, like a rag. Even when I was crying, and bleeding, and asking him real nice to not do it anymore, he wouldn't." "I-I wasn't in Daddy's class back then... I was in another one. But everyone always said he was a nice teacher... One day he saw me, and noticed all my owies, and bruises, and I-I told him the truth, and he tried to hug me but I was afraid of hugs back then. He promised me he'd take me away from my parents, and he did. He took me home with him." "He had me away from home for 3 nights... and my parents..."I never called the police or told anyone I was missing or anything. After all that... after all my father was doing to me... he didn't even care about me enough to try to find me again. Daddy called the police, but didn't tell them I was with him, and they said there was nothing they could do because they went by and said everything was okay. I-I wish I was there, that way I could have told them, and they would have believed me, and we could have-" At this point, she stopped cold. Jules sighed. Mia didn't cry or break down or anything. She just couldn't talk. Jules turned to them for once. "She... can't tell this part of the story. So... the cops didn't believe me, but after they left that house... Her parents... became convinced that it was her four-year-old brother who had called them in the first place." Jules choked up a bit. "They... killed him, and... her mom tried to hide his body in the woods. They caught her. The police did... and that led them back to her father, who tried to shoot them like a fuckwad... He got killed anyways, and they sent her mom to prison... Mia sniffled a bit and began again. "I-I lied and told them... I'd run away just before they killed my little brother... and they believed me. Then they put me in daddy's custody for a few nights right after that, 'cause he was such a nice guy... And he adopted me, so we'd never have to leave each other. That was 2 years ago." "I-I was really scared at first still. Even though he was really nice to me, and joked with me and took me to the doctor and tried to get me to laugh... I was still afraid of him. He'd always try to hug me, and I'd run away, or I'd curl up into a ball and not let him... He would cry too, 'cause I wouldn't let him hug me. And then one day I realized it was hurting him too, so I let him hug me, and I liked it and we cried together all night long." "Later on, he tried to kiss me, and I let him, and it felt really good too. I'd never had a kiss before. And then we were best friends, and I wasn't afraid of him anymore. We did everything together... he'd take me to the beach, and teach me to surf, we'd go out here to the desert, we'd go on dates together, he took me to Disneyland... he took me up in his plane and taught me how to work on cars. We'd play video games together, and board games, and he'd always play with me." "He cared for me. When I got sick, he would rub my chest with Vaporub... even if I noticed he did rub a bit too long, I didn't care because he loved me. He'd even kiss me on the mouth, even though I might get sick too. One day when I wasn't sick anymore, I told him about all those places my daddy used to do things to me, and I asked him if it was even possible to feel good in those places, and I asked him to show me..." "H-he said no. But I kept on asking him, and telling him it was okay, and... eventually we started touching each other and loving each other every night." She paused with finality, a small smile on her face, and closed her eyes. Daddy tickled her neck a bit, she leaned in on his hand some more. "I-I know what it feels like... to be abused. And that's the opposite of the way I feel when I'm with my daddy. With me and my daddy... it's love." There was a long silence after, relieved with her story she cuddled up to her daddy's chest and let him hold her for relief. There wasn't a dry eye there. John broke the silence. Jules sat her up again, her face red but smiling. "I-I don't see many scars on you now," John stated nervously. Elizabeth tried to stop him. "That's because most of the bad cuts were on my..." John's appalled expression and subsequent breakdown into tears convinced her to stop. She managed to keep her own straight face. Strong little girl. "I-it's okay... the doctors... managed to make it almost good as new." That statement broke the hearts of everyone in the room even more. In her ear, Jules whispered, "It's perfect for me, sweetheart. I love it. I love you no matter what." The whisper wasn't too soft for them to hear, however. It specifically touched Elizabeth. No one could recall the manner in which they dispersed after that. Mia and Jules retreated up to a bedroom upstairs, where crying was heard (as the house seemed to be built as one giant echo) and laughter subsequently. John hung out on the couch a while longer, thinking, watching the sun set. Elizabeth went out for a walk. Eventually, the two came downstairs again, both with smiles on their faces. At the same instant, Elizabeth, who gave her boyfriend a tiny smile, came in from the outside again. John was clearly muted and didn't know what to say. "Come on," Jules suggested. "I started the hot tub this morning... and what, for no reason? Me and Mia are going in anyway." John smacked his knee. "Dammit. We forgot to bring our swimming clothes, didn't we, Liz?" "Oh, forget it," said Jules wickedly. "Me and Mia don't even have 'em!" An uncomfortable giggle was muttered by everyone. John once again relented. What the hell. Today seemed to be a great day for that. After all, Jules wasn't a bad man... And even if he didn't agree with what he was doing, he didn't see the harm in it.	4
100,284	A Day in Their Life	He woke up at six, like he did every day. His inner alarm clock never failed him. He had to cough a bit, and it took him a minute or two to adapt to the strong smell in the house. The house, yeah, that was at the core of it, he thought. He should have insisted they give it up. But that wouldn't have solved their problems. He asked himself if they could have been happy together without any money. Maybe they could have worked it out, but it would have taken years to struggle out of the restraints following a personal bankruptcy. He went to the kitchen and placed a cup on the tray of the shiny new automatic coffee maker. It was Italian or Swiss; he didn't really know or care. They never switched it off. Sometimes a customer would call in the middle of the night, and then Sarah would need tons of coffee to get in shape, and she'd need a lot more than that, too. He observed the residual powder and the razor blade on the countertop, and knew that she must have gotten up during the night for a snort or two. He carefully scraped the remains into a zip lock bag where he kept it all. It was just for a rainy day, really, and it was all for her. Everything he did was all for her, but he did it like an automaton, and there wasn't much pleasure in it anymore. While he lit a Pall Mall and drank his coffee, Dennis let his mind wander. He tried to muse whether he would describe his inner state better as a block of concrete or that of a hollow fruit, eaten out from the inside. He inhaled the strong smoke deeply into his lungs. He could feel the cough rising and placed his cup down so as not to spill it. Then he satisfied his hacking cough for a while, and thought about the bitch that made him this way. When he could breathe again, he took another cigarette and lit it from the butt of the first one. It was always the second one that did the trick. He felt much better now. No, it wasn't she that had done it; it was actually Dennis who had done this to her and to himself. He had made their lives as miserable as they were, and in what seemed to be such a short time. He coughed again, and then he felt much better. Time to prepare the tray. An oversized tumbler with half a cup of brandy, the ashtray and a cigar were her "breakfast." 'Good morning. Rise and shine!' Dennis said to her, trying unsuccessfully to sound joyful. 'Fuck You.' Was the muffled answer from under the blanket, followed by a horrible, hacking, wet cough. 'Now, come on, Sarah, you know your first one is here in half an hour.' 'Yeees' she answered with a yawn she managed to squeeze in between more coughs. He took the cigar and lit it for her. She propped up against the pillow and received the cigar with trembling hands. The first drag seemed to dampen her cough a little. She took another drag, inhaling deeply into her lungs. Without releasing the smoke, she took the tumbler, almost spilling it because of her trembling hand, and gulped down almost half of its contents. When she exhaled, there wasn't much smoke on her breath. 'More' she commanded, handing him the tumbler. 'Now, Honey, you know you have to be careful.' 'Fuck you, buster, you should have been careful with your god-damned investment stuff. You have turned me into this! Now go and get me some more fucking brandy. And I want it now!' She shouted at him angrily with her raspy voice, and then she began to hack and cough violently. He wanted to help her, but she turned away from him, taking deep drags on the cigar until the cough was cleared. He silently swallowed what her habits were doing to the two of them, and disappeared to fill the glass again. It was getting to be more often that he had to go back and fill up that glass again. He complied and came back with the refilled tumbler. He sighed. She was right after all. It had been his simple-mindedness that had brought them into this fix. At first, it had been a desperate attempt to bribe the banker with her body. He had, of course, been totally against it, but she wouldn't listen. To lose the house and all that was attached to it seemed such a horrible fate, and she was prepared to do virtually anything to keep it. So she did it, and she apparently did it very well. He watched her as she dragged deeply on the cigar and then took some gulps of the brandy, with smoke pouring out of her nose. 'Now, get out of my way. I need to go to the bathroom and freshen up.' She said to him, stubbing the remains of the cigar out and washing the smoke down with the final bits of brandy in the glass. She was now a bit more peaceful as her cravings for nicotine and alcohol had been satisfied for the moment. It wouldn't last long, of course, and when the day was over, a quart of brandy would have found its way down her throat, and a dozen or more cigars would be missing from the humidor. Still, he saw a little bit of the old sparkle that she once had, considerably dulled by the bags under her eyes and the wrinkles that appeared on her face, soon to be removed by the miracle of modern makeup. He understood how she could be beautiful for her customers, because she was an impressive sight, yet he knew that this beauty could not last long. The first john rang at the door. Sarah, clad in a transparent nightgown, cigar clenched between her teeth, opened the door for him. Dennis hid in the former study, now a sort of surveillance room. As much as he hated it, it was a requirement to watch Sarah in action. Most of her johns were regulars now, but still one never knew what could happen. So he had to watch while others fucked his wife. No question, she earned heaps of money and tax-free too, but at what price? It was the price of their souls, long since departed in a haze of alcohol, drugs and cigarette smoke. He had been utterly shocked when he had first seen how Sarah kissed her customers. It was like she tried to swallow their tongues. She had never given him such a passionate French kiss. Now each john got as many tonsil checks as he cared for. And it didn't touch him any more. The part of his soul that had once been filled with love for his wife was dead now. Gone like it had never been there. But he knew that he had made his fate the way it was, and this was his payback. Sarah took the guy by the hand and led him to the other bedroom, the one used for customers. She smiled for the first time that morning and winked at her first john of the day. Once it had become evident that she was going to make a living out of this, they had the other bedroom redecorated in a decadent French style, everything in shades of pink, with white lacquered furniture and a huge round bed in the middle. Mirrors covered the ceiling, but several tiny cameras were hidden all around. Dennis started the recording and settled down to watch. When they had started their private brothel, he had alternated between revulsion and perverted arousal. In those days, he had a bucket ready for his vomit. Now he would only on occasion use it to urinate when he couldn't leave his observation post because things got too hot. Then there had been times he jerked off in front of the monitors like what he saw was just a low-grade porn flick and not his Sarah getting her brains fucked out. It was some other woman who was in that room, and it was he that was doing the fucking, moving his hips violently against her body and impaling her fragile form. That was the way it ought to be. For a while, he had cherished the illusion that Sarah did it only to save their home, but gradually he came to the conclusion she actually enjoyed it. This utterly depressed him, for it made him think of himself as some kind of hired hand, existing only to serve the mistress of the house. She had picked up smoking in a very short time and had become an absolutely relentless smoker now, although prior to this career, she hadn't really smoked at all. Dennis acquired the habit, too, but more in self-defense than because he really wanted it. As she deepened the amount that she smoked, she graduated from light cigarettes to filters, and then to non-filters. Finally, she started smoking cigars, inhaling them to her toes in her quest for more nicotine. She probably received more nicotine than present in four packs of filterless cigarettes each day. It was still not enough to quench her thirst for mind-numbing substances, so she turned to the brandy and eventually, to the coke. At first, he had tried to cope with the situation and keep up the pretense of a happy relationship with Sarah, trying to repress his jealousy or whatever it was he felt when she was giving away her body. But he felt that she was doing it for them, and this had made him ignore all of the warning signs. As her "meetings" with the banker grew more frequent and she had begun to smoke, a thing she had despised before, and he couldn't avoid noticing the change in her character. For a while, he had controlled his emotions, and he had even started to smoke in order to fight the feelings of solidarity.Then she had told him she would "offer" herself also to others for money so they could pay off the mortgage, and he felt something inside him begin to crumble away and rot. They sunk into this abyss. He didn't sleep with her anymore, and they stopped making love to each other. Moving out of their bedroom was only one step of many. Dennis now slept in the small room off the kitchen, because both bedrooms were now for madam. Devoid of emotion, he watched Sarah perform. The guy lay flat on his back, stark naked, and Sarah was on top of him, now wearing her favorite red bodice, her painted nipples pushed up. She wore no panties when she was working like this, and her labia hung down, concealing all that went on beneath, gently slapping the john on his groin as her ride began. She drove him up, up and further up, massaging him as she had done countless times before, and bringing him into the state of perfection, bigger than life, juicier than life, a huge monstrous bull that had no release save one. She had another cigar clenched between her teeth, and as their rhythm accelerated, she dragged harder and harder on the cigar, as evidenced by the increasingly larger crimson head, growing bigger and bigger with every pull. He could keep his eyes closed and still see what came next. She would bend back and then take out the cigar and crush the man's mouth with her lips, pumping the drivel into it. That would trigger his orgasm, and then she would stretch over him and start to alternate between his mouth and what was left of her cigar, till the guy would have another erection and roll on top of her. He would push his knees under her buttocks and lift her pelvis up. She would reach for another cigar, and after a while, she would begin to show signs of ecstasy, rearing up and throwing her head from side to side, till a beast-like growl would escape her throat. The guy would sometimes thrust on for a while, and Sarah would groan till he would collapse over her, and then she would roll the half-unconscious body to the side and go to the bathroom. Most of the johns were like that, though the details varied somewhat. After the guy had left, Dennis met her in the kitchen, the last room unchanged since better times, except now it reeked of stale smoke like the rest of the house. Dennis still kept it reasonably clean, even though he had no idea whether she still cared. Sarah seemed oblivious to his efforts. All she ever seemed to care about lately were four things: booze, cigars, coke, and her daily fucking with her clients. He tried to make her eat something. If she would start to lose weight, she might disappoint her johns, although he had no idea why he should worry about that. Maybe he was simply afraid of the void that might open up if they were to just live together like before. Although, it couldn't be like before. There was no way back. Even if he might succeed in getting her off the bottle, the coke and the cigars, what did they have left? Love? Three years as a professional had taken care of that sure enough. There had been times, in the beginning, when he had dreamt about earning the money to keep the house and then try and forget it all. Sarah had laughed at his ideas. 'You have made me become a slut, now you have to take me as I am. I HAVE FUN WITH THOSE MEN, DAMN YOU!' she had shouted at him. End of the discussion. Reluctantly, Sarah chewed on her steak, washing down each bite with lots of brandy and dragging on a cigar in between. She shoved it off, half-finished, then swiveled around quickly to her drawer in the kitchen with sheer anticipation and withdrew the expensive bag of powder, the straw and the razor blade, and began to make it up on the kitchen table. He glumly picked up the dishes and put them into the dishwasher, eyeing the little pile that she gleefully and efficiently chopped into two extremely long snorts. He knew that he ought to stop this constant drain on their finances, and then maybe they would be free of this life forever. But Sarah was into it too deep now, he thought, as she put the straw to her nose and closed one of her nostrils and proceeded to suck an entire, long line of white powder into her lungs. It gave her what she needed most, just an exhilarating boost of substance that helped her to be vivacious, and she needed that around midday. This was in preparation for the next client, of course. He glanced at her as she took a long and leisurely drag on her cigar, and then reached for the brandy glass with the straw still in her fingers. She smiled at something distant as she exhaled the huge puff and swallowed the brandy. He noted that lately she seemed to drink and smoke constantly, but there really wasn't anything he could do to stop all this self-destructive behavior. He had tried to hide the bag away once, and he was met with a wild woman, who almost clawed his eyes out and threatened suicide. She swept up the final line of coke into her nose and then she brightened up substantially, having received her new lease on life. She laughed at her accomplishment, smiling as she did so and declaring how good it was. She looked down at the powder that remained with a genuine radiance, proceeding to clean up the remaining bits with her finger and place them on her tongue. She downed the rest of the contents of the glass and drew deeply on her cigar. She rose unsteady to go to the bathroom. He followed her to help her get into the tub. Hopefully, the hot water would sober her up just enough to service her next customer. She had been forced to reduce their number to no more than three each day, as she would be too drunk in the late afternoon even for her kinky regulars. She thanked him for helping her, and looked up at him with large, dark pupils. She kissed him, and this was the highlight of his day. Although Sarah was very high, he imagined her wanting him for a fleeting moment, but something told him that she didn't even know whom she was kissing. He sometimes wondered what kind of guys they were. They weren't after a beautiful face or body, although Sarah had been quite an attractive woman, but now her excessive drinking and smoking showed, and she looked ten years older, her flesh beginning to sag all over. Her once wonderful firm breasts now sagged pathetically, and her complexion had turned to a sickly gray. Yet her sight seemed to arouse her regulars even more than at the beginning, when she had still looked like her old self. Especially how some of them apparently derived pleasure from her cigar smoking made him sick. Still, sometimes, when he watched her ride a guy while chewing on a cigar, smoke billowing out of her mouth and nose, he got an erection too. He didn't feel anything; it was just his organ by itself. Having done several more lines of coke and several more glasses of brandy, Sarah had been hardly able to walk back to the bedroom, and Dennis would have to do what he hated most, greet a customer at the door in her place. Maybe he was still capable of some kind of feeling, he thought. Maybe not everything had died inside him. Well, he had, just in case he might wake up from his ongoing stupor, made preparations for the day he wouldn't want to take it any more. He had a simple plan. In the cellar, he had a 5-gallon canister filled with gasoline. He would make her drink brandy till she lost consciousness. Then he would spread the gasoline all over the house, tie a thin rope soaked in gasoline around the lower end of a candle, light it and drink a bottle himself. While the liquor made him pass out, the candle would burn down and set the rope and with it the house on fire. The afternoon customer didn't care that Sarah was already stoned and drunk. He just fucked her a couple of times in the missionary position. That was all he ever wanted. She did it automatically, in stoned indifference to any feeling, just flying above everything smoothly, succulently, and with her cigar there to top off her feelings and keep her going. He left after an hour, while Sarah had fallen asleep. She would wake up later, coughing and cursing, screaming for aspirin, a cigar, and brandy. He would, of course, give her both and light a cigar for her, just as always. The last customer wanted only a blowjob, a smoky blowjob as he called it. Dennis sometimes grew mad when he saw what the customers did to her. "Before" she had refused even a plain old doggie style. All she ever wanted was the missionary. She had never given him a blowjob, and she hadn't even let him eat her out. He had loved her too much to complain about that, but he had often dreamt about how some variations could have added a bit of salt and pepper to their rather quiet love life. And now? She allowed those guys to do everything they wanted to her, even slap her in the face sometimes, although she wouldn't allow for real brutality, and Dennis had interfered once, when a customer had raised his fist to beat her up. That one hadn't returned. Sarah, although much too drunk to see straight, wanted to watch TV for a while and even asked him to hold her on his lap. He couldn't really understand why she still wanted that. But then, like many alcoholics, she didn't realize anymore what she did. It didn't matter. In the old days, when she would sit on his lap in front of the TV set, he would always get a hard-on, and in the end, they would go to the bedroom and make love. Did she expect that could still happen? He wouldn't know. All he knew was that he felt nothing. She finished off the second bottle of brandy, not bothering with a glass anymore, and he felt she was about to slide off his knees, so drunk was she. Gently, he took her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. She didn't mind sleeping in the bed she also "worked". He would have to change the linen in the morning.The smell of sperm and cum on it never bothered her. That was good, because it was a smell that was prevalent in that bedroom. Her sleep was nearer to a coma these days. She would have slept on the pavement in front of their house if he had dumped her there. He undressed her slowly, an easy task, as all he had to remove was the gown she wore over her bodice and the bodice, of course. Seeing her sprawled naked on the huge bed triggered a faint memory, and he got an erection. He took the jar with the Vaseline she kept at hand, although she rarely needed it, and covered his penis with lots of the grease. Then he began to push his rod into her anus. He had sworn never to invade her misused vagina again, and he also enjoyed humiliating her. He felt the tightness, but she was still conscious enough to give in and relax her sphincter, so he could thrust his greasy penis in and out until he felt the sperm spurting out into her anus. He felt no pleasure. It was just a mechanical act, an alternative to his daily masturbation. She didn't really know who was fucking her in her delirium; she just automatically went through the motions of thrusting as best she was able. "That's a good girl, Sarah, be the dirty little whore that you are and fuck yourself to sleep now, because I can give it to you too," he thought. She snored now, and it was time for him to go to his own room. He kept the little cubicle he used as a bedroom for himself always clean and austere. He would read a few hours and then shut down the light without much hope for a relaxing sleep. The alarm would only interrupt a light slumber. But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Maybe tomorrow, after the last one had gone, he would get the gasoline and put an end to it all. Maybe, if he would find enough anger and hatred in him.	4
100,546	Rockz Off	His band was pretty good. Not great, but I could see potential there. They were three local boys who had a song good enough to get airplay on the local stations, and it was on its way to becoming the summer's big youth anthem. The airplay was shored up by their reputation for putting on a high-energy live show. There was even talk of them being booked as an opening act for the local radio station's big end-of-the-summer outdoor concert in a couple of months. The buzz was, some major labels were sniffing around, interested. They were playing a show downtown, so I stopped in to check them out. I used to be in a band myself, so I like to check out the up-and-comers once in a while. They had saddled themselves with the unlikely name of Rockz Off, as in "get your," which was what most of their songs were about. Three scruffy, spiky-haired punks, young twenties--at the age where "boy" starts turning to "man" but isn't fully there yet. A warm, early summer night. The club was packed. Rockz Off was supposed to take the stage at ten o'clock, and they finally appeared about a half-hour later, to a whirlwind of cheers and whistles from the fans. They were the usual punked-out trio: lead singer on electric guitar, bass player singing backup, and a drummer. They played power-pop masquerading as punk. Songs about sex and love and losing it and brooding on the loss. They were obviously new to performing, but enthusiastic. A little sloppy, but they had the hooks. It didn't hurt that they were good-looking and in the process of developing a very watchable stage presence. The charismatic lead singer, eyes closed like a lost child, attacked the microphone like a cobra going after a bird, sometimes coiling around it with sensual abandon and sometimes attacking it sexually, as if the spirits of Jim Morrison and Janis Joplin were fucking inside him. The drummer smacked the drums as if trying to break them. And the bass player rolled out bottom ends that were both slinky and strong. Primal, masculine music. All three had trim, athletic bodies. The dark-haired lead singer and drummer were dressed all in the expected head-to-toe black. The blond bass player wore black jeans and black sneakers, but his torso was bare--under the harsh stage lights, his skin seemed to glow a soft porcelain white. His hair was bleached nearly stark white. He swayed like a ghost. He didn't have the raw sexual charisma of the bad-boy singer, or the flailing energy of the baby-faced drummer, but he was arguably the best-looking of the three. Compared to his bandmates, his reserve made him sexy. I used to be in a band. Got pretty famous for a little while too, a few years back. Security knows me there at the club. Getting backstage after their set was not a problem. The singer was the fans' favorite. I saw him in the back of the makeshift dressing room--ten years since my band had first played that club, and the backstage areas hadn't changed at all, even down to the ratty old feather boa draped over the coat rack in the far corner--where he was mobbed by his adoring audience. Must have been twenty people crowded around him, mostly young women. Obviously, Security still knew what most young male singers like. And over there was the drummer, in the middle of a pack of five or so of his friends, laughing and waving his arms as he told some story while simultaneously drinking a beer. Damn--after the way he played onstage, where he got all this energy was beyond me. No sign of the bass player. I headed into the men's restroom to pee before I tried to negotiate my way through the crowd to congratulate the band. The men's room was at the end of the hall. It was empty except for one other man--all I could see of him were his black-clad ankles and feet. He was in one of the stalls, facing the toilet, peeing. Probably just pee-shy, I thought to myself. I headed over to a urinal, opened my pants, and started relieving my aching bladder. Whoever the other guy was, he was pissing like a stallion. I finished up, put my pants back in order, and headed to the sink to wash my hands. I heard the toilet flushing, and in the mirror I saw the door open. And out walked Mr. Bass Player, still in the same black pants he'd worn on stage, and still with no shirt on. Close up, I thought he looked even better, and my cock agreed. "Hey," I said. "Great set." He was noncommittal as he rinsed his hands quickly. "Thanks." He was looking at me as if he was trying to figure out who I was. Obviously, I wasn't one of those twenty-year-old bimbo chicks Security had let backstage, so that meant I must have had some sort of industry credibility to get past the guards. Since Rockz Off was still an unsigned up-and-comer, he at least knew enough to not risk blowing off someone who might prove useful. I told him my name and held out my hand. He said his name was Lance, and we shook. Suddenly this light came on in his eyes: he recognized my name. "Hey, you're that guy, right? You wrote that one song, the one that goes, 'da da dum dum, da da da.'" I chuckled. "Guilty as charged. I won a couple of awards for that one." "Hell, I remember that song. When it was huge back when I was a kid." Ouch--that hurt. Okay, I'm just under thirty, and I didn't need some twenty-two-year-old making me feel old just because I wrote a huge hit ten years ago. "Whatever happened to you guys?" he asked. "The band broke up. Same old story, Lance--some of the guys couldn't handle the stress. But I'm still kind of on the edge of the business. I write songs every now and then. I wrote ..." and I told him the title of a song I'd written that was a multi-platinum hit for someone else. He obviously recognized it and nodded enthusiastically. I told him another title, and he kept nodding, and another, and another. I mimicked his posture a little, trying to establish a physical rapport and put him at ease. "Man," he breathed. "Those are really good songs. You still writing?" "Yeah," I told him, copying his sigh, "but mostly I have a day job now. The pay's better." "Shit, I'm so fucking jealous, dude. I wish we could write songs like that. Writing song for us is, like, pure hell or something, y'know? It's like we have all these great ideas, but we can never get them to come out right." He shifted from one foot to the other, so I did the same thing, mirroring him. So I told him what I do for my day job. His jaw practically dropped. "No shit?" "No shit, Lance. I'm a hypnotherapist. I work with a lot of creative types, like artists and musicians, and I specialize in helping them get in touch with their creativity." My turn to lead. I shifted to my other foot, and he followed. A very good sign. He would probably prove to be an excellent subject. "No shit?" "No shit. Creativity is all in your head, and hypnosis is about opening up the lines of communication with your subconscious. Clear out the stumbling blocks that your conscious mind puts in the way, and your creativity shines right through." I was very much aware that we were in a restroom, and someone could walk in at any moment. Still, I wanted to push my little experiment as far as I could, given the setting. "I tell you what. Let's try something." "Like what?"Here's a little exercise to see how well your conscious mind can learn to listen to your subconscious." "You're going to hypnotize me? Dude, I don't think ..." "Oh, hush. Just try this. You don't have to say a word, Lance. Just look right here at the tip of my finger." I raised my hand about a foot over his head. "That's right. Keep your eyes right there and don't look away. If you follow my simple instructions, nothing in this world will stop you from entering into a very deep and very pleasant state of hypnosis, and you'll be able to do it in just a fraction of a second. Now, I'm going to count down from five to one. As I do, I would like you to take in a deep, easy breath. As you exhale each time, I would like you to relax the muscles in, and around your eyes. You will feel your eyelids grow heavy, droopy, drowsy, and sleepy. By the time I reach the count of one, they will close right down, and you will go deep into hypnotic slumber. All right--let's begin." I started bringing my finger down slowly. "Five... Eyelids growing heavy, droopy, drowsy, and sleepy." My finger kept descending. "Four... Those heavy lids feel ready to close. Three... The next time you blink, that feeling is hypnosis coming over you." As my finger descended inevitably, Lance's eyelids were beginning to flicker. "Two... Eyes begin closing, closing, closing, closing, yes, closing, closing, so heavy, closing, closing them, close them, close them. They won't open again. Closing, closing, close them. One..." And with my right hand behind his head, at the base of his skull, I grasped Lance's left arm at the elbow. I pulled his arm suddenly forward. "Sleep now," I commanded. His body tilted forward suddenly, and I had to steady him. Now, there were a thousand things I would have loved to do with an attractive, shirtless guy under hypnosis, especially since a glance at his crotch suggested a certain part of his anatomy was starting to enjoy being relaxed--really enjoy it--but I was very much aware that this was a public restroom, and I was on borrowed time. Someone could have walked in at any moment. I decided to be cautious. A few suggestions, and I'd wake him up. "Lance, you are now becoming all that you are capable of being. You can tap into your subconscious and its creative potential more easily. Through hypnosis, you can feel yourself activating your creative abilities. They are emerging and growing stronger every day." A few other quick suggestions about how helpful he would find hypnosis, how much he might enjoy trying it again. That would have to do it. "All right, Lance. On the count of three, you're going to open your eyes and wake up. One, two, three." I snapped my fingers in front of his face. His eyelids twitched and opened. "Huh?" "See? I told you hypnosis would be easy. How did it feel?" He shuffled a little, sheepishly. "Yeah, I guess it felt okay." I produced a business card from my wallet. "You should come by my office tomorrow around five o'clock. We can work a little more on opening your creative abilities." He looked at my card. "Uhm, thanks, but I don't have any money for--" "I didn't say anything about money, did I? I enjoyed your show, and I want you guys to have a shot at success. Just try it and see if it's helpful. Five o'clock. Got it?" "Uhm, okay. Sure." "Great!" I gave him a grin and patted his bare shoulder like a buddy. "Now, you better get out there and meet your adoring public." 2. At twenty minutes after five the next afternoon, I heard a knock on my office door. "Yes?" I called out. "Come in." The door opened, and a familiar blond head poked in. "Hey. Uh, sorry to interrupt, but there was no one outside." I rose to greet him. "Hey, Lance. C'mon in. Yeah, my receptionist goes home at 4:30. I should have mentioned that." We shook hands. "Come in. Have a seat. How's it going?" He dropped into one of the luxurious leather chairs beside my desk. I slipped into the other. Today he had on faded blue jeans, a tee-shirt that fit snugly across his chest, a dark blue baseball cap with the bill turned backward, and sneakers. "Well," he said, "I've been thinking about what you said--about how hypnosis can help me be more creative? And all those other artists you helped? You really think it can work for me too?" "Yes, I do. Let me ask you something. When I hypnotized you briefly yesterday, did you like it?" "I guess it was okay." I remembered one particular part of him that thought it was more than just "okay." "Did you feel as if you could get in touch with the creativity inside you more easily?" He shrugged. "I dunno--I guess so." "Well, what I want to try today is another exercise like that. We'll have to work on getting you into a deeper state of hypnosis to work more effectively, but you've already proven to yourself that you can do it. You've already taken that important first step. Now we just have to help you connect more completely and realize the benefits. So, Lance, are you ready to go into a hypnotic sleep and get in touch with your creative subconscious?" "Sure. Uhm, what do we do first?" "Hold your arms up in front of you. Like this." I demonstrated, with my arms stretched directly in front of me, with the palms facing each other, about six inches apart. He mimicked me. "That's good, Lance. Now, please lower your hands back to your side. In just a moment, I'm going to have you bring your hands back to that position, and then I think you'll find it very easy to go into a deep pleasant level of hypnosis in just a matter of seconds. Would this be all right with you?" "Sure." "Okay, Lance. Now close your eyes for a moment, and take a couple of deep easy breaths. Hold each breath for a moment and then exhale it very slowly. Soon, I'm going to have you extend your arms in front of you again. When I ask you to do that, I'm also going to have you open your eyes, and follow my simple instructions. All you have to do is just stay relaxed. Okay, Lance, now I want you to extend your arms out in front of you just as you had them earlier." He raised his arms again. I held my finger up in front of him, at eye level, above the gap between his hands. "Just follow my fingertip as it moves." I moved it slowly back and forth over his hands, back and forth, back and forth. "Just concentrate on my finger. In a second, I'm going to move my finger away. When I do, I want you to concentrate on the spot where my finger was." That was when I quickly pulled my finger away, downward. Lance's eyes stayed trained on its former location. "You're doing very well, Lance. Keep concentrating on the spot where my finger used to be. Next, I will begin to count from three down to one. On the count of one, please allow your eyes to close." I paused for a deep breath myself, then began. "Three, your eyes are feeling heavy, and tired. Two, they are beginning to water slightly. One, so heavy. Just allow them to close, and relax." He closed his eyes. "Lance, even with your eyes closed, you can still imagine that spot between your hands. I am now going to touch your hands gently. As I do, you may notice that your hands are beginning to move together. In just a moment, your hands will touch. As they do, your entire body will feel loose and limp and so relaxed. You will be going into a very deep hypnotic state. Your hands are moving closer, closer. The moment that they touch, your whole body will become so lose, so limp. You will be going into a very special kind of sleep. Almost there. Get ready to let go. The moment that they touch, you go into a very deep special type of sleep." As Lance's hands moved together, at the exact moment they touched, I lightly slapped the outsides of his hands, pushing them together firmly. "Sleep," I commanded, and at the same time I pushed his hands lightly downward. This pulled his torso and head forward a little, and his arms went limp and he slumped. Sure, I could have reached out and grabbed his crotch. And that crotch was certainly swelling again nicely. I could have tried to make him take off his clothes. I could have pushed him as far as I could. But the truth about hypnosis is, it doesn't work like that the first few times. Hypnotizing a guy a couple of times and expecting him to become some sort of mindless zombie is just a nice fantasy. No, instead I just gave him some suggestions--feeling more creative, finding it easier to relax and enter that deeply hypnotized state the next time, feeling more trust, more openness, more receptive to my suggestions, with a special instruction that would serve as a trigger for bringing him back into this deeply hypnotized state on command. I kept reminding him that hypnosis allowed him to gain greater access to the resources of his unconscious minds, and that in trance, the unconscious is freed from the critical, logically conscious mind which places limits on what he could can do rather than discovering new solutions. I put Lance through a deepening exercise to help his subconscious get more used to taking charge. I suggested that his right hand felt very light, so light that it would begin to rise into the air. His hand twitched and then, bending at the elbow, his arm began to rise. "Lance, your hand is floating in the air because you have successfully opened your subconscious mind and helped it become receptive to easy my suggestions. Your hand floating in the air like that means that you have let yourself go into, and continue to be in, a very relaxed state of hypnotic peace.""After working with him a little longer, helping him deepen himself a little more, I suggested that Lance would be able to open his eyes, that his subconscious mind could let his conscious mind engage and seem to "wake up" even though he would still be in a deep state of hypnosis. When I told them to, he lifted his head and opened his eyes. "See, Lance? I told you this would be so easy. You're doing beautifully. May I ask you a couple of questions about what you just experienced? You had never experienced a trance before yesterday, right?" Lance looked at me and said, "Uh huh, that's right." "Would you mind telling me about the induction you just experienced, please? How did it feel to you?" He shrugged. "I don't know. I guess it kind of surprised me, you know? I was expecting something... I don't know. I kind of knew what was happening, and it kind of amazed me how fast I felt it happening." "That's fine, Lance. Just a couple more questions, please. You're perfectly awake and aware right now, right?" Lance looked at me oddly and said, "Uhm, well, yeah." "Everything is the same as always? You don't notice anything at all different?" Lance said, "Like what?" "I'd like you to look at your right hand, please. Notice anything about it? You have it raised in the air, don't you?" Yes, he still had his hand raised from when I walked him through a deepening exercise earlier. "Lance, your hand being raised like that means something, doesn't it? Something important and very, very special. Can you tell me what it is? Maybe your conscious mind doesn't know the answer yet, but your subconscious does." Lance frowned at his hand for a moment and said, "It means... does it mean I'm still hypnotized, maybe?" "Yes, Lance--very good. That's exactly what it means. That shows your conscious mind and your subconscious are beginning to communicate better already. I also gave your subconscious mind a trigger suggestion, one that will allow you to return to that deep state of hypnosis quickly and easily." I reached out and put my palm on his forehead. "It's very easy," I said as I began to draw my hand down across his eyes and face. "It's just like going to... Sleep, Lance. Sleep." When my hand had passed, his eyes were closed, and his head sagged forward. I repeated the process several times: having him open his eyes and letting him think himself awake, then using the trigger to deepen him back into his trance. In this way, I trained his conscious mind to accept the trigger that brought his subconscious mind into that deep, suggestible state. Creativity. Cooperation. Focus. These were the suggestions that I made sure were deeply implanted in his mind. I suppose I could have tried to push farther that first session, but I preferred to work more slowly, more gradually, more seductively. Lance started coming by for sessions three times a week, every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday afternoon at five o'clock. That didn't interfere with the mall job he held during the day, or the band's schedule of performing in various clubs around the city most evenings. Always prompt, Lance would come into my office, and without realizing, he would find himself starting to feel relaxed and agreeable, maybe just a little bit sleepy. He and I would talk for a while, setting goals, giving feedback. He felt the sessions were really working--he really felt more creative when he sat down to work on songs. Of course he did. How could he feel any other way? And if, at the beginning of our third or fourth session, he found himself kicking off his shoes when he sat down on the couch, well, that was just because kicking off his shoes made him feel more comfortable, and comfort was an important first step to relaxing and opening himself to my helpful suggestions. And if, when he came into my office for our sixth or seventh session, he found himself also pulling off his t-shirt, well, it wasn't like it was that unusual. He had his shirt off most of the time he was onstage, playing his music, being creative, just like he was about to be when he unlocked his creativity during our session. I moved him along slowly and steadily, and he followed willingly. Along the way, Lance and I were getting to be good friends--real friends. He told me about his problems with his parents, who wanted him to quit the band and get a "real" job. ("They want me to have this big career and a better life than they did, but I think they're also afraid that I will. I just don't think the nine-to-five bullshit is for me, you know?") He told me about his problems with his girlfriend, who thought he was cheating on her when he wasn't. ("It's like I just can't do anything right. I love her and all, but she's always on my case about something.") I had my agenda, but I was still a therapist, and helping him work through his problems didn't get in the way of what I wanted. For our ninth session, Lance brought along a battered acoustic guitar case. He walked in and set it down beside the couch. As he pulled off his shoes and socks and t-shirt, which left him in a pair of ancient gray sweatpants, he told me about the big blow-up he had had with his girlfriend, the final blow, no turning back. Quitsville for them. And he told me it was for the best, and he sat down on the couch, already yawning a little, relaxing himself. He told me to remind him to play something for me before the session was over, this song that he had just written about the breakup, the best song he'd ever written--proof, he said, that the hypnosis was helping crank up his creativity. And he was already yawning a little, and slouching back on the couch, unaware that his subconscious was already easing him down and getting him ready for me to lean forward, already waiting for my hand on his forehead, then the slow, steady downward drag of my fingers across his face as I commanded him, "Sleep." After ignoring that cock that was swelling so familiarly again, more visible this time since he was wearing loose sweatpants instead of heavy jeans, after going through the preliminary suggestions, reinforcing the trance, reinforcing the trigger, I told his subconscious that we were going to play that familiar game again, the one in which he could open his eyes and think himself awake and aware, while really remaining deeply entranced, his subconscious firmly in control and open to my suggestions. I counted to three, and his eyes opened. He looked at me--that heavy-lidded look to his eyes and the loose-limbed way he shifted a little were the only signs that he wasn't as completely awake as he seemed. "So, what is it you wanted to play for me?" I prompted. He grinned and leaned forward to pull out the acoustic guitar. He settled it on the fabric of the sweatpants covering one leg, seeming not to notice the long, hard rod in his crotch against which the guitar body had to be rubbing. And he began to play, and he began to sing. A song about being in love, so much it hurts, then realizing the love had to end because it was the wrong kind of hurt. Nothing that a hundred troubadours haven't sung about since love was invented, but the song was intelligently written--good chords, smart lyrics. Catchy enough to hit big on the airwaves, and sharp enough to win major points with the critics. Sure, his voice, while fine for singing backup onstage or showing off a new song, wasn't the best. Sure, he was better bass player than guitar player. But the solid framework of the song shone through. A more gifted singer could turn this into a major hit. He looked up at me, as the last notes faded. He was smiling because he knew it was good, and he could tell from my expression that I thought so too. I told him so anyway. He beamed, expression muted only by the relaxed edge of being still deeply entranced. "It's just fucked up," he said, setting the guitar aside and letting his bare torso sink back against the back of the couch, "that I had to break up with her to write a song that good. You know what I'm saying? I mean, she could be a real bitch and all, but I really liked her up until the end. And she gave great head. You know what I mean? Really great head." He ran his fingertips absently down one pectoral, carelessly, as if his conscious mind was unaware of what his hand was doing. Sighing now: "Damn. You ever stayed with someone just because they're really great sex?" I knew my own life well enough to say, "Oh, yeah." He wasn't paying much attention to me, though. His fingers were continuing their slow downward tease across his taut skin. "I mean," he was saying, almost murmuring, "you think it's love at first, but really you're in love with the way they make you feel, the way they can really push your buttons." He was saying "they," not "she." Perhaps his subconscious was aware of that difference between us. "And you know, it's so good while it lasts that maybe you don't want to see the problems." This, while his fingertips sailed a slow circle around his navel. "Nobody's perfect, right? You're willing to put up with all the problems because sometimes what you have together just feels so good, and that's all you care about." His fingers disappeared under the loose waistline of his sweats, and I saw the outline of them creeping around the rod waiting there. He moaned musically, a low sound that ended like a sigh, like a new way of singing. Under the old, flimsy material of his sweats, I saw his manhood rise inside his hand, rise against the fabric like the silhouette of a whale surfacing from the ocean depths, not quite breaking the surface of the water yet. He was saying more, but frankly, I wasn't listening to him.I was paying attention--a different kind of hypnosis, maybe--to the song his hand was singing along the shaft of his sizeable cock, still safely tucked inside his sweats, but more than able to move around in the loose confines. He stroked himself slowly, his familiar hand making love to his cock inside there like an old friend. I glanced at his face. He was looking at his crotch, eyes half-closed, biting his lower lip, as if unsure why he was doing this, but loving the feel of what was happening nonetheless too much to stop. "Mmm," he moaned, and suddenly just the head of his cock slipped out from under the waistband of his sweats, and I saw it twitch, and as his hand continued to move on the concealed shaft, his cockhead quivered, and the muscles of his stomach gradually tensed, and the head spat a bolt of his white cum, across his abs and his arm. Another bolt surged out, then another and another, before the flow settled into dribbling out onto his skin, and his body sank--another sigh, long and contented--limply back into the couch's soft embrace. How do you follow that kind of performance? I eased him back into a contented sleep, and I cleaned up his cum with tissues from my bookcase. I told him that his conscious mind didn't need to remember what had happened if he didn't want to. I left that decision up to him. When he came back for our next session, I knew what he had decided. His shoes came off, socks, and his shirt, and this time his pants too. That left him relaxed and waiting on my couch in just his snug white briefs. I put him under, then had him open his eyes as if awake, and the scene played itself out again much as before. His subconscious mind got him talking about sex, favorite fantasies, this girl he had seen from the stage at last night's show, the way she looked at him hungrily and licked her smiling lips. His hand disappeared into his briefs, and this time, as he stroked, the front of his briefs got worked down under his knuckles, and I was able to see everything as he eased himself to another relaxed orgasm. The session after that, I sat next to him on the couch. He stripped down, this time revealing boxer shorts, and the scene repeated itself. When he reached into his boxers and pulled out his big, hard cock, I opened my own pants and hauled out mine. Side by side, we nursed ourselves to bliss. The whole time, he kept staring at my cock as if he'd never seen another man's hard-on before. Maybe he hadn't. What was going on here was the slow dance of seduction. Lance was getting what he wanted, and I was getting closer to what I wanted. The next session, with both of our cocks waving in the air, I suggested to Lance that he could put his hand on mine if he wanted, and maybe he could jack us both off at the same time, and it would make him feel even better. He must have wanted to because, though he stared as if he couldn't believe what was happening, his hand rose up and slowly floated through the air and settled snugly around my rod. He had very talented hands, and roughly two minutes later, he and I were having nearly simultaneous orgasms. And the session after that, he dispensed with the underwear altogether. With his mind again wrapped in that comfortable hypnotic experience that seemed so much like being awake, he watched wide-eyed as I went down on him and sucked him sweetly, with one of my fingers sliding under his butt to introduce itself to his asshole. He accepted it. I fingered him, found his prostate, and massaged it gently as I sucked him to his powerful climax. Then when I sat next to him on the couch with my pants bunched around my ankles, I cupped my hand behind his head, and I eased him down to get a closer look at my cock. He barely resisted my suggestion to give it a lick, and pretty soon he was giving his first blowjob. He let my cock pop out of his mouth at the wrong second, and my load slammed into the side of his neck and cheek, instead in his mouth where I planned to plant it. Ah, well--that would just have to wait until the next time. And a couple of sessions later, I had him naked and on his back on my soft, soft carpet, knees bent up to his chest, ankles on my shoulders, ass angled up at me with a pillow under his butt. I was pressing myself forward, telling his mind in that state that only appeared to be awake that, if he needed to, he could just relax and let his subconscious pull him back into sleep again. He moaned and complained that it hurt as I eased my hard cock into him, and his eyes grew a little more vacant, but they did not close. He stayed with me. I fucked him gently and slowly, stroking his dick. The flavor of his moans changed, from pain to something happier as he discovered he liked the way it felt. His cock oozed more precum than it ever had before. Soon, his load was spurting through my fingers, and the way his sphincter clamped around my invading rod pulled me over the edge into orgasm too. It was as if we'd passed through some barrier, all resistance gone from him now, and whenever I hypnotized him, he gave me full access to his mind as well as his body. From the start, some part of him liked getting fucked, and when he came by for his sessions, he would be practically trembling, biting his lower lip in anticipation as I reached for his forehead to sink him back into that familiar, pleasant trance, because he knew what would happen soon enough. 3. At the beginning of the session, as Lance shrugged out of his shirt, either not seeming to realize that he was in the process of getting naked again or else not caring, he said, "The guys are pretty pissed at me." I'd been to a couple of recent Rockz Off performances, and this confirmed the tension that I'd noticed onstage. I had also noted that they weren't debuting any new songs. "Oh?" I said, attempting again not to stare as all of that beautiful skin was progressively revealed. "Yeah," he said, trying to balance on one foot to remove his last sock, then starting on his jeans. "I think they're jealous. See, we used to write together all the time, but lately we've been trying to write songs on our own. 'Cause that group-writing thing wasn't really coming out too good." With his jeans and underwear down around his calves, he sat back on the couch and started working his feet out of them. "Lately, when we get together to play our songs to each other, it's pretty obvious that mine are a lot better than theirs." Naked now, semi-hard and hardening, he sank back, slouching against the soft couch, subconscious already nudging him slightly down into a light hypnotic state as it waited for me to take him fully there with his trigger command. "Well," I said to him, as I reached out to place my palm familiarly on his forehead, "No one said hypnosis has to be solitary." So that's how, two sessions later, I came to have Drew and Boner on the couch and Lance in one of my chairs. That left the other chair for me, but I wasn't sitting in it. I was standing beside Lance. If they thought anything about Lance having walked in and pulled off his tee-shirt, they didn't say so--hell, they'd seen Lance with his shirt off a lot, in practically every Rockz Off show. I don't think I'd seen a single band performance where he had kept his shirt on. Drew was the lead singer and guitarist. Sitting to my right on the couch, he was eyeing me eagerly, as if expecting some sort of stage performance. He had the handsome air of a handsome young man who knew how to use his looks to get what he wanted, and the grinning eagerness in his hazel eyes said, I'll try anything once. He had a very sensuous air--if I would let me harness it, he'd make a good subject. Boner, the hyperkinetic drummer, sat to my left on the couch, with the skateboard that was practically his second-best friend, after his drum set, beside him. The expression in his shock-blue eyes and pouting lips was openly suspicious. I'm not sure what Lance had said to convince him to come, but he obviously didn't want to be there. He had the petulant look of a child who has been told that something will be good for him. His short attention span and constant squirming would make getting him focused difficult. I'd have to find a way to make his attention deficit work for me. Just talking with them, trying to establish a physical rapport, I managed to figure out Drew's body language, but Boner's seemed to keep changing. Boner was a lot less willing to trust me than Drew was. Lance was the key. I would use him to reel in the other two. Step one had been to back him away from the instructions to get fully naked for the time being, at least as long as Drew and Boner were with us--that proved a little harder than I expected, since Lance's exhibitionist side really liked getting naked, so we compromised on his being able to take off his shirt if he wanted. Step two was getting Lance to convince Drew and Boner to come in for a trial session. Now, step three was to use Lance to carry the other two along, maybe even a little farther than they intended. Peer pressure is a wonderful tool. I was standing alongside Lance's chair. I said, mostly to Boner and Drew, "Okay, guys, here's the deal. If you want hypnosis to work for you, you have to be willing to put forth the effort. Hypnosis isn't a game, and it's not a magic bullet. Lance, would you let me use you to demonstrate something?" He looked up at me, uncertainly, but said, "Sure--I guess so." I put my palm on his forehead, passed my hand quickly, efficiently, over his face, and commanded him, "Sleep." Lance's eyes predictably closed, and his head slumped forward. Wide-eyed amazement from Drew and Boner, though they were trying to act cool about it. "Gentlemen, behold! A hypnotic trance." Okay, so I have a flair for showmanship."Forget everything you know about hypnosis from the media--this is the real deal. It looks a lot like regular sleep, and in some ways you'll act like you're merely asleep, but in truth the subconscious part of your mind will be alert and engaged and able to begin the kind of changes that make hypnosis such a very powerful tool." I put my hand on Lance's bare shoulder and squeezed it, careful to keep the contact within the limits of what Drew and Boner would think a "buddy" gesture. "Lance, I know you can hear me and the very special part of you is still very much awake and aware, even though your conscious mind is deeply relaxed and asleep. I wonder if you might be able to answer a couple of questions for us? I think Drew and Boner have some myths that need to be dispelled." "Mmm... okay..." "You're doing wonderfully, Lance. Now, the first question I want to ask you, since everyone seems to think that's what hypnosis is all about, is: Have I ever made you bark like a dog?" "Mnn... no..." "Or quack like a chicken?" Drew whispered, "Dude, chickens don't quack," and I gave him a grin and a conspiratorial wink. Lance drawled, "Nooo..." "You would say so truthfully if I had, wouldn't you?" "Yeah..." Boner hissed, "Ask him if he slept with my sister at Tina's party." Uh oh!--but before I could do anything to defuse that potential landmine, Lance said, "No...," which seemed to please Boner immensely. I said to him, "Okay, Lance, you've done an excellent job. Now just sit there and enjoy that deep, pleasant feeling. So relaxed. Just let yourself sink down deeper while I talk to Drew and Boner for a few minutes." To Drew and Boner, I said, "So, gentlemen, are you ready to be hypnotized too?" Drew shrugged coolly and mumbled, "Sure," and Boner hesitantly nodded. "Look at me now. Don't look away. Take a deep, relaxing breath. That's right. Just inhale... Hold it. And exhale... In a moment, I'm going to help you relax. In a moment, I'm going to ask you to extend your hands straight out in front of you, like this." I demonstrated by holding up my hands. This was close to the way I had first hypnotized Lance, but not exactly. I had to make some changes to accommodate Drew and Boner. "The moment you do, you'll place your palms approximately twelve inches apart. After that, I might ask you to close your eyes. The moment you close your eyes, you may feel as if there are magnets in your palms, and your hands will begin pulling toward each other, just tugging together. The moment your fingers touch, you can allow them to interlock, and you'll clasp your hands tightly together. The moment I count zero and your hands lock together, you can try to unclasp your hands. The moment you try to unclasp your hands, you will find that there is nothing you can do, say, or think that will allow your hands to separate." Drew and Boner stole a glance at each other, and Drew cocked his eyebrow as if to say, "What do you think?" I barked, "Guys, look here at me. Be serious here. Don't look away. Extend your hands in front of you now, fingers spread. Good--you're doing fine. In a moment, I'm going to tell you to close your eyes, and the moment you do close your eyes, it will feel as if there are magnets in your palms. As I count backward from three to zero, the pull of those magnets just gets stronger. Close your eyes now. Close them down tightly. Your hands can feel that tugging and pulling... Maybe you can already feel it. Close your eyelids down tightly. Tugging, pulling, tugging, as if there were magnets in your palms. Your hands are being drawn together. Tugging and pulling. Tugging and pulling. Magnets get stronger the closer they get, and the closer your hands get the stronger the pull. Tugging, pulling, tugging, pulling, locking down, sealed shut, fingers locked tightly together the moment they touch. Tugging, pulling, tugging, pulling. As I count backward from three to zero, the pull just gets stronger. "Three... Tugging, pulling. "Two... Tugging... pulling... "One... Tugging stronger... Pulling stronger... "The next number, zero, has them locked down, sealed shut, clasped down tighter and tighter together. Three, two, one, zero! Locking down. Sealing shut. Clasping tighter and tighter together. The more you try to unclasp your hands, the more securely locked down they become. That's fine. You're doing perfectly." I paused for a breath, then continued with my favorite part. "In a moment, I'm going to count backward from three to zero again. Stop trying to unclasp your hands. Just allow your hands to remain straight out in front of you. In a moment, I'm going to touch your hands, and the moment I touch your hands, they will easily and readily unlock. In fact, the moment I touch your hands, you will relax every muscle in your body and become limp and loose as if you were made from a handful of loose rubber bands. The moment I touch your hands, you will relax every muscle in your body and become limp and loose. When I touch your hands, relax and let go." I reached out and put one hand on Drew's clasped fingers and the other on Boner's, and I pushed their hands down into their laps and commanded them, "Sleep!" Drew swayed a little but stayed sitting forward a little. Boner sagged limply back against the couch. Hmm--that was a surprise. I'd thought Boner was going to be the tough one. I said to them, "In a moment, I'm going to begin relaxing you even further. In a moment, I'm going to begin counting backward from ten to zero. The moment I count off the number ten, you will allow your eyelids to remain closed, but in your mind's eye you will be able to see yourself at the top of a small set of stairs. As I say the number nine, and each additional number, you will simply move down those stairs, relaxing more completely. At the bottom of the stairs is a very large feather bed, so soft and comfortable. The moment I count zero, you will sink down into that feather bed and rest your head on the pillow. During this time if I touch you or move you, this will only help relax you deeper. Breathe in deeply, and we begin. "Ten. At the top of the stairs. You are relaxing and letting go. Ten. Nine. Becoming more limp, more loose, and more calm. Eight. Sinking into a more comfortable, peaceful, and relaxed position. Seven. Way down. Six. Let those neck muscles become relaxed and loose. Five. That's fine. You're doing perfectly, moving toward that feather bed. Four. Three. Two. If I touch you or move you, this will help relax you more deeply. On the next number, one, you will simply sink into a more comfortable, calm, peaceful, and relaxed position. Let your body go more limp, and more loose, as if you were made of rubber bands. One. That's fine. You're doing perfectly. Ready to sink deeply into that soft feather bed when I count zero. Ready to just sink. Zero." I pushed Drew's hands down again and commanded, "Sleep. Sleep now," and he sagged back against the couch too. Success! I'd like to say that it was one big party from the start, but that wouldn't be the truth. Working with three subjects is even tougher than working with one. What I needed was a way to selectively control one or two of them at a time. So what I used for their trigger was a little something I call the hypnosis ball. It's pretty easy. All I would have to do was tell one, or two, or all three of them that I wanted to return to a trance that I had a special little hypnotic rubber ball in my hand with his name on it. I would then act as if I were throwing the little rubber ball and, no matter where I threw it, it would ricochet twice as I counted off "bap, bap," and then it would hit him gently, squarely in the middle of his forehead--"pop!"--and that would be his cue to drop back into that pleasant hypnotic trance. I worked with all three of them until I thought they were conditioned enough to try it. It was a simple matter to ask them to open their eyes, think themselves awake and aware, while remaining deeply asleep. They opened their eyes when I asked, and blinked, and looked around. "Gentlemen, what I have here are three hypnotic rubber balls, one for each of you. No matter where I throw them, they'll always bounce twice, then come flying toward you and hit you gently in the forehead. When that happens, the hypnotic energy in the ball will help you drop back into a deep sleep. Would you like to try them? Lance? This one's for you." Lance would be easy--that was why he was first. I mimed tossing the ball at the opposite wall. "Bap... bap..." I counted off. Lance's eyes tracked the ball only he could see as it bounced each time I said "bap." The third leg of the ball's journey would bring it straight toward his forehead. "Pop!" I said. Lance's head snapped back a bit, as if indeed struck by a small ball, then rolled forward, nodding down, eyes shut. Deeply asleep. "Okay, Drew, your turn." I tossed the ball and counted off the bounces faster--"bap, bap!"--then gave him the impact cue. "Pop!" His head also jerked backward, then hung forward. Deeply asleep. Two down, Boner to go. "Boner, are you ready for yours?" Boner, wide-eyed, looked at me and shook his head vigorously: No! I grinned and nodded, Yes. He shook his head emphatically, No! I nodded, Yes, and tossed the imaginary ball. "Bap... bap..." Boner's wide eyes tracked its inevitable progress. And... "Pop!" His eyes nearly crossed as they tracked the approaching "ball" that he imagined to tap his forehead. His eyelids rolled closed and his head drooped forward. Deeply asleep. I silently congratulated myself for a job well-done.I worked with them on suggestions: they would feel themselves becoming more creative, opening themselves to let their inner creativity shine through. That was why they'd come to me. I wanted to take them farther, but I knew I had to pace this properly, take it slowly. No, nobody got naked that first session--or for the first several sessions, for that matter. In fact, when I woke them up at the end, Lance acted like, subconsciously, he was missing something. And for a virile young man who was used to having two or three orgasms per session, maybe he was. No matter--he would find out soon enough that he had special instructions for later. Right now, though, it was important that he leave with his two bandmates, since they had to get all the way across town for the Rockz Off performance that night. And later that night, or more accurately in the wee hours of the next morning, after their set at a local club, Lance found himself pulling up in front of an address in a residential area. Found himself, still shirtless in the warm summer air after their performance, going up to the door and ringing the bell. He seemed pretty uncertain--his conscious mind didn't know why he was there--and he was noticeably relieved when I opened the door and invited him into my house. That look of relief faded pretty quickly when I passed my hand over his eyes and face and commanded him, "Sleep." His subconscious was happy for the chance to come out and play. Clothing shed, deeply asleep face-down on my bed, his body became my playground. As a reward for having led the other Rockz Off boys into my office, I did everything I could to ensure that Lance enjoyed the games that I played there: the way my kisses traced the outlines of the muscles on his back, the feel of my fingertips teasing the summits of his nipples, my finger and tongue and then my cock activating the nerve endings inside his ass with pleasure, the friction of his hard-on against the bed beneath him, as I rocked us both intensely to orgasm. Lance and I moved our play to after-hours at my home. His subconscious didn't mind, as long as it--and his cock--got regular attention. The afternoon sessions at my office became the training time for all three members of Rockz Off. I would hear the scowl of Boner's skateboard in the marble-floored hallway outside my offices, and I would know the boys were arriving. Mental note number one: I really should talk to Boner about not skateboarding indoors. Pretty soon, I had their creative drives and their sex drives connected. One invoked the other, and the other way around too. Their shirts were easy, and after a week, Drew and Boner were joining Lance in cheerfully ditching theirs at least by the time they sat down for the session, if not by the time they walked through my door. Shoes and socks followed. Both Drew and Boner, however, were more hesitant than Lance had been about their pants, so I had to make do with their pants staying on for a few sessions longer. Instead, I worked on empowering the exhibitionist sides of their personalities. Hey, maybe a hypnotist can't in one giant step make the subject do something he wouldn't normally want to do, but he can work the subject up to it in smaller, slower steps. That's a different kind of seduction. Sexuality and creativity, creativity and sexuality. Pretty soon, I had these three handsome young men swimming in both. They'd come in and I'd get them under. I'd spend some time working on reinforcements and suggestions. Then I would ask them to open their eyes and imagine themselves wide awake, while their creative subconscious minds remained fully engaged. I'd turn on a portable tape recorder, and they'd jam for a while. Drew and Lance on acoustic guitar, Boner either on an acoustic guitar too--he played passably--or drumming with sticks on the little table. With the recorder capturing everything for later review, they'd toy with some ideas, gradually working them together, and maybe I would sometimes offer a suggestion about what worked and what didn't, and invariably they would have a song coming together before the tape ran out. They were all really happy with the results of the sessions. Drew chose the timing for the next step. By then, I still hadn't convinced Drew or Boner to take their pants off, though I was still working on that. But to their minds, being creative and being sexual were so firmly, unquestionably connected, that all three of them had erections throughout the jam sessions. That day, as they wound down a particularly good song, just before I was going to use the hypnotic balls to return them to their official trances, Drew set his guitar aside, turned off the recorder, and leaned back against the couch. "Oh, fuck, dude," he sighed to no one in particular, "I am so fucking horny." He cocked his head and looked at the bulge in his snug jeans. His fingers found it and rubbed it through the thick fabric. It was something his conscious mind would never have done if it had been in control. He was the ringleader, and the others would follow his example. Boner's jaw dropped, but he didn't look away from Drew's hand. "Me too, dude," Lance said. He put aside his guitar, stretched out his legs as he slouched in his seat, and his hand started rhythmically squeezing the ridge of his cock through his loose shorts. Boner didn't say anything. He just leaned back too and bit his lower lip as he massaged the lump in the crotch of his shorts, never taking his eyes off Drew's hand. Drew carefully, slowly, pulled down the zipper of his jeans. His fingers fished inside and soon hauled out a long, sleek erection. He moaned under his breath as his fingers teased the shaft of it. Lance didn't need any urging. With one smooth push, his shorts and underwear were at his ankles, and he pulled his left leg free of them, leaving them bunched around his right ankle. Boner looked at Drew, at Lance, at Drew, and then he too opened his pants and let his dick come out for some play-time. "Yeah, dudes, stroke those cocks," Drew panted as his hand slid up and down his own shaft. He grinned at the others before a sudden surge of pleasure made him close his eyes and toss his head back. I had three beautiful young men masturbating in my office. I was very pleased with their progress. Lance's legs tensed, followed by his stomach. His pumping hand sped up on his rigid meat. He groaned into his orgasm and began spurting ropes of semen up onto his chest and abs. With a final moan, he sagged limply into his chair, spent. Drew gasped, "Gonna cum!" Without further ado, he did, his load erupting like white lava from the head of his cock, coating the head and his fingers, running down the shaft. Halfway through Drew's climax, Boner began his. His weapon fired two rounds that splattered against the left side of his chest, before settling into a steady stream that stained the front of his shorts. I applauded their performances, and they grinned at me sheepishly. I could see Drew and Boner looking embarrassed, maybe already starting to wonder why they had gotten so caught up in their music that they'd wanted to jack off, so I said, "Okay, guys, it's time for the hypnosis balls, and this time I have one for each of you." I pantomimed throwing the balls high into the air. "Bap--bap--coming closer, closer--pop!" Three heads sagged forward into sleep. I was able to get them cleaned up, their suggestions reinforced, their conscious mind's access to the memories blurred into nothing but a lingering feeling of contentment at a wonderful jam session, and their clothes back in place before sending them off to that night's performance. Mental note number two: Buy more tissues. They reported an immediate feeling of more cohesion onstage--no more tension between the band members. Naturally, I took only partial credit for helping them overcome that. Two more sessions ended with jack-off sessions. The third time, Drew felt comfortable enough to drop his pants at the beginning, as he was settling himself on the couch--his underwear stayed on, so it wasn't a complete victory. Still, it was something, and Lance and Boner followed suit. Not until the session after that was their underwear uniformly discarded, and they started the hypnosis session and the jam session in the nude. I was very impressed with the scenery! During the session, Drew stopped jacking, angled his legs toward Boner beside him on the couch and whispered, "Touch it. Go on, dude. I know you wanna. It's okay." Boner licked his lips. Slowly, his arm moved, airlifting his hand hesitantly over Drew's crotch and depositing it around the shaft. Drew leaned back, hands behind his head, and moaned, "Oh, fuck, yeah. Jack me, dude. Beat off my big, hard meat." Mental note number three: Teach Drew how to talk dirty without sounding like a bad porn movie. "Drew," I suggested, "why don't you return the favor?" Drew seemed to think that was a great idea as he grinned at me and reached for Boner's erection. I knew from the start that Drew and Boner had messed around together on the side as teenagers. They had told me they'd been best friends since childhood--they had met Lance later, when they were forming the band--and when I asked Drew and Boner about teenage sex-play later, while they were deeply asleep, they both confirmed it. Both had enjoyed it, but Drew had moved on to girls. Boner seemed to have a lingering crush on Drew, and Drew at some level seemed aware of it. During the next session, while Boner was jacking Drew off, Drew snaked his fingers around the back of Boner's head and pressed it toward his crotch. Boner tried to pull back, but Drew kept up the pressure. "Go, on, dude," Drew whispered. "We both know you wanna. It's okay. Make me feel good."Boner continued to resist for a few moments, never taking his eyes off Drew's rod, but then he let himself be convinced. Drew guided Boner's head to his erection, and Boner kissed it and began licking the shaft like an old friend. "Hey, Lance," Drew drawled, voice low, seductive, husky with sex. "C'mere." Lance climbed out of his chair and knelt on the floor between Drew's spread knees. Boner leaning over Drew from beside him on the couch, Lance coming in from underneath in front--they took turns sucking Drew's cock. Lance would suck while Drew and Boner kissed. Boner would suck while Lance tongue-bathed Drew's nuts. Drew groaned and grimaced. "Gonna cum," he grunted, pushing Boner's head off his cock. Two strokes, with Lance still licking his ballsack, and Drew was shooting all over his stomach, arm, and hand. I suggested that perhaps Drew should return the favor. Lance and Boner sprawled alongside each other on the couch, with Drew kneeling in the floor in front of them. Drew alternated, sucking one and jacking the other, then jacking one and sucking the other. Lance and Boner turned to each other, when I encouraged them, to kiss and explore each other's chests and nipples. While Drew was sucking Lance, Boner made a small sound, his tongue still deep in Lance's mouth, and Boner's whole body shook, legs twitching like an epileptic's, and he shot two bursts of cum that smacked his chest, the rest oozing out to coat Drew's hand. Boner sank back against the couch with a sigh, spent. Drew slipped a finger up between Lance's legs, at my suggestion, and his finger found its way into Lance's asshole. I'd taught Lance to enjoy a little anal play, and sure enough, seconds later, he was firing his jizm across Drew's cheek and neck. After that, they all three found themselves sinking down into a little nap, while I continued my conversation with their subconscious minds. Boner was definitely the follower. He increasingly came to worship Drew. I could suggest something and Boner might try to refuse, but if Drew suggested it, Boner threw himself into it wholeheartedly. Lance was in the middle. Sometimes leading; sometimes following, but always second in command to Drew during the group sessions. In our private sessions, alone at my house after their stage performances were over, Lance proved an apt student in the art of lovemaking, as well as an increasingly compliant subject for mental training. Drew was definitely the ringleader. He was always the first to throw a boner, the first to get off. He liked calling the shots during their sex-play. He was, of course, mostly acting on the suggestions I had fed into his subconscious mind, but he added some enthusiastic embellishments of his own. While their minds were still entranced, during the jam sessions where they only thought themselves conscious, it was always Drew who would decide when they had played enough, put his guitar aside, lean forward to turn off the tape recorder, then slouch back to display his happy erection. He would call either Lance or Boner over to suck it, sometimes both, and they would do what he told them. In the meantime, their song on the radio was getting big. Well, maybe not that big, since it was still local, but big enough. Big enough to indeed get them booked for the radio station's big end-of-the-summer show. It was going to be an all-day outdoor concert, and Rockz Off was going to be the last opener before the major-league band, which the station was bringing in from out of town as the headlining act. The Rockz Off boys had worked up a new set of songs, heavy on new pieces that they'd written in my office. These were good songs, too, and they knew it. Still, they were feeling jittery. This performance would bring a lot of attention--it would be the performance that could make their careers. So, backstage, I took them into a quiet side room. I used the hypnotic rubber ball trick to help them relax. Focus. Let go of their fears. Soon, shirts off, thoughts wrapped in a calming, comforting hypnotic euphoria, Rockz Off took the stage. Drew, the lead singer and guitarist, closed his eyes and writhed his sinewy body, playfully and sexually, at the microphone and sang his heart out, throwing everything he had inside out for the audience to see and hear, as if making love to everyone in the audience. Boner, on drums, flailed and slammed, his muscular arms naked and gleaming with sweat, with the intensity of a boy jerking off and finally conjuring the key that unlocked the primal strength inside him. Lance swayed, pale and untouchably distant as a ghost behind his bass, and the lines he teased from his instrument wrapped around the others', creating unity that swelled through the speakers and blasted out over the audience like a benediction. Since their instruments concealed their crotches, the audience didn't realize the Rockz Off boys were hard the entire time. When their set was over and they ran victoriously offstage before the headliners were brought out, they threw themselves into the people packed backstage to congratulate them for their stellar performance. The Rockz Off boys clustered around me, big grins and yelling and slapping each others' backs and mine, congratulating me for helping them, even as the crowd around them was congratulating them. A familiar-looking man pushed his way through the crowd toward us. "Great set, guys," he gushed. He introduced himself as Steve, an artist management representative from a recording company whose name made us all pay attention. "You guys gave a terrific performance, just terrific. I looked at this "Steve" and said, "You don't remember me, do you?" Steve looked at me and grinned. "You old dog!" he yelled as he thrust his hand at me. "I heard you still lived around here." Lance looked at me and asked, "You know this guy?" "Remember I told you I had been in a band myself a few years back? Steve here played guitar." Steve grinned. "But that's all water under the bridge. These days, I'm much better at artist development than I ever was as a performer. But you," he said to me, "I should have known you'd be involved with talented young men like these. Are you their manager?" Before I could beg off, Drew said, "Yeah! And he's the best manager you ever saw!" Boner and Lance nodded vigorously. Steve thrust his business card at me. "Call me at that number tomorrow. I want to talk contract, and I want to talk tour. Nice seeing you again, by the way." And then Steve disappeared back into the throng, and the Rockz Off boys had a whole new reason to cheer. So, afterward, I invited the band members back to my place, for a more private party. They followed me home. Drew, pulling off his tee-shirt as he walked in, looked around. "Nice place you got here," he said. I could tell he was impressed but trying not to show it. He gravitated toward the living room, leaving a stream of discarded clothes in his wake, and dropped himself down onto one half of the couch. Lance and Boner followed him, stripping down too. Lance parked himself in a chair, and Boner sprawled on the other half of the couch. Boner was living up to his nickname--he was already hard, his subconscious already looking forward to what was about to happen. Drew looked at me and said, "You got anything to drink around this place? I'm ready to party!" I've got something you can drink, all right, I thought, but what I said was, "I've got something better. What I've got right here is a little hypnotic rubber ball for each of you. Drew, you ready for yours? Boner, how about you?" I pretended to toss their rubber balls at the floor, and their eyes tracked the imaginary bounces. "Bap, bap ... pop!" Drew's head and Boner's yanked backward a little, then rolled forward, slumped limply, eyes closed. "Okay, Lance, ready for yours?" And just as I was about to toss it, Lance grabbed my wrist. "No," he said. "I'll do what you say, but this time--this time, I want to be awake for it." I thought, Well, well, so someone has been remembering more than he let on. I said, "Okay." By now, it was simple to ask Drew and Boner to open their eyes again, thinking themselves awake and aware. I aimed Drew's head at Boner, and they kissed. "Lance, why don't you get over them and join in," I suggested. Lance climbed onto the couch with his friends, and the three of them let their tongues play together. Pretty soon, I had Lance and Drew pinning Boner to the couch. Drew grinned a dirty grin at Lance and pulled at Boner's legs, pushing the thighs up and apart, and he buried his face in Boner's crotch between them. He began to lick up and down Boner's rod there. "Yeah," Boner sighed contentedly. "Suck my dick. Suck it!" I'd experienced Drew's talented tongue a few times myself recently, and I knew he was getting good at it. He was lapping at Boner's stiff meat to prove it. I told Lance to reach over and give Drew a hand, and he wrapped his fingers around Drew's hard-on and began to stroke him in rhythm with Drew's licks. Boner pushed his hips up to meet Drew's tongue. I had other plans and suggested they all change position. I had Drew sprawl out, with his back propped against the arm of the couch. Boner on his hands and knees, over him, bending his head to kiss Drew's cock. Lance behind Boner, parting the cheeks of Boner's ass. I told Lance to lean in and give Boner's ass cheeks a kiss and a lick. Lance didn't like to put his face near an ass much, even with me, and he grimaced at the thought. He groaned, but he obeyed, showing me that he knew doing what I said was part of what made the sex-play so hot. But when I suggested he stick his tongue in Boner's crack and lick his asshole, Lance pulled back."Uh, no, dude," he said, looking at me. "Can't I do something else instead?" "Sure," I said as I reached out my hand and pressed it against his forehead. "Sleep," I commanded, passing my hand over his face. After that, Lance became a lot more cooperative. Lance moved in, clamping his mouth over Boner's asshole, and I could hear him lapping at it. Boner was moaning, leaning down to get more of Drew's cock into his mouth. Drew gripped his hands around Boner's head, fingers through his hair. When I had Boner slide a spit-slicked finger under Drew's ballsack and up between his butt cheeks, Drew groaned, and I encouraged Boner to go ahead and slide his finger on inside Drew's hole. I got out of my clothes and joined in. I teased a nipple here, a nipple there. Fingered a scrotum. Teased an arm with kisses. The more instructions I gave, the more we got lost in a mass of body parts. My hands found a chest, searched out the nipples there, and yanked on them. They turned out to be Drew's, for it was his head that rose and sighed on the cusp between pleasure and pain. I caressed them again, more gently, and Drew writhed against my hands, not knowing which way to move. Boner was sucking me, and he came up for air. He spat out my cock and looked up at me, grinning, and I pulled his face up to mine and we kissed. "You want that hot little ass of yours fucked now?" I asked him, reaching down to give his muscular butt a firm slap. "Are you ready for it now?" "Fuck me," Boner murmured. His eyes were open, shining with lust. I pressed my ass back against Lance's face for another second before I said, "Let's switch places," to them all. Lance moved up on the couch. Drew crawled out from under Boner. "Okay, let's see if you guys have really learned how to get fucked," I said. I patted Lance's butt--the skin of them felt like satin, laid over muscles underneath that felt like steel. Drew was flipping Boner over on his back, seizing his ankles, pressing them up against his chest. That left Boner's upturned asshole vulnerable and exposed. Drew positioned his cockhead against it and began to push slowly forward. I spread Lance's cheeks and, between them, his asshole winked at me. I smeared lubricant over it, into it, then eased the tip of my aching cock up to it and rubbed it into the slick maw. Lance's ass was burning hot inside, hungry with passion. It seemed like I had merely poked my cock past the sphincter and suddenly his ass was sucking me inside. I groaned and shoved. Beside me, Drew groaned and shoved. The heat of Lance's ass girdled my cock, then pulled me deeper into it. Drew's hips smacked gently against Boner's butt. I shoved into Lance, deeper still, until my pole was all the way home. Lance's body bucked in front of me. His hole clamped harder around my cock. I told Boner and Lance to give each other a hand, and they each managed to wrap a fist around each other's rod and jack each other while Drew and I fucked them. Drew laughed and grunted. I fucked Lance slowly, purposefully, pulling out and then sliding back in. Lance and Boner twisted their heads around and managed to kiss, mouths gasping for air as our cocks sent ripples of rapture through their bodies. Lance's body was flushed and soaked with sweat. His gurgles were loud, lewd. His sucking asshole, as I quickened my pace, felt like a burning pit as my cock rammed in and out relentlessly. Boner's rod swelled up against his belly, leaping and jerking against Lance's hand every time Drew thrust into Boner's butt. It swelled larger and redder. Then, suddenly, as Drew rammed his cock all the way into Boner's ass, I told Boner to cum, and his cock pulsed and abruptly began to spew. Drew leaned forward at my instruction and kissed Boner, and their mouths pressed together muffled Boner's cries. Drew laughed and rose up to kiss me. I jammed my tongue between his lips and he sucked on it eagerly. "Cum," I whispered to him, and immediately his body bucked and trembled, and he drove his cock deep into Boner's ass one last time as he shot his load. Boner continued to milk Lance's cock with his hand. I bent myself over Lance's back as I hunched into his ass. I kissed his neck, pulled his head back to nibble his ear. "Cum now," I murmured into his ear. "Cum hard." We came together. Lance's butt clamped hard on my cock as he began his orgasm, and that triggered mine. I let my jizm fill his guts as he shot off onto Boner's hand and the couch below. I pulled his body up and turned his head back so that we could kiss deeply. We lay there together, chests heaving, cum everywhere. "Not bad, boys," I said, before suggesting that they follow me to the bedroom for Round 2. The next morning, after a night of little sleep--for me, anyway--in which the Rockz Off boys had proven exactly how well they loved to follow my orchestrations, after showers, and pulling their clothes back on, Lance and I saw Boner and Drew to the door. I was mentally working through ways to rearrange my schedule so that I could accompany them on tour. I might have to bring in a partner to take over my therapy practice for a while, but I figured it would be worth it. After all, somebody would have to watch out for these guys on the road, and who was better for the role of watchful manager than I? I promised to call them the moment I got off the phone with the management company. As Drew was climbing into his car, and Boner was shoving off on that skateboard that he rode everywhere, Lance and I waved to them from my doorway, and this time I didn't even try to disguise the affection in my arm draped around Lance's bare shoulders. Lance made no effort to stop me either. Yes, Rockz Off would need the voice of experience to call the shots and guide them through the pratfalls of the music industry. As I guided Lance back to the bedroom for one last quickie before I made the call, I decided that I was just the man for the job.	4
100,699	Hell Night	Hell Night by Wrestlr The five pledges kneel, hands clasped behind their backs, facing the small raised stage in the dim basement. The fraternity president, clad in a hooded robe--coarse fabric, dark brown--that obscures his face and covers his body all the way to his feet, stands on the stage. The pledges listen intently as the president, Adam, intones the usual rhetoric about how tonight Hell Night begins: "You go into this to prove yourself worthy, blah-blah-blah, and if you show you have what it takes, you will emerge on the other side a brother, blah-blah-blah." Frankly, I've heard better spiels in pretty much every movie about a fraternity initiation, but I don't begrudge them their ritual or the drenched-in-pomposity seriousness they expect. Initiations are a rite of passage, yes, but they're also a spectacle. Adam has so much presence and such a forceful personality that he can make even this cornball hokum sound important. The ritual was like this when I was initiated, it has been like this every year that I've been a member, and I can't expect them to change it just because I'm pledge master this year. A fraternity thrives on consistency. An ornate grandfather clock, perhaps an antique but probably just old, has been hauled out of storage somewhere and positioned at the back of the stage to give tonight the appearance of authority. Adam times his speech perfectly, stopping just seconds before--wait for it, wait, wait--the clock chimes in ominous bass tones. Nine p.m. Adam declares that Hell Night has officially begun. The assembled brothers, clad in robes identical to Adam's, hoot and whistle. I don't have to be a mind-reader to sense the pledges' nervousness as they wonder what the brothers have planned for them. All the degradation, humiliation, and abasement they've endured in the last several weeks is, they fear, about to get many times worse. Hell Night lasts only twelve hours, each one of the pledges is thinking; surely they can handle whatever is done to them for just twelve hours. They have no clue what's really in store. Anyway, Adam gestures at me, and as pledge master I am expected to administer the first challenge. We don't "haze" our pledges; we "challenge" them. But we--I--have a secret these pledges are about to experience firsthand. They really have no idea. The pledges kneel in a line, bare knees against the hard concrete basement floor, shoulder to shoulder, their heads bowed reverently. They wear their usual pledge uniform: boxer shorts, no shirts, mismatched shoes in the fraternity colors--the right one red and the left one gold--and a red-and-gold necktie tied around their foreheads like a headband. Their boxer shorts formerly were white, but now show a few brightly colored stains remaining from last week's backyard paintball challenge. I approach the second pledge in the line, intentionally skipping the first for now. I sense the mild confusion of Pledges One and Two--they would have expected me to start at one end of the line or the other. Pledge One is secretly relieved; he won't be the first to undergo whatever test I will administer; he expects to watch and learn from what happens to the others. That's exactly why I skipped him. I push the hood back off my head. I hold a plate and a fork. "Initiates," I intone, playing my part, "your first challenge awaits. This"--I rattle the fork against the merely old ceramic plate from a thrift shop that we have told them is an ancient fraternity relic, steeped in history or some such bullshit--"is dog shit. This is your first challenge." With two fingers under his chin, I tilt Pledge Two's bowed head up to face me. He's a laid-back Nordic surfer boy, eighteen, light brown hair, good body, not a trace of hair on his chest. Cute face, and an even cuter ass that I can hardly wait to fuck. But he also has a fast, accurate mind for mathematics and I'm eager to add his skills to our collective psyche. College has been his first taste of life away from home. Well, tonight will be a different kind of education for him. Look into my eyes, I say into his mind, and I feel his disbelief as he realizes he heard my voice but not with his ears. By then, his eyes, equal parts shock and confusion, have met mine, and I'm inside his head. Eye contact is not required; I just like to see the way a man's expression goes slack when I take him for the first time. I take Pledge Two quickly, sinking my hooks into his mind, bending his will to my own, enthralling him. His psyche quiets, becomes receptive, becomes obedient. He will obey me without question. "Open your mouth, Initiate," I order aloud, and he does. The other pledges, peeking from the corners of their eyes, are awed; they knew Pledge Two was laid-back, but they thought surely he'd object to eating dog shit. His simple obedience astonishes them. I skewer a piece of what's on the plate with the fork and transfer it to the pledge's mouth. "Chew," I order, and he does. "Swallow." He does. Behind them, the assembled brothers erupt into howls and whistles. I sidestep to Pledge Three. What is on the plate is, of course, not really dog shit. It's a chocolate bar that has been sliced and squeezed and maybe mixed with something else to look like feces. But the pledges don't know that. Pledge Three gulps. His mind blazes with fear and doubt. He looks up at me nervously. Any other time, this breach of protocol--breaking the standard "head down" position without being ordered to do so--would have earned him yelling and demerits. Instead, as our eyes meet, he is on the receiving end of my thoughts, which dominate his and subjugate his mind. I comfort and quiet his fears. Pledge Three is a dark-haired Latino, dark eyes, olive skin, neatly man-scaped hair on his chest. In the next few seconds, he never realizes what is happening before it's over and his mind belongs to me. I put a piece of "dog shit" into his mouth and order him to chew and swallow. While all the brothers in my fraternity have become my mental thralls, I have intentionally not used my abilities on the pledges until now. After all, I couldn't risk someone I'd dominated washing out during the rush process and going out into the world before being completely bound to me; I couldn't risk the possibility that someone out there might discover clues that would lead him to me. Maybe I've seen too many dystopian movies, but I can't imagine having my skills revealed would end well for me. I've been cautious ever since my abilities had first manifested, which happened shortly after my own initiation. Pledge Four is older than the others. He is twenty, having served two years in the Army right out of high school. Now he is starting college like the other pledges, but he is more mature. He's a lanky, pale-skinned Irish boy, with a couple of tattoos and a small patch of hair between his pecs. His discipline will be a great addition to our collective mind-skills, but I've also been wondering whether his military training and discipline will make a difference in my ability to take him; I'm looking forward to a real contest of wills. Look into my eyes, I tell him as I swivel his head up to face mine. His thoughts twitch around mine. He doesn't understand what is happening, has a moment of knowing only that something he has never experienced before is happening to him. By habit he tries to lock down his reactions with stoicism, but I'm already inside him. In the end, he lasts perhaps a few seconds more than the others before he succumbs. Oh, well. Pledge Five is a black guy, a swimmer on the college team, with the classic sleek swimmer's build. He likes to smile and joke, but he's all seriousness now. He thinks this can't possibly be real dog poop, suspects a typical initiation prank at the pledges' expense; he fights the urge to grin as I step in front of him. When I touch his chin, he meets my gaze with an expression more mischievous than brave. Two seconds later, his mind belongs to me, and he chews obediently. That leaves Pledge One. All though rush he had a cocky attitude, and I'm amused to see his attitude has abandoned him now; his nervousness has escalated to the point that he is almost vibrating. The horror and near-panic radiating from his thoughts is such a change that it makes me smile. Drawing out his misery, I pretend ignorance. "I have one piece of dog crap left. Who did I forget?" I mutter, knowing he hears me.The hooting brothers start calling out Pledge One, which makes him tremble all the harder. All eyes are on him, and he is afraid of losing his nerve. He debates running, quitting, telling us where we can all stick our fraternity, but he also knows we're one of the most active frats on campus. He has ambitions; he wanted access to our connections and influence. If we blackball him, he'll be a pariah. That's a strong incentive for him to stay and put up with whatever we throw at him during Hell Night. "Oh, yeah," I gloat, as I walk over to him. "Nearly forgot about you. You ready for your taste of yummy-yummy dog shit, initiate?" He swallows hard. He knows better than to answer with anything other than, "Yes, sir." I don't take over his mind. Not yet. Instead, I skewer the last piece of "shit" with the fork and hold it down where he can see it. The brothers managed to make it look sort of realistic this year, unlike the obviously fake version they fabricated the year I was initiated. I'd love to say this faux-shit is a traditional fraternity recipe handed down over the generations, but in truth, like a lot of fraternity rituals, we've just been making this up as we go along. But the initiate doesn't know that. The locker room smell in the basement drowns out the smell of the "shit"; he can't detect the chocolate scent that would give the trick away. He saw all four of his fellow pledges chow down on it, and he has probably half-talked himself into believing he could do it too. But confronted with a piece just a few inches from his mouth, he reconsiders. Terror has crippled his ability to commit to one course of action. The fork eases closer to his lips. He knows he should open his mouth to receive it. He trembles, begins to sweat. The fork is an inch away from his lips. His jaw quivers. A shudder runs through him. "No!" he shouts at the last second and jumps to his feet, hurtles backward away from me. He collides with the wall of assembled brothers behind him. "I can't do it! I can't! It's fucking gross, man!" Panicked, he tries to push through the brothers to get to the door, but they hold him, don't let him pass. "Let me go! I won't--No way!--Too fucking gross!--I can't!" The brothers push him back toward me, and he stumbles to the floor at my feet. If Pledge One had been just any other pledge, I might have let him go, let him walk out and not join us. But Pledge One isn't the only one with ambitions. His father runs a series of investment firms, has lots of cash and connections, and we want access to that that. Therefore we want Pledge One. Shh, I say into his mind, bringing his jumbled thoughts into focus on me. "--The fuck?" he yelps. He gapes at me, not understanding how he heard me when I didn't say a word. Our eyes meet. So easy--just let it happen. Confusion colors his thoughts as his mind opens to me. I burrow in, not deeply enough to take full control yet, but strongly enough to influence him. "Be a good boy," I say out loud. "Open wide." I lift the fork to his mouth. He hesitates, fearful, repulsed, but somehow also knowing--as long as he stays focused on me, stares into my eyes--everything will be okay. His mouth opens halfway. I slide the fork between his lips. He chews, tastes sugar, chocolate, whatever the brothers made this "shit" from this year. He realizes the trick. Relief floods him, then anger at being duped and at embarrassment of his outburst. He begins to realize he cannot look away. I smirk as he begins to wonder what is happening. He doesn't have time to realize what's going on. He sinks as I cradle his mind in my control, though I still do not take him over completely. I hold him just enough to make him let go of his anger. I do not take full control yet. I have other plans for him. I turn to Adam and announce, "Mister President, the initiates have been tested and have passed their first challenge. I present to you this year's initiates for brotherhood. They await your instruction." At the same moment, I slip my thoughts back into Adam's head and take control of him too. Controlling as many minds at once as I'm about to will be exhausting, but Hell Night is always a special occasion. Adam sighs contentedly as the familiar grip of my control glides around his thoughts. Adam is more than just the fraternity's president--he is also my roommate and my favorite lover, though we're not monogamous and I'm not sure I would call him my boyfriend. I know he has a dark side, but I can handle that. He is the only one at the frat who knows my secret. He loves being in charge, and he is never happier than when I have merged our minds into total harmony. We make a good team: I have the strength of mind, and he has the confidence and the strength of personality. I create the control, and he gives the orders. Adam's first order to the initiates is exactly what I expect: "Strip!" For the first couple of hours, what unfolds is more of the humiliation and domination the pledges have already endured during rush, only now they're fully naked. Push-ups. Sit-ups. Paddlings. I keep enough of a hold on the pledges to make them obey without question, and I allow them to retain some awareness of what's going on. They're starting to think Hell Night might not be so bad. Minutes before midnight, though, it's time for one of our initiation traditions: the Naked Hell Night Run. For this, the initiates are allowed to put their mismatched fraternity-colored shoes back on, but as the name implies they're otherwise naked. We brothers hustle the pledges out to the street out front of the frat house and line them up. The challenge is simple: All they have to do is run all the way down and around the block and back to the house, about a mile and a half total. Being naked in public like this on an autumn night embarrasses them, but they're thinking they can handle it. Then all the brothers from the neighboring frat houses start pouring out onto their lawns to watch and catcall. Being naked in public becomes several times more humiliating when the public is several times larger. Joker Pledge Five, the black swimmer, decides to make the best of the situation. He raises his arms and bounces on his toes like a defiant prize fighter, which makes his nice-sized flaccid cock bounce up and down too. He grins widely when our neighbors point and holler encouragement at him. The adulation encourages him, and he strikes a series of bodybuilder poses for his appreciative audience. The late-night autumn air is chilly. When the grandfather clock chimes the stroke of midnight, audible through the open window, Adam yells, "Go!"--and the pledges take off running. They're all fit, so the run itself is not a problem. Neighboring frats cheer or yell insults, lewd comments. Our frat house sits in the middle of a long block, so the pledges have to run about one-fifth of a mile to reach the corner and turn onto the second leg of their race. That's when all hell breaks loose for them. On the adjoining block is our arch-rival frat, and they've been preparing for our pledges. The rivals pelt our pledges with raw eggs, ice water, paint, who knows what-all. By the time the pledges stagger through that gauntlet and reach the next corner, all of them are freezing, covered in slime, and so fucking miserable that two of them want to quit. Fortunately my control ensures they keep running. The total distance they have to run is about a mile and a half--doable, but not exactly fun when they're naked, cold, filthy, and forced to endure insults every step of the way. Even Pledge Five is visibly crestfallen. One by one, they reach the frat house again; they're forced to wait in the street out front, completely exposed to their laughing and hooting audience, until the last of their number arrives, gasping and plodding. Then the brothers hustle the pledges into the back yard ... where somebody yells that we can't allow the initiates back in the house looking like that, and two brothers use garden hoses to unleash torrents of cold water on the pledges. They're told to scrub, get that crap off of them, make them themselves all clean and pretty again--which isn't that easy when they're shivering and practically immobilized by the cold. Needless to say, when the water is cut off, the pledges aren't exactly filth-free. Other brothers move in, armed with douche bulbs. The pledges are made to squat and endure enema-douches, forced to suffer through the indignity of voiding their bowels right there in the back yard, though the semi-darkness preserves some of their modesty. As pledge master, I preside over the hosings, scrubbings, and douchings until I finally declare the initiates are as clean as they're going to get. Then the brothers hustle the initiates back into the basement, which seems like a warm paradise compared to what the pledges have just endured, and they're given towels to dry themselves. That's where Adam gives his next order: "Strip!" Of course the initiates immediately drop their towels and peel off their frat-colored shoes, but this time the order is not for them alone. The assembled brothers also wrestle out of their robes and stand naked, some of them already showing half-hard cocks. The pledges begin to realize what will be happening, but my hold on their minds keeps them locked in place, unable to protest. The pledges stand in a circle. Everyone knows the biscuit game--a bunch of guys jack off and cum on a cookie or something, and the last guy to cum has to eat the cookie--but our version has a twist. Each initiate has his own cookie. Each of them jacks off. They'd all expected Hell Night would involve being made to jack off, so none of them puts up too much resistance to my influence that propels them to hardness, irresistible horniness. Cookie in one hand, cock in the other, they jack themselves.Each of them comes onto his cookie--with my tweaks in their heads, they come in quick succession to one another--and then the twist: each of them passes his cookie to the initiate on his left, who eats half and then passes it to the man on his left, who eats the remainder. In our version, each pledge eats the cum of two men, to the catcalls and hollers of the assembled brothers. Pledge Three retches, nearly vomits, but manages to choke his cookie bites down. Under my influence, the horniness in this room, in each of the men, brothers and initiates alike, spirals higher and higher, until the need to get off overpowers any qualms. They're all hard, overwhelmingly hard. The brothers stand around in the casual nakedness of a locker room, making no attempt at hiding their erections. The pledges are more skittish, clinging to their modesty, not used to such displays yet. Still, they try to mimic the brothers' casualness, and the pledges cannot deny or hide the fact that they too are erect. Brothers and initiates alike obey me now, obey the irresistible drive I've manipulated in them. Adam's next order: "Fuck!" The brothers howl and split into groups, four to six around each pledge. The pledges think the order was a joke, but they immediately realize the seriousness. They can't fight their horniness, though, or the overwhelming numbers of the brothers. The pledges are bent over; their mouths are stuffed with cocks, most sucking dick for the first time, as their asses are lubed. Laid-back surfer Pledge Two and black swimmer Pledge Five scream as brothers shove hard cocks into their virgin butts. Pledge Four, the military man, merely grunts as he takes cocks in both ends. Asses are fucked. Cocks are sucked. Brothers jack off while waiting their turns. Pledge One, the ambitious one that I'd tagged only lightly earlier, is reacting badly. He does not want this, tries to struggle against what is happening. He spits out the cock that had been in his mouth, fears he is about to vomit, and tries to squirm away from the dick that intends to invade his ass. I make my way over to the group of brothers around him. "N-no! No!" Pledge One moans to no one in particular. Two brothers have restrained his hands, which limits his ability to avoid the cock about to penetrate him. Shh, I think into his thoughts as I enter his mind and begin strengthening my hold. Look at me--everything will be all right. "Huh?" His head rolls. His eyes flail, then find mine. I mentally instruct the fucker to change tactics. Instead of trying to stick his cock into Pledge One's butt, the brother drops to his knees, parts the pledge's ass cheeks, and begins licking the crack and puckered entry. "Oh!" Pledge One gasps. I ramp up the pleasure, helping him focus on the sensations he feels instead of the taboos he internalized. "Oh, damn...," he sighs again, relaxing. I bend in and kiss him. The pledge's mind flails but cannot escape. My control permeates it, until all resistance is gone. I break the kiss. "Better?" I ask. "Fuck me," he tries, again to no one in particular. His fucker inserts a finger into Pledge One's ass, probes a moment, and finds his prostate. "Shit!" Pledge One barks. "Fuck me! Stick it in me! Fuck my ass!" Another success story. I step back and let their actions run their course. Because I can get inside their minds, I'm privy to all the different explanations they'll give themselves afterward, just like always: That was fun and I liked it, or Sometimes I get freaky with my frat brothers but it's just a bunch of horny guys having fun and fucking around so no big deal, or maybe even I only have sex with guys when I get really horny and drunk and there's no girls around. Whatever. When I take control, they obey; and I always make sure they don't feel regret afterward. Having no regrets is my gift to them. My head aches. Influencing this many minds at once exhausts me. It's only around two a.m., maybe three--no, not that late yet--and Hell Night still has hours to go. I'm not sure I'm going to last. A warm body presses into me from behind. Adam. His arms slip around me, pulling my shoulder blades into contact with his strong, bare chest. His half-erect cock lodges along the crack of my ass. I let him hold me, relax back against him. The strength of his will comforts me, strengthens me. He kisses my neck. "You okay?" he whispers near my ear. "How're you holding up?" "Okay," I whisper back. "Kind of a strain." He kisses my neck again. "It's okay, buddy. I'm here for you. You keep things under control, and I'll call the shots, just like we always do." I nod--"Okay"--and bring Adam's mind to the top of the network of links. Mentally my mind steps back, lets Adam's mind take charge. I'll keep us connected to the brothers and pledges, keep them all receptive, and Adam will give the orders. Over the years we've been together, we've created a strong partnership. Focusing just on keeping all these psyches aligned is easier for me. Adam steers the proceedings ahead, his commands relayed through my connections. Dicks get sucked. Asses get fucked. Minds stay under my--our--control. The pledges are getting initiated into far more than they expected. Under my influence, they're coming to love it, all of it. Adam steers me--us--over to a group. It's Pledge Three, the furry-chested Latino. He opens his mouth like a hungry lamb and takes in my erection, suckles happily on it with a single-minded focus. Sucks with gusto. Sucks like he was born to suck. I do such good work. How does it feel? Adam asks in his thoughts, knowing I'll hear them. I nod and grin at Adam. He pinches both of Pledge Three's nipples, and the pledge's body bucks with pleasure. I love you, I tell Adam, and I feel his satisfaction at that. I know he doesn't love me as much as I love him, and that's okay. He does love me in his way. He strokes his pretty, pretty cock with one hand, pinches one of my nipples with the other, and winks at me. "Fuck," I swear out loud, happily. We change groups. I slide on a condom and poke my cock into Pledge Two's cute ass, which is just as tight and fine as I knew it would be. Adam pokes his dick in the pledge's mouth. Adam cups his hand behind my neck and pulls my face to his for a kiss. Tell me you love me again, he says, because he knows I do. We've been together since we met as freshman roommates. I had the biggest crush on him back then. Hell, the reason I joined this frat in the first place was because he wanted to join and convinced me to try out too. He preferred women before my little mind-skill developed. I bound him to me--and he, knowing a good thing, has bound me to him. I know he has used me to help him climb the ranks in the frat, but I've used him and his body too. Neither of us can let the other go now. We've made this partnership work. Cum for me, Adam says, knowing what that will do. He knows what will happen when I cum with us all connected like this. He knows, and he tells me to do it. Cum for me. He pinches my nipple again for a jolt of emphasis. Not yet, I protest as I thrust in the pledge's ass. Just a little more. He pulls his dick out of the pledge's mouth, and another brother's erection takes his place. Adam comes around the pledge toward me. I said, cum for me, he head-growls, disliking my disobedience. There's other shit we can do to them once the sex is done. His mind has images of some of those things. Adam is handsome, friendly, and a great guy, but he has a hidden cruel streak. I know the love he feels for me is mostly something I've made him feel. I know he manipulates me sometimes, and I have to be careful about letting his sadistic streak have an outlet but keeping it in check. I'm the only thing preventing Adam from taking Hell Night in a direction that could be dangerous for these mind-thralled brothers and pledges. I have to protect them. I've taken hold of their minds, and I've turned them over to Adam, but I'm also their defender, preventing things from going too far. I could make him back off. I could take control of everything again. But this is Adam, and I know he really does love me in his way behind this forceful façade. I decide to deflect him. Yeah?--Maybe you should give me some inspiration, I tease. Adam considers for a moment. Then I feel him reaching through the connection, through me, giving instructions to... Pledge Four, the former Army man, appears behind me and roughly bends me forward, as if seeking revenge on me, the pledge master, for the weeks of abuse he endured during rush. He sinks to his knees behind me and laps at my ass with surprising skill. Pledge Four has been given his mission and he is intent on completing it. My head is near Adam's crotch, and he guides his cock toward my mouth. I open my jaw and take him in. Adam's thoughts reach again. Somebody, probably another pledge but possibly a brother, is underneath me and tongue-teasing my cock. Hands, lots of them, stroke my back and my arms. Somebody even finds a way to tickle my ball sack. I seem to have become the center of attention, and I love it. Another cock pokes at my face, demanding attention. I come off Adam's erection and go down on his competitor. I won't be able to hold out long against all this stimulation, but while I can I'm determined to give as well as I get. Cum for me, Adam orders in my head again, sterner than before. Not yet, I answer back, but I'm feeling a familiar tingle. My orgasm is building, and my body is about to betray me. I pull my mouth off the cock in front of me, push away from the hands and tongues that attack me from the neck down. Whew!--I've managed to stave off orgasm for now. My overheated cock begins to cool down. Adam decides to pretend he was joking; he laughs as he pulls me to him and kisses me.Around us, the pledges and brothers return to their orgy. I'm not done with Adam yet. I wrap my hand around his hard prick and stroke it. I reach into his mind and stroke it. "Wait," he pants. "You need me." He knows what I'm doing, tries to resist by thinking un-sexy things: history exams, old nuns, dead bugs. His fight makes the domination sweeter for me. I'm too deep inside his mind, and I know all his triggers. I turn his thoughts to flashes of favorite fantasies, stoking his arousal--I prevent him from thinking un-sexy things now, and his excitation spirals upward. Adam breaks the kiss and gasps, "Oh, God!"--and then he is cumming. Cumming hard. Cumming and shuddering and spurting his sperm all over my hand. Had it been me climaxing, the way all of us are connected, we would have all cum and all the physical exhilaration would be over. But this is just Adam cumming, and I can keep the effect localized to just him as his body jerks and spasms through his overwhelming pleasure, just like earlier when the pledges and a couple of the brothers had lost it and orgasmed. Nearby, at least two brothers lose it and orgasm now, gasping and moaning, which could be coincidental timing and not part of what I did to Adam leaking into other minds because I'm tired. Probably coincidental. Adam knows what I've done and why. I've taken dulled his arousal, taken his desires out of the mix for a while. Spent, he needs time to recover his strength, both mental and physical. He also knows he depends on me to give him this kind of complete control over the frat, so he decides to laugh rather than reveal how angry he is at me. "You shit-head," he chuckles. Since I'm still in his mind, I know everything he means by that. I smile and pull back, wipe my cum-covered hand on my side. Being in total control again will tire me, but I can handle it. With the erotic charge I'm broadcasting into everybody's heads, Adam will recover in a few minutes and be horny again. But I've taken back control, so for now he'll be a puppet dancing to my strings instead of him giving orders to the rest of us and pushing us too far. Meanwhile, I have a cock that needs to be sucked, or maybe stuck inside an ass. I decide to check on Pledge One. By now his ass is probably sore from getting fucked, but maybe he can take one more. Pledge One is happily sucking about half of a brother's rather large cock, using his hand to stimulate the part that he can't fit into his mouth. Pledge One is definitely a fast-learner. His ass is available, but I see no condoms nearby and the lube bottle is nearly empty. Damn. So I walk over to the table near the back wall where I'd put out a reserve stock of lube and condoms, and ... I feel someone nearby, just outside on the other side of the wall. Not one of my frat brothers; this is an unfamiliar mind. Up near the ceiling and over a little is one of the basement's two short, wide windows, grimy and pretty much impossible to see in or out of. Except that someone has scrubbed off a patch toward one corner, not very well and not a very large patch, but probably enough to see the Hell Night orgy going on here in the basement. Well, a voyeur can't be good. Fortunately, being intoxicated is a familiar state for most college students. I enter the voyeur's mind quickly; I find a memory, recent and still strong, of being drunk off his ass, and I use it to convince his mind that he's drunk right now, an overwhelming feeling of being inebriated. I hear the voyeur stumble a little outside the window as the influence hits him. I cut my thoughts to three brothers near the basement door and sent them a compulsion: Someone's outside, around back of the house by the basement windows. Go get him and bring him inside. They might not realize what hit them, but they sure know what they need to do and hustle out. I'm waiting at the foot of the stairs when the brothers haul our voyeur inside and down to the basement. He giggles and staggers, still "mind-drunk," and seems to think being accosted by three naked frat boys stinking of sweat and lube and sex-musk is hilarious. Two brothers hold his arms clamped at his side. The third hands me something: a video camera. I don't need to look into our voyeur's mind to know what that camera has captured. I do, though, need to look into our giggling intruder's mind to find out why. That means I need a distraction. Pledge Three, the furry-chested Latin boy who under my influence has been discovering a love for sucking cock, is nearby. I send a quick command into his head, and he separates himself from the group where he was casually licking a cock-head, not really servicing it but resting and recovering as he paces himself to keep going all night. Despite the soreness in his jaw and the puffiness of his lips, he sinks to his knees before Camera Boy and reaches for his zipper. Camera Boy, as I label him, is a cute little fucker: an inch or two below average height, pale-skinned, wavy light brown hair, a good-looking boy-next-door. I am thinking he'd have made a good pledge if he'd shown up for rush instead of outside our basement window on Hell Night. When Pledge Three tugs Camera Boy's pants and boxer-briefs to his ankles, revealing hairy legs, Camera Boy's cock comes bouncing out to play--three-quarters hard already, about six inches, with a snug foreskin, hardening quickly. Camera Boy stops giggling and watches, fascinated, as those six near-hard inches disappear into Pledge Three's throat. He isn't resisting at all, settles into making little cooing sounds as Pledge Three bobs on his meat-stick. And I'll say for the record, I've never encountered a guy who can keep anything in his head a secret when he's distracted by a blow-job. While Camera Boy focuses on the slick, warm pleasure of Pledge Three's mouth sliding up and down his cock, I poke around in the little voyeur's memories. I don't need long to find what I need--everything is pretty much at the front of his thoughts. Camera Boy is a reporter for the campus media venues, and he decided to do a story on fraternity hazing: does it go on?--how prevalent is it?--that sort of thing. He talked to a couple of fraternities, including the president of our arch-rival, who told Camera Boy to keep an eye on us, especially after the Naked Pledge Run. The rival president hadn't outright accused us of hazing, but he had strongly insinuated it. Our cub reporter here had found the basement window when he was sneaking around back of the house, and now he had a camera full of man-on-man orgy scenes. To an outsider, that sure might be interpreted as hazing. That pisses me off. I don't mind a little arch-rivalry, but accusations of hazing can get a fraternity shut down, and nobody--nobody!--fucks with my frat like that. I hand the camera back to the third brother. "Erase this," I tell him. Camera Boy makes a gurgling sound as he climaxes, ejaculating deep into Pledge Three's greedy throat. I find Adam sprawled on one of the couches by the wall, making out with one of the brothers and teasing his own cock with slow fingers, not jacking but just enjoying the feeling of being so hard. While Adam and I have a thing going, I can hardly fault him for kissing on one of the other brothers, not after the overpowering lust-wave I've been stirring up in everybody's heads all night. I'm not jealous. Whatever. I poke Adam's calf with my toes to get his attention. "Get dressed. I need your help." He grins because he thinks I'm going to put him back in control of Hell Night. His grin gets even wider when I tell him what we need to do instead. Minutes later, we're standing at the front door of our arch-rival fraternity. Camera Boy, fully dressed again with his newly erased memory card and his newly enthralled mind, is filming away and about to get more of a scoop than he ever dreamed. Adam and I are back in our pseudo-medieval robes with our hoods pulled up to shadow our faces. The front door is locked, so we can't just slip inside. I ring the doorbell. The hour is late, the wee hours of the morning, but we can hear muffled yelling and chanting from inside, because it's their Hell Night too. No one answers so I ring the doorbell again. Their night is about to get a little more hellish. Adam bangs on the door with his fist. Finally, I reach my thoughts inside the house, tickle one of the closest minds: Someone's at the front door. Finally a guy opens it, angrily declaring, "What the hell do you butt-heads waaah ...?" His voice trails off as I take over his mind. Now, suddenly, he is absolutely convinced that Adam and I are the guests of honor they have been waiting for all night. "Sorry," he says. "I didn't know it was you. Come in; come in. Everyone's downstairs." Downstairs, the pledges are easy to spot. They're the ones naked and blindfolded, wrists tied behind their backs, and being made to run a gauntlet that seems to involve being doused in some kind of gooey oil and showered with feathers from old pillows. The brothers, most of them fully clothed but a few shirtless, are the ones swigging beer and hollering, "Go! Go! Go!" The president and vice president of this frat stand on a little platform. They see us walk downstairs. The president's eyes go wide when he sees Camera Boy with his video camera aimed at the proceedings, but his jaw really drops when Adam pushes back his hood and the president recognizes him. I can't hear what he says to his vice, but the words are right there in the front of his mind: What the hell are they doing here? For a moment I savor the way his horror transmutes to righteous rage. He is about to jump down from the platform when I unleash my mind on the assembled brothers and pledges. Everyone freezes.A long, lazy wave of lust has rolled across them, irresistible as an incoming tide, and their agenda for the evening has just been hijacked. They blink, unaware that my mind has entered theirs but definitely feeling the effects. The room is so suddenly silent that we can clearly hear somebody mutter, "What the fuck...?" This sounds like a great idea to them. The brothers strip quickly, flinging shirts this way, shoes and socks that way, pants and underwear too. Hard-ons wave. Five or seven brothers sink to their knees. The rest circle them, aiming their dicks at the kneelers' mouths. Those who can't get their dicks into a mouth right away stroke themselves and jostle to be next. Unlike what I did back at my frat, the lust-wave I'm sent here is demanding and frantic--the brothers here at our arch-rival are overpowered by the need to fuck, to cum. They don't care who they fuck, or how they get off, and they won't stop until they do. I make sure Camera Boy is getting all of this, and then I amble over to the pledges. They're just as lust-zapped and erect as the others, but they're still bound and blindfolded--leaving them helpless like that with no way to get sexual relief seems cruel. I pull off their blindfolds, untie their wrists. The moment they're free, they leap to join their brothers. Around the time I'm halfway through freeing the line of pledges, somebody has discovered that I brought a gallon jug of lube with a pump top. I hear somebody scream as he takes a brother's hastily lubricated cock up his ass for the first time. The last pledge: holy crap! He is one of the most beautiful men I'd ever seen, and--zammo!--I start getting hard. I don't believe in love at first sight, but I do believe in lust. At first I think maybe it's my mental gift short-circuiting and zapping me with what I'd zapped all of them with, but no, this is something that feels genuine to me. Damn, even half-covered with pillow feathers, he is pretty. I want him, because I know my dick and his ass were made for each other. Needless to say, I don't let him scamper off to start fucking his frat boys. I want this pledge all for myself. The pledge follows me, docile as a puppy, back to Adam and Camera Boy. Adam raises an eyebrow and I sense jealousy coloring his thoughts. Yeah, well, he'll have to get over that, especially if I decide to let him watch me pork this pledge. That's how in lust I am for this pledge already--I don't even care if Adam sees. I curl my thoughts around Adam's and suppress his jealousy a bit. I have another task for him. He grins as the idea sinks in. Maybe he thinks it's his idea; maybe he considers it some sort of payback for my obvious attraction to this new pledge. But he grins and he wriggles his way out of his robe and he wades into the sea of bodies, pushing for the stage. I'm glad I brought Adam. Without his fearlessness backing me up, I wouldn't have the courage to do what we're about to do here. They tried to fuck with us; now we're going to fuck with them. That I'm going to use our frat president's penis to fuck with their frat president's ass seems appropriate. I'm conserving my mental strength. Rather than take full control of these frat-boys and make them do what I say, I'm bending their thoughts toward what I want them to do. As far as they're concerned, everything they're doing is their idea, even if they've never wanted to do anything like this before. They just can't help themselves. The arch-rivals' president, treasurer, social chairman, and pledge master are all on the dais. I'm not sure where their vice president has gotten to, and I don't care. Really, the president is the one I want. Anyone else is just collateral damage. The president and the social chairman are making out and jacking off. Adam pushes away the social chairman, who immediately turns to the treasurer and pledge master, recasting their duo into a trio. Adam plants himself in front of the president. The president tries to kiss him, but Adam's having none of that. He forces the president down to his knees. I take up my position behind the president. Together, Adam and I have him on his hands and knees. Adam kneels in front of him to give the president better access to his cock. I kneel behind him and start messing with his ass. The president looks terrified--he knows he's out of control and, since Camera Boy is filming the whole thing, he knows we know what he tried to do. But the president is also feeling so horny he cannot think his way out of this dilemma, and right now horny is kicking terrified's ass in his emotional roller derby. Horny wins by a shut-out when the president's tongue makes contact with Adam's cock. "Looks like we got a live one," Adam laughs as the president grasps his steel-hard thighs and enthusiastically swallows Adam's cock. "Then let's give him what he wants!" I tell Adam. Before the president knows what hit him, Adam and I have plugged him at both ends. Adam has his cock buried in the president's throat. At first, the president comes off Adam's cock and screams when I push my lubed cock hard into the president's ass. I don't stop, and I don't pull out. Adam rams his porker back into the president's mouth, all the way to his tonsils, and the president gags. The president twists his head, dislodging Adam's dick again. He gasps, tries to get his retching under control. "Fuck!--It hurts!" he bleats but he pushes his ass back to meet my thrusts. Adam's cock smacks his cheek and catches his attention. The president finds himself suddenly overwhelmed by lust-hunger and he has to try swallowing Adam's cock again. "I always knew you were a cock-sucker," Adam gloats as the president goes mouth-first after Adam's dick. I make sure Camera Boy is getting plenty of good shots of the three-way treasure/social chair/pledge master fuck; especially I make sure the shots include the fraternity's Greek letters mounted on the wall directly behind them. No way they'll be able to claim this wasn't them when the video is "leaked" to a bunch of websites. Once I'm satisfied that Camera Boy is getting exactly what we'll need, I reroute my attention and start to revenge-fuck the president in earnest. Every plunge forward makes my balls smack against the president's. I reach under him and grab his dick. In spite of the pain of having his virgin ass broken in, his dick grows even larger as I thrust into him--I'm making sure of that. Harder and harder Adam and I force our way inside of the president, as if our cocks were going to meet somewhere in the middle. Between us his body writhes, trying to take in each and every exhilarating inch. As we keep at it, I have the president ramping up and aching for release, balls tingling, cock throbbing, pre-cum drooling onto the floor below. But with my hand around his cock, I control his ability to get himself off. He knows it, and Adam and I both know it: we snicker between grunts as we continue fucking him. I won't be able to make this last much longer. I feel my whole body trembling with lust--and Adam knows it too. I don't want to cum yet--I have a few more things I want to do first. I pull out of the president's ass to let my cock cool down. Adam quickens his hips, thrusting into the president's throat in earnest now that they have each other's undivided attention. I pull off the condom and call that handsome pledge over to me. I'm deep inside his head, and he is oblivious to everything else going on around us. He sinks to his knees. I'm thinking I'll have to guide him through his first blow-job, but he leans in without me prompting him and licks the flat of his tongue along my one-eyed monster. He starts swallowing it, and he already knows how to keep my rod safe from his teeth. This is not the handsome pledge's first blow-job. Good. That means I don't have to direct this play, and I can be the audience and enjoy his performance. Handsome Pledge can take it. He might not understand why he is suddenly consumed by the need to give me a blow-job, but he's certainly not opposed to the idea. Hell, he loves sucking cock, and he's damned good. I wonder if his frat knew that? Pretty soon, I'm fucking his throat mercilessly, and his mouth and tongue are doing amazing things along my cock. He could definitely teach Adam a few tricks. Hell, he's teaching me a few tricks! He's more than just experienced--he's a cock-sucking master already. He's, like, the Pelй of blow-jobs. Pretty soon it's me that's begging and moaning and pleading as he gives me one of the best suck-jobs I've ever had! Handsome Pledge is looking up at me, watching what his tongue and occasional gentle scrapes of teeth are doing to me, the way he has me practically falling apart. My obvious enjoyment has him grinning around my cock. He seems smirkily pleased with himself. I decide to table any complaints until after he finishes me off. Adam, having moved to fucking the president's ass, watches Handsome Pledge blow me and my obvious enjoyment, and I feel Adam's jealousy peak again. Right now, I don't care. The president is cursing happily at the feelings Adam's cock awakens inside his ass, and I mentally direct Adam's attention back to that ass, make it the sole focus of his awareness. His jealousy can wait. Handsome Pledge looks so hot with my dick bisecting his mouth. He tugs at my balls as his throat massages my cock. I won't last much longer. After a night of keeping my frat and now this one tanked up on sex, after fucking the president's cherry ass and now getting a primo suck-job, my body is too aroused. I can't stave off orgasm for long. The president, social chair, treasurer, and pledge master are flat on their backs on the dais and jacking off. Adam and a bunch of the rival frat brothers crowd over them as they all stroke themselves hard and fast.They're sweating and panting and groaning, nearly ready to cum. Camera Boy films everything, being careful to avoid getting Adam's face or mine in the shots but getting lots of close-ups of the rival frat leaders' faces--they'll be forced to admit it's them in the video once it's uploaded! Handsome Pledge shifts his knees, spreading them wider, as he jacks his pretty cock furiously. I'm determined I'm going to outlast him, hold out until he cums first. My dick is on an out-swing in Handsome Pledge's mouth when he does this little trick along the underside, and all of a sudden I'm at the flashpoint. Raw fire runs from my cock throughout my body and my skin blazes. I'm going to cum, right now, and there's no way I can stop myself. All I can do is shove my cock back deep into his throat and hang on to his head as everything explodes and my balls unload and I'm climaxing, hard, shooting, hard, deep into his gullet. My orgasm trips everybody else's, since I'm in their heads, and we're all one big forest fire of cumming, the world turning to ecstasy around us. Everyone who's jacking or fucking or being sucked--which is everybody except Camera Boy--is orgasming along with me, shooting. Adam and the group of our rival frat's brothers and pledges on the dais are squirting their sperm and coating the president and the officers, who are spurting their own spunk high in the air before it splashes back down on them. I sag hard into my afterglow. I'm tired because it's late and now I'm wiped out from my intense orgasm. I droop against Handsome Pledge's head. Only my grip on his neck keeps me from falling over. I pant, struggle for coherence, but I'm wasted. Let me take over for a while, I hear Adam say in my head, all syrup-slick charm. I know that tone. I know what he wants. He has something planned, but I'm too exhausted to care. All I can do is nod. I step back in my head and connect Adam directly to the minds around us. I'm just the conduit now, relaying his ideas. He is the one in charge of the men around us. In charge of everyone, that is, except Handsome Pledge, who I've separated from the network of minds. He is mine and mine alone. I'll protect him from whatever depravity Adam has planned. Handsome Pledge shifts under me. I make sure my legs are working again, and I let go of his head. He stands up. Get your stuff, I whisper into his enthralled mind. He is still too dazed by his orgasm, his proximity to mine, and doesn't seem to notice that he heard without me speaking. He just nods and turns to shuffle up the stairs. A minute or so later, he comes back down, carrying a brown plastic garbage bag, tied at the top. A white sticker on the side bears his name. The bag, I understand without reading his thoughts, contains his clothes. His frat brothers must have stashed his effects in there at the start of their Hell Night. While Handsome Pledge was gone, Adam was busy. And if Adam and the brothers around him urinated on the president and other officers who still lay prone on the stage, covering their chest and stomachs and legs with urine and probably ruining the hardwood flooring underneath them, well, that was just a little harmless mischief, right? And if some of the freshly fucked brothers and pledges lost control of their bowels on the officers' chests, well, accidents like that happen a lot after a guy gets his ass fucked for the first time, right? Camera Boy captured every moment of it. The officers are wallowing in pretty much every fluid and waste product the human body can produce, which seems appropriate. I won't describe what other dark fantasies Adam indulged with them. Are Hell Night hijinks really hazing if they happen to the officers instead of to the pledges? Hazing--revenge--that's a distinction for someone else to make. Right then I was still too exhausted to bother. Besides, they deserved every captured-on-camera moment of this for trying to fuck with my frat. They'd remember what happened, but too bad none of them will remember anything about Adam or me being there. I can't risk exposing my frat or myself being involved. I might have been enjoying the rush of having a whole room do whatever Adam or I told them, but I wasn't going to turn suddenly stupid about it. When we start the walk to our frat house, the sun is just peeping over the horizon. Dawn. Yay. Hell Night is winding down but, in spite of how tired and yawning I am, I still have a couple of things to accomplish, not the least of which is getting a shot at Handsome Pledge's nicely developed ass, which I am currently following down the street. When an early-morning jogger looks up and realizes he is approaching two guys in medieval monk robes, a naked guy carrying a plastic garbage bag, and--incongruously because this is frat row during initiation season--a fourth guy wearing normal clothes and carrying a video camera, he shakes his head and thinks, Just some fraternity prank. I make sure of that. By the time he is twenty feet past us, he has already forgotten us. I make sure of that too. Back at our frat house, most the guys have wound down from the arousal high I'd given them. A few have cum by accident, in spite of the compulsion not to that I'd planted. A few are dozing after being up most of the night. But the majority still nurse their erections and semi-erections. Some are even still making out with each other to keep the spark glowing. Yes, I do indeed do good work. My thoughts sweep the room, subordinating mind after mind again. My brothers and the pledges begin to rouse, their cocks hardening back to full erection as lust once more permeates every part of their thoughts. "Nnnn," Adam moans beside me as he shrugs off his robe. He alone knows what I am doing--but knowing and resisting are two different things, as he learned a long time ago, and his surging arousal drowns any resistance he might have offered. I take the camera from Camera Boy and set it aside. I'll have one of the techie brothers upload the video later. Right now, I stare into Camera Boy's smiling eyes and burrow deeply into his mind. What he knows now as the absolute truth is that he was suspicious when the rival frat assured him they didn't haze and when they tried to steer him toward us. So he decided to sneak back to the rival frat's place and caught their hazing on camera. He'd checked my frat out and found we were great guys--in fact, he liked us so much he decided to pledge. Strip, I say into his mind, and he does, revealing a tight, trim body and a tasty dick--average in size but perfectly shaped. And that's how Camera Boy becomes Pledge Six. Oh, sure, getting the paperwork filled out late will be a hassle, but what good is being pledge master if I can't bend the rules a little? Keeping Pledge Six where I can keep an eye on him will come in handy once his story about initiation hazing at our rival frat breaks in the campus media. But for right now, the gathering clutches of horny male bodies are pulling Pledge Six in, and I let them have him. That leaves me with Handsome Pledge. Drop your bag over there, I tell him, and he does. He still smiles that same cute-as-hell half-smile as I dig into his mind and make a few changes to his memories. Our rival frat had black-balled him for some minor offense, so he decided to get back at them by pledging our frat and discovered he liked us a lot more anyway. That's how Handsome Pledge becomes Pledge Seven. I shrug out of my robe. Just the sight of Handsome--er, Pledge Seven's museum-quality ass has my cock towering toward the heavens. I don't care whether Pledge Seven is a top or bottom. I lean back against the basement wall and order the dude to drop to his knees and suck my dick. Making all my frat brothers horny may be tiring, but it also makes me horny as hell too. The time has come for some down-and-dirty sex. Pledge Seven definitely knows how to combine his tongue and a guy's dick, and he proceeds to demonstrate on mine. When he reaches back and grabs my clenching glutes to steady himself, I decide he probably even has more experience with man-sex than me! I'll have to probe his memories about that later. Right now, I'm definitely not complaining. I stroke one hand across the back of his head repeatedly and sneak into his mind to show him exactly how I like a guy to worship my lean flanks and hard, flat gut, to work my balls, and even to wickedly torment my tender nipples. He responds by handling me just the way I showed him, refining his technique on the fly. Sometimes he gets so focused on what his hands are doing, his mouth-work suffers, and sometimes vice versa, but we have the rest of the school year to improve his mouth-hand coordination; I'll see to that. The way his own stiff dick towers seven or eight inches from his shaved crotch proves how good a time Pledge Seven is having sucking my cock. Yeah, he is going to fit in here just fine. Pledge Seven's suction picks up and his tongue twirls around my sensitive knob like swarming hornets. When he eases that hand on my ass toward my crack, though, I know he is ready to advance our sex-play to the next arena--but I need to cool down. Unless I get a few minutes with his hands and mouth completely off me, I'm going to blow one serious nut long before I'm ready--and I don't want Hell Night to come to a climax, so to speak, this soon. Getting his face off my crank is difficult, though, because Pledge Seven doesn't want to let go. The guy seriously loves sucking dick. I stand him up and bend him over. He braces his hands against the basement wall. Maybe he thinks I'm going to fuck him right off, but I have other plans first. I kneel before his butt and pry his smooth, hard glutes open and ease my face deep, prodding my tongue against his shit-hole.As I hold his hips tightly and snuggle even tighter up his ass crack, I hear Pledge Seven gasp and moan and then start swearing to himself. That ass wriggles back against my face, daring me to do him harder and tongue-fuck his sphincter open. I will, eventually, but first I need to spend some quality time teaching Pledge Seven how a real fraternity man eats ass so he'll know how he should lick mine later. I reach around and grab hold of his dick; find it thicker and longer than it first looked. For the next five or so minutes, we slip into a rut--the one my face is buried in--as my tongue eases ever harder against his fuck-hole and my hand on his dick keeps him where he belongs, right at the razor edge of pleasure without letting him cum. A shudder of pure animal joy ripples down his spine and into my face. His moans have turned to pants and little woodland yelps like an animal's mating cry. My tongue and lips, the jack-job I'm doing on his joint, and all the sex-action from the other guys around us are too much for him. The inevitable begins to happen. His glutes heave shut on my face, his body buckles and contorts, uncontrolled spasms of rapture, and the gorgeous guy begins busting his first Hell Night nut all over that basement wall and the floor below. While he is jerking and shooting, I shove my finger up his ass. That just makes his dick rupture even harder, spewing out more sperm than most guys shoot in two orgasms. He nuts and blows and blasts, screaming like the deepest damned of Hell with every wad. Like all good things, his nut also eventually comes to an end. When I think he has to be about dry, I shove a second finger up his ass and start stretching it wide while he bounces around as if I'm poking a high-voltage cable up his butt instead of only two fingers. He collapses forward against the wall, panting and heaving, trying to suck in enough air to make up for all the screaming. Fortunately, just like the proverbial scout, I am also prepared. Before Pledge Seven can even think of standing up, I've grabbed a condom and lube from the nearby supply table, applied both to my shaft, and now I've parked my hands onto his shoulders. I don't bother telling him what I'm going to do. Experience taught me long ago that forewarning a guy just makes him tighten up even more, and that means more work for me making his mind override his body and relax it. When the butt-busting dick is as long and thick and hard as mine, the guy already has all the trouble he needs. My tongue- and finger-work and Pledge Seven's cum-spasms have loosened him up enough--just. Breaching my cock through his sphincter hurts him like hell, though--I know because of the noise he makes as I pop through. It's not a scream or shriek. It is half police siren, half blackboard screech, only twenty times as loud and an octave higher. Fortunately, we are in the basement so nobody else but my frat brothers can hear, but I bet dogs all over the county must be barking. I seat myself all the way up his ass, grinding my stiff pubes into the ruins of his shit-hole, even as my lips find his ear and whisper reassurances that he'll survive. Meanwhile, my thoughts in his head make sure he puts his trust in me and relaxes, so I can push him to do far more than just survive; I'm going to push him to heights of pleasure that even space rockets can't reach. I give him a quiet twenty seconds or so to get used to my dick in his ass. Then I begin to plow that tight furrow with a vengeance, harrowing his hole while five or six of my frat brothers stand around and cheer us on--or better, bend another brother or a pledge over and join us on our fucking race to blast off. Everything I feel is getting broadcast to the brothers, winding their arousal higher and higher too. Those hoots and yelps, the smack-thwack sound of my pelvis pounding Pledge Seven's ass, his moans of abject submission, and my grunts of conquest all swirl together as I fuck him harder and deeper and faster with every frenetic stroke. His hands claw at the concrete wall, but I'm shoving more concrete up his ass. I look to my left. One of the brothers has pushed Pledge One up against the wall alongside us and is fucking the pledge's ass, mimicking us. Beyond them, Pledges Two through Six, though not in numerical order, are also against the wall and getting ass-fucked. The brothers who aren't fucking a pledge or another brother crowd around us, cheering us on, jacking themselves off, or jacking the brother standing next to them. Pledge Seven is so fucking tight and smooth and hard that I lose track of what I'm doing up his tail in no time. I tongue-fuck his ear a bit and bite down hard on the base of his neck like a tomcat. Pledge Seven's mind and body have become twin pits of need, demanding more. The more I use his ass, the more it needs and wants using. I dig my thoughts into his head, binding him to me. I have him past the brink, converting pain to pleasure, agony to ecstasy, while this beautiful man-whore begs me to fuck him harder, faster, deeper. The more he whimpers and whines, the more I hunker down and ream him his mind and butt wider. I love the feel of his prostate sliding tight along my dick. The feel of my sweaty balls banging into his butt and the back of his scrotum. The smell of sex and lube and slick sweat pouring from both our bodies. The wall of white noise of the other guys egging us on. Mostly, though, I love how fucking tight Pledge Seven's bone-hungry shit-hole is. I doubt it was virgin territory before we began, but it sure as fuck isn't virgin any longer. His ass will always remember the night he became a fraternity man--and the man who initiated him into being one. My mind is tiring--I wouldn't keep the rest of the frat under my control and overwhelmed by erotic submission much longer, not if I'm distracted by fucking this pledge. Everything is becoming a fog, but for now I'm happy to let the thrill of the fuck carry me off and I'm happy just to hold tight to Pledge Seven's body as my pelvis works on auto-pilot, pounding up into his ass, reaming us both happy and then doing it all again. Neither of us is truly thinking. Both of us are screaming. Then, after a minute or an hour, the bitch's bad behavior repeats itself and he blows another nut, his second, all over the wall. The way his ass cinches up on my dick trips my wire. Hours before I'm really ready to stop fucking, I feel my guts start gearing themselves up, getting ready to go into overdrive. Gonna cum, I think to Adam, wherever he is. But first, I have something I need to do, and I'm going to make it all happen simultaneously. Pledge One gasps and begins to cum, his fucker too, spurting cum all over the wall without touching his cock. Pledge Two and the man with his dick up Two's butt both holler, "Fuck," as they launch into orgasm. Pledge Three plays with his nipples and throws his head back. "Gonna cum!" Suddenly he and the brother fucking him are shooting skyward. "Not yet!" Pledge Four protests as he stops jacking, trying to hold off, but already he and the owner of the dick porking him are cumming, rocket-blasting into orbit. "I'm gonna--" Pledge Five hollers. He makes a yaaaarh sound as he and the man fucking him cum. Pledge Six shouts, "Fuck, yeah," as he and his fuck-partner erupt like fireworks. I start to cum. Pledge Seven starts to cum again. Adam and all the brothers around us start to cum. I keep us all connected, and all of us are cumming together, orgasming, ejaculating, cumming hard and strong. All of the sperm cells in my body pump themselves out through my dick and into the core of Pledge Seven's very being. I hold on tight and scream and buck and scream some more until I'm drained dry and my jism is all but busting the condom up his butt. Exhausted, I sink down onto a nearby couch, pulling Pledge Seven down beside me. Hell Night is almost officially over, and I am spent in more ways than one, and all I want to do is sleep. Adam's face swims into view. He kisses my cheek and whispers, "Good job." He is sweaty, grinning, seems to have at least one load of cum streaked across his shoulder and right pectoral. I feel a surge of happy affection rolling off of him; he does love me in his way. No regrets. I am falling asleep. I can't stop myself. Adam settles on the other side of me on the couch and cuddles in close. He is falling asleep too. All the brothers and pledges around us are falling asleep, since I still have us all connected; we're all falling asleep sprawled on chairs or couches or the floor or each other. Yeah, a little nap will be great after the long, hard night of hard-ons that we'd all had. The only task left to do is bring Hell Night to its ceremonial close and welcome the pledges to official membership in the frat. But that can wait until after we'd all had a little recharge nap. Who knows--maybe we'll even have the strength for another group-frat jack-off when we wake up. I can't think of a better way to welcome our new brothers.	4
100,770	Mother-in-Law 2	Here I was, lying in bed in the sunset house a mile away from my very pregnant wife, with my tongue in my mother-in-law's mouth, her hands roaming all over my body. It wasn't a love thing as we both loved our spouses, but a thing of need. I needed to get my rocks off in the biggest way, and I was allowing Jennie to realize her slutty side - being able to talk dirty and get loud was something that her husband didn't like. My cock had shrunk down to its normal limp small size, but I could feel the heat in my groin beginning to build. Jennie was a beautiful 52-year-old woman to my fairly well-built handsome 28-year-old man. I wasn't a foot long and 9 inches wide, but I knew how to use the solid 8 inches I had. Just rubbing her nipples had me getting hard thinking about her fantasy - "Hard and fast the first time, titty fuck to get 'em hard, then long and slow." Her hand trailed down to grasp my manhood, her head moving away from mine as she grabbed it. "This won't do!" she said mockingly. Directing me to straddle her, she took me into her mouth. She licked under, over, around, and down the shaft as it began growing. Shrugging her chest caused me to move down as she trapped my member between her tits. I shifted my hips forward to hold onto the headboard as she squashed her tits around me. I thrust my hips into her warm, spongy tits, the semi-hardness turning to granite after 10 strokes or so. "Ooooh, there we are. Such a gorgeous cock, Marty. You wanna slide that back up in me, baby? You like Mama's pussy? Ooooh, yeah you do," she said as my eyes opened wide at her mention of 'Mama'. My dick twitched watching her roll over on her side, looking back at me over her shoulder, saying, "Mmmmm, Mama needs her little boy's hot young cock in her cunt. Yessssss," she hissed as I laid down on my side behind her, lifting her left leg in one hand, her other hand coming between her legs to help guide my hardness into the soft folds of her pussy. "You are turning Mommy into a slut, Marty, a hot, wanton slut. Mmmm, yeah, push your cock into Mommy's pussy, baby. Oooh, you are such a good Mother Fucker..." Her talk turned me on like nobody's business, dirty and incestuous. While she was not my blood mother, I felt all the taboos constrict my balls and turn me on like never before. "Mmmm, Mommy. Your pussy feels sooooo good around my penis. I like Mommy's pussy...Mmm, yeah, I like it. Can I play with your tits, Mommy?" The words were innocent as a boy's, but the voice was all man. "Oh god! Yes, Baby, grab Mommy's tits. Grab 'em and shove that big meat in my cunt. Oooooh, yeah, I like that," she said as I thrust into her with long strokes, taking my time, groping her big tits in my hands. Her hips humped back into me like a bitch in heat. I turned her over onto her hands and knees, my cock safely sheathed in her cunt. Long, hard strokes had my balls slapping into her clit, driving her wild. "Ooooh, Doggy Style, I like this! Nice hot beefy cock slamming into me with your hot balls slapping my clit. Jesus, Marty, don't stop, Oh GOD!!" she wailed.	5
100,838	null	Here I was in this predicament, powerless to do anything but watch in my own horror as a total stranger made me look as she saw fit. Again, the piercings were done in the same cruel manner as before, but with by far more pain. Halfway through the cruel process, I fainted. When I awoke, I felt the throbbing pain tenfold of what I had experienced before. I thought I was going to die from the pain. A few days passed and the pain lessened. Sarah told me, "A few more days and the pain will be completely gone, and we will continue with your transformation." She left the room, and I was able to get out of bed as best I could. The ballet slippers were still on my feet, the shorter corset still cruelly crushing my waist, and all the piercings that she had done to me were now in plain view. At least I could sit up and view the modifications. A few moments later, a knock at the door. Sarah came back in with a box filled with different clothing items. She unlocked the slippers from my feet, undid my corset, and told me to stand. The pain in my feet was incredible. She removed a new corset from the box and put it around me, attaching it loosely. Next were stockings that were attached to the corset - black and the silkiest I had ever felt. After this came the shoes. They were of the same design as the ballet slippers, but these had a heel attached to them. They must have been at least eight inches tall. I noticed a loop attached to the shoe between the arch and the heel. I knew what was next. Sarah told me to stand and follow her to the next room. In that room, there were mirrors on all of the walls so that I may have a full view of what was happening to me. Sarah had me stand in the center of the room as usual. She ran a bar through the loops in the shoes and attached the bar to the floor. The same process for my wrists was performed, and then she told me what was going to happen next. With a smirk on her face, Sarah said, "Now we begin the next part of the transformation. The corset that is around you will further your progress; you will experience a pain that may be intolerable. I will show you some mercy this time by letting you pass out till I am through with this part."She loosened the laces on my corset slowly. I felt like all the muscles in my chest and waist had been removed. She stood back for a moment so that I may view myself in the mirror. My waist had already started to retain the shape that the corset forced me into. I was amazed by this. She said, "See, I told you that you would thank me." She then put the corset around me, closed the busk, and pulled the slack out of the laces. Then came the cables she attached to the laces to pull the corset closed. I stood there watching the winches do their job as the corset was closed around my now tiny waist. This time the pain was by far less, and the process took all of thirty minutes. The next part was not easy. The collar that she pulled from the box was far smaller and longer than the one I now wore. She removed the collar, and I felt as if my head was to fall from my shoulders. She put my chin in a sling that hung from the ceiling to support my head for the fitting of the new collar. She attached the collar and began the process. I could feel the muscles in my neck being pulled while my throat was compressed into its new form. This was a painful process, but I bore the pain regardless. When Sarah was done, I stood in front of the mirror to view myself. I looked like something out of a bondage magazine. I was amazing. I slowly turned around to face Sarah, then I walked up to her and gave her a big hug. She was shocked by this and stepped back. I asked her, "What's wrong, did I upset you?" She replied, "I just didn't expect that kind of response from you, you caught me off guard. You see, I thought that you hated me for what I have done to you." I told her, "At first I did hate you, with all my heart and soul. You have violated everything that is precious to me. The past couple of weeks though, I have accepted these things, and I have to admit, I've grown to like the way you are making me look and feel. I feel like the ugly duckling that has grown into the swan, and it's all due to you." Sarah smiled and looked at me with a look that only a mother could give. She said, "I have grown to think of you not as a project, but like a daughter that I could never have." I asked her, "How much further can we go with this change? Can we enhance what you have already done to me?" Sarah stood back with a scared but intrigued look in her eyes. She then asked, "How far do you want to go?" I thought for a moment and replied, "All the way!" Sarah said, "O.K., we will go as far as you want, but it won't be easy, or painless. Let's go downstairs, and I will explain all of it to you in detail. Then you can make your decision if you really want to proceed." Sarah and I went to the kitchen and made tea. We then went to the sitting room for "the talk". Sarah began to tell me what we could do. "If you really want to do this, there will be great sacrifices on your part. As far as your waist is concerned, we can reduce that even more, but it requires surgery. The doctor will remove four of your ribs, part of your intestines, and relocate some of your organs into the upper part of your torso. This is a complicated and dangerous process. Your recovery time will be long, and it is irreversible. You will have to wear a corset the rest of your life and have someone there to help you with bathing and changing clothes. Children will also be out of the question due to the modifications. What do you think so far?" I said, "That is fine with me. What else is there that we can do?" She then described the neck procedure: "Your neck can be lengthened if you would like. I know of a specialist that can insert additional vertebrae in your neck. Again, this has a long recovery process and is dangerous. You will have to always wear the collar after that because your muscles will not be able to support the additional length." I said, "Great, let's do it all!" Sarah had a very concerned look when I asked if we could do anything else. She hesitated to respond. She took my hand and asked me, "Are you sure?" I told her, "Yes, I want to do it all." Sarah then told me of the next procedure, to lengthen my legs: "I know of a procedure that a doctor performs for injuries dealing with bone loss. He clones bone material and inserts it where the damage occurred. The procedure is time-consuming and has a long and very painful recovery time. If you choose to do this, I will be there by your side the whole time, my daughter." I thought about it only for a moment before I said, "Make the calls, I want to do all of this. If you will be with me, I want it all, mother." At that point, I saw a tear well up in Sarah's eyes like a mother that was proud of her daughter. Sarah said, "I will make the calls now, but it is time for you to rest." I went up to my bedroom, laid down on my bed, and quickly fell asleep with dreams of what I would look like when all of this was through. A truly erotic woman, with all of the attributes that men crave, and a grace that they would kill for. The next morning, Sarah woke me and said, "Time to get up. We need to get you dressed to see the doctors." My smile could have lit up the world. We went to the dressing room, and there were three boxes on the table. Sarah helped me get dressed. First off, a satin corset and collar, designed the same as what I was wearing. Next came the shoes, then she produced the most beautiful dress that I have ever seen. Made of velvet and lace, high-necked so it covered the collar but a keyhole cutout for cleavage, fitted for my waist and slit up the side to the top of my thigh. We left Sarah's house and drove into the city to see the first of many doctors. All went well with the exams to determine what they could do. The specialist for my waist told me we could make a twelve and a half-inch waist with a six-inch stem. I was delighted. The next doctor told me we could elongate my neck three inches. The icing on the cake was my third doctor. He told me that we could lengthen my legs by ten inches, making me six feet tall after surgery. I grabbed Sarah and gave her a long, heartfelt hug that only a daughter could give. When I let go of her, she had tears of joy in her eyes that only a mother could have. The first doctor scheduled me for the next morning for my surgery. I checked into the hospital that evening. The next few days are a blur since they kept me drugged up so I would sleep. When the doctor came in to check up on me, I asked how far he went. He said, "I removed six ribs and broke and reset six more. The pain in your chest will be there for a while." I was already in a corset in bed, and from what I could see, my waist was minute. Two weeks later, I was at home with Sarah. Two months later, I was in the hospital again, this time for my neck surgery. When I woke, I was completely immobilized. The doctor came in and gave me the good news. "All went perfect," he said. "We added three vertebrae to your neck, lengthening it by five inches. Your therapy starts tomorrow." This went on for four weeks. It was so painful, but worth it. The big day came when I returned to the hospital for the leg surgery. I can't remember anything about the first two weeks in recovery. When I saw the doctor, he told me, "Everything went great! When you go home, you will be sixteen inches taller. Your therapy starts today." I was in shock! "I thought you could only do twelve inches, how do you do it?" "It was easy, your muscle structure allowed me the extra size." Sarah leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, "I love you, Buttercup." That brought tears to my eyes. The past year has brought me nothing but joy. Sarah is, as far as I am concerned, my mother, and I am her daughter. I owe her everything, and she is ever so proud of me. I am her perfect erotic female. I now stand six feet seven inches without shoes, we figured that by deducting the height of the heel of the shoes since I can no longer stand flat-footed. The standard height of my heels is seven inches, and ballet shoes are now a joy to wear. It is truly erotic for me to be able to put my hands around my waist and interlock my fingers around it. My measurements are 38DD-12-38 with the stem being eight inches, and I owe it all to Sarah, my mother. I am now looking for a daughter of my own to transform into the swan. Do you know anybody who would be interested?	4
101,193	Singing Sadie	His power over the women and the situations he envisioned would grant him the ability now to do something he had always wanted. He wanted to thoroughly embarrass one of his pupils and do it publicly. For this, he selected Sadie, a very attractive, twenty-one-year-old blonde. Along with her immediately eye-catching attributes, she also had a voice. Every so often, she sang on stage at a certain club in town. The Professor had never been interested enough to go there before, but now... The Professor went inside and took a table that gave him a good view. For the length of a song and a half, he just listened. Not being a big music lover, the Professor couldn't quite say he enjoyed it, but he did approve of it. Her sultry voice suited the old-fashioned jazz songs. Not that she needed talent to captivate the men in the audience. In her black, sparkly gown, her va-va-voom figure was displayed nicely. She was all curves, nice big round curves. Especially the tits. She had a nice set of big tits. Not huge tits, but definitely full and pronounced with some great cleavage showing in that low-cut dress. He let his power take control carefully before he acted. He had to feel the pulse of the crowd, especially the men. If he wasn't certain he could handle this, then he would await another opportunity. The risk that he didn't want to take was breaking the rules. Even with his power growing, he knew that the rules were inviolate. He couldn't touch her, and he could not allow her to be touched, even by another man. If he couldn't keep the crowd under control, then this would be for nothing. His intentions directed the magic, though, and after several minutes of concentration, he could tell that he had them. He had the crowd under his spell as though they were the women he focused on. Of course, he also had Sadie in his grip. Sadie stopped singing not quite suddenly, her confusion at her inability to sing was evident. "What's happening?" she tried to whisper, but it came over the microphone loud enough for everyone to make out. The audience stirred a little, not quite as confused as she was. Then she turned to the side, wondering why, and leaned forward just a bit. The side of her dress was slit so that you could see some leg. Just enough to tease the audience. This wasn't enough for the Professor. First, there was a drumroll from the band, then suddenly a loud tearing sound as her dress split from its safe level to just below her breasts. Her dress moved as though a soft breeze were on it, and that revealed the side of the satin panties she was wearing along with her magnificent legs. The crowd was already enchanted. A long whistle sounded, and Sadie looked out nervously. Without knowing why, she turned slowly with the sensuous movements she would ordinarily use in her act. Her back to the crowd, she looked over her shoulder. Her dress kept flitting as though it were being blown to the side. Her legs came into view little by little. A tantalizing glimpse of perfect calves. Again. Then a bit higher, just up to the knees. Calves only again, then higher. Then, like a flag in a good wind, her dress blew to one side, showing off her legs in their entirety. A few cheers and loud words of praise had Sadie looking away and blushing. Then her dress lifted higher, and the shiny panties that clung to her well-developed, not quite round, beautiful ass were the subject of every stare. A round of brief applause sounded. She bent forward a bit and put her legs apart. The crowd was loving it. Sadie straightened up, and her embarrassment, though she still felt it intensely, was defied by the confidence of her voice. She swung the microphone stand around and, with her sultry, bedroom voice, she asked the audience, "Nice panties, aren't they?" "YEAH!" Along with the shout from the majority were scattered "hell yeahs" and "damn rights." Her provocative voice wondered softly, "I think you just might like to see a little more." Another round of enthusiasm met with action. She leaned forward again, just a bit, and slipped her hands into the sides of her panties. Her fingers ran up and down, then lifted them up and slid them in between those delectable butt cheeks. The crowd was worked up, but wasn't near as loud as they could have been, being influenced by the magic. Sadie bent over and put her legs further apart, her ample ass becoming a pair of rounded hills that cascaded down into her incredible legs. "Man, look at that ass!" "Show us more!" "I love you, Sadie!" She stood up, and the breezing of her skirt stopped. She turned around, and the Professor finally let her natural emotions show. She had a nervousness and worry that made her adorable. The crowd's noise had fallen to a dull murmuring. The Professor suggested loudly, "Show us your tits, Sadie!" "Yeah!" "Do it!" The crowd became a chanting mob, "Show your tits! Show your tits!" She clearly wanted to say something, but she couldn't. Her jaw quivered in fear as her hands moved against her will to the straps of her dress. She stared helplessly at the crowd as she grabbed one of those straps and started to move it, then stopped. The crowd was cheering and whistling. The other strap moved, but it was also just a tease. Nothing showed. Someone demanded, "Aw c'mon! Give 'em up!" In response, her fingertips slid down the inside of her dress front. Once in position, she pulled her dress down and away from her tits. The bra she had been wearing had simply vanished at the appropriate moment, so there she was, tits out for a bunch of strangers. The crowd shouted happily at the sight of her bared boobies. Her eyes shut tight in protest as if, not seeing the crowd, she might convince herself that they weren't there. She could hear them though, jabbering away and laughing and appraising her big tits jocularly. That everyone seemed to approve of them didn't lessen her humiliation at all. It only got worse when her hands cupped her breasts from underneath. She stared down at herself, amazed that she was doing this. She lifted them and squeezed them and played with them as the crowd thrilled to the sight. Once she let go, she thought that at least the tit play was over. She was wrong. As though it were her own idea, she pulled the microphone stand to her and placed the metal rod between her boobs. With a hand on either side of her bosom, she pressed her melons together, around the cold metal. A moment passed, then she was rubbing her tits up and down around the handy prop. With each movement, even without the guidance of the magic, she let out an uncomfortable and embarrassed little sound. On the downstroke, the crowd couldn't hear it, but at the top of an upstroke, she was right next to the microphone so that her soft sounds of protestation were amplified for them all. It was such a marvelous occurrence that the Professor let it go on for a few minutes. Yes, a few minutes. It may not seem like long, but he didn't exactly have much of an attention span for any individual prank, so it was a tribute. Once he had had his fill of microphone fun, he let the stand swing away from her. Her tattered dress gave the first whispering sounds of further ripping. Her eyes snapped wide open, realizing what was about to happen. "Oh no!" SHRIIIPP!! Her dress tore away completely, leaving her in nothing but her panties and high heels. She screamed in panic, but could neither cover nor run as the crowd stared at her nearly nude body. As she started in with deep panicked breathing, the Professor's magic procured several bottles of beer from the bar that floated over to the stage. She stared in wonder, "Wh-what?" The bottles all shook violently for a few seconds, then they popped open one by one, spraying her with foamy beer as she squealed in protest. The crowd was applauding this as the beer shower covered her completely. Once it was over, she stood there, furious but silent, stripped to her panties and soaked in beer while the crowd stared and cheered and laughed and pointed and applauded. Her panties started to tug away from her body, but she caught them and held on. She stared down, determined not to lose this battle. The crowd knew what they wanted, "Take it off! Take it off!" Sadie looked up suddenly with blank terror as her panties started pulling away more forcefully than she could hold them. An agonizingly slow rip snapped one side, and she squealed. One hand covered her nearly uncovered sweet spot as her other hand struggled in vain to keep the panty fragment from fleeing. Then, SNAPP! It was gone. She had her pussy covered, but she still felt more exposed than ever. She turned in place without thinking it through. The crowd was treated to a view of her entirely bare, big, beautiful ass. Of course, cheers, whistles, and commentary arose, and Sadie glanced over her shoulder shyly. Against her will, she turned again, one arm across her breasts and one hand over her beaver. The Professor had let her cover just so he could enjoy making her move her arms. The crowd was demanding more in random shouts.Eventually, partly inspired by the magic, it became a shouted chant, "Let us look! Let us look! Let us look!" "NO! NO!! NOooOOO!!!" But then she could feel it. The force that had stripped her had a magical grip on her arms. "OH NOOOO!!" She couldn't resist it. Her arms were pulled away, and everyone got a great look. She screamed a note that only a singer could as she squirmed, legs tightly together, trying in vain to crouch down. Everyone had seen those fantasy boobies, but now they were also treated to the view of her soft blonde, closely trimmed bush. Her look turned defiant as she struggled against the power more fiercely than ever. In spite of her anger and embarrassment, the magic forced her to relinquish her efforts. Suddenly, she stood still as though it were all an act. Then, she put her hands behind her head, displaying her chest marvelously. She put her legs apart and arched her back slightly. The crowd was in love. The Professor sighed with delight and used his ink for the final touch. No one understood it when a glob of the dark fluid raced up to Sadie and formed the calligraphied 'E' just under her right breast. Finally, the Professor was finished, and he stood, ready to leave. His magic remained, just to be sure that the situation wouldn't get out of control in any way he would not wish for, but he relinquished his hold over Sadie. With a panicked scream, she rushed off stage, arms over her beautiful tits. The crowd started cheering and applauding again. That applause became a standing ovation that the Professor was sorry Sadie had missed. He left the club humming one of the melodies he had heard her sing. Backstage, Sadie ran to her dressing room only to find it locked, a last prank pulled by the Professor. "Oh, oh, oh! Open up, damn it! Open!!" She pulled and pulled at the door but found no shelter. "Steve! Steve! Get my door open! It's locked!" The club manager rounded the corner with an undeterminable expression as he tried not to stare too overtly at her naked body. She had the typical total cover pose, one hand over her bush and one arm over her boobs, but she didn't quite manage to get them both under cover as one delightful pink nipple peeked out over her arm. Sadie stood there helplessly as they tried to force the door. It was not only locked, it was locked from the inside, so it took some time. Nearly an hour and a half, she spent there, shivering and stark naked as every member of the club's staff at one point or another was either helping with the door or just spending a little time enjoying the scenery.	3
101,236	The Destruction of Hugh	Here we are at the end of the second month and I've got the boy in a rather hysterical state. I put him into deep trance and tell him that even though he is by nature both queer and a submissive, he will protest to the boys that HE IS NOT A FAGGOT, HE HATES THE TOUCH OF MALES, AND HE CANNOT UNDERSTAND WHY HIS BODY GETS SO EXCITED WHEN THE BOYS DO SUCH TERRIBLE THINGS TO HIM. I've also given him several deep suggestions he will never consciously remember: 1. Deep in his unconscious he is totally homosexual, as he was when he first agreed to my offer, but he no longer remembers that and NOW CONSCIOUSLY BELIEVES THAT HE IS NOT QUEER. I've told him that he hasn't a fucking clue as to what he IS, but he knows that he is not homosexual. 2. In spite of this, his body craves the touch of the other young men around him constantly, night and day, AND WHEN THEY TOUCH HIM, EVEN TO SPANK HIM OR WRESTLE WITH HIM, HIS BODY SEXUALLY DELIGHTS IN THE ACTIVITY. Even if one of the boys brushes by him, his cock (clitty) will get even harder and begin to leak profusely. THIS WILL ONLY SERVE TO CONFUSE HIM. HE SIMPLY WILL NOT UNDERSTAND IT. AND HE WILL DO HIS BEST TO HIDE ALL THESE BLATANTLY SEXUAL RESPONSES. HE WILL HATE HIMSELF AND HIS BODY FOR DOING THIS TO HIM. AND WITHOUT REALIZING IT, HE WILL ENJOY ALL THE PUNISHMENTS THE BOYS HEAP ON HIM, BECAUSE HE BELIEVES HIS BODY DESERVES IT FOR BEING SO TWISTED. 3. I've planted the seed that he is falling in love with Butch, even though outwardly he will only show fear and dislike for him. (((By The Way: In my sessions with Butch and Jeff, I have told them that they each want to OWN our Boy completely, and live to think of new ways to make his life hell. They want him as their personal sex toy and slave to tease and abuse but mostly to humiliate and torture him sexually. Butch and Jeff are friends, so I've told them to work together to "share" the Boy........ for now. Later on as my pressure on Hugh increases I will put Butch and Jeff at odds to play "tug-o-war" with Hugh.))) 4. The Boy will find himself doing the "girlie" things the others demand of him; still hating it, but his body will once again derive pleasure from it, causing him much consternation. 5. For the time being, BOY WILL NOT BE ABLE TO CUM. HE WILL FEEL LIKE HE'S GOING TO CUM, BUT HE'LL NEVER MAKE IT OVER THE EDGE. This will make him a slave to his cock (clitty). There are several more suggestions that are more specific, but these are KEY. When I brought the Boy to my office (he's now called "girlie boy" by all the residents), he immediately started crying and asked me for the 500th time if he could please get out of his contract. I had to punish him for that so I had him stand in front of me [naked as he always is in my office........ he loves me to fuck him while in deep trance, or sometimes he'll lick my bush, or clean my balls, suck my cock (poor boy can barely get it into his mouth, and OH how he choked till he learned to take it down his throat), and adores rimming my asshole for hours]; his clitty was hard as stone and leaking all over my floor, something he would lick clean before he was dismissed. I got out the small cane and made him count out 15 strokes across the head of his clitty. When I finished he was wracked with sobs, his clitty head was twice its normal size and quite purple........ really cute. I said, "girlie-boy you signed on for my experiment. YOU ARE MY LITTLE LAB RAT............" He interrupted sobbing, "BBBBBBBBBut I...... I...... sob, sob, sob......... ddddddon't wwwwwwanna bbbbbe yyyyyyour lllllllllllllab........... rrrrrrrrrrrat..... SOB, SOB, SOB........" As I reached for the small cane, I bellowed, "girlie-boy you will BE whatever I want you to be and if you continue to thwart me at every turn, and fight me with every helpful suggestion I make, I will simply be forced to be far less loving with you. As you can tell, I have a soft spot for you. I am so much kinder and nicer to you than the other boys. I allow you to rim me for hours, to lick my balls, to suck my cock. For Christ's sake do you remember how patient I was with you when you couldn't seem to get my cock down your throat. I only whipped your ass a few times till you got it right. You are like a son to me. I love you more specially than all the other boys, who are very jealous of you. They only treat you badly because they know you get so much of my private attention....... AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY MY LOVE. MUST I BECOME STRICK? MUST I FORCE MYSELF TO BE BLIND TO MY AFFECTION FOR YOU? MUST I USE THE CLITTY WHIP ON YOU MORE FREQUENTLY?" Still crying he responded, "Oh daddy Sir, I am so sorry. PPPPPPPPlease forgive.....sob, sob..... me. I will be a ggggggood gggggirl. I pppppromise to behave. PPPPPPPPPlease don't ssssssstop loving me." I was very pleased that he referred to himself as a "girl." As you can tell even I had begun calling him "girlie-boy," and the kid is no fool. He immediately picked it up unconsciously...... like one more suggestion, and willing to do ANYTHING to avoid the clitty whip, he totally acquiesced. Frankly he was only doing what came naturally to him. NEVER FORGET THE BOY CAME TO ME TOTALLY HOMOSEXUAL, AND A TOTAL SUBMISSIVE. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx A word about Jeffry. Physically he's Butch's photographic negative. Whereas Butch is blond, Jeffry has jet black wavy hair all over. He keeps it long on top so he usually looks like he just woke up with hair sticking up all over the place. He has black curls around his large nipples, a long treasure trail, leading to another big bush and an 8" fat cock, extremely hairy legs, pit hair that constantly sticks out in damp curls, and a very hairy ass groove. Jeff hasn't got an ounce of fat on him and his big pecs sit on a shelf of solid muscle which makes his nipples stick straight out. Poor girlie-boy drools over Jeff when he's in trance and can speak his true mind. He's also hot for Butch but his fear of Butch's natural sadism keeps him from feeling the same kind of adoration he has for Jeff. (I almost forgot, Jeff can take the biggest cocks up his pussy with ease, when he's my whore/slut/pig.) I guess I should mention that I do pimp out all the young men who live here. That's why I made sure to have my choice. I didn't give a shit if they killed their parents with an ax; I could fix all that with hypnosis, just as I could their generally vehement heterosexuality. In under a month they were out earning me a fortune, with the proper keywords (The boy's name, MY HUSTLER........... e.g. Jeff, my hustler turned Jeffry into a totally compliant, totally queer, anything you want WHORE.) The great advantage is IF they were stupid enough to get caught, I could simply tell the judge that I was doing my best to reform all my wards, but now and then one of them would revert to his old ways........ and so on. It never failed. The boy got a stern "talking to" from the judge telling him how lucky he was to have a man like me in his life....... such a kind selfless man, who had given up a wealthy private life, as a world known Hypnotherapist, Psychiatrist, and Pharmacologist to look after a group of once labeled "incorrigible" young men, AND THAT WITHOUT ME THEY WOULD BE IN PRISON BEING USED AND RAPED BY THE BIGGER INMATES. The boys always laid on the charm and told the judge how sorry they were for betraying MY TRUST, and then went on and on and on about what a wonderful, kind man I was. What the judge didn't know was that the boy was laying it on thick FOR ME, because he knew that when we got back to "The Estate" he was in for hell, for getting into trouble. I'm sure YOU probably think I would take the boy home and beat him....... BIG YAWN!!! That's no way to teach these boys to NEVER GET CAUGHT. Most of the time I would take them home, strip everyone down, and have the "bad boy" get down on all fours to be fucked by one resident, while he sucked another. He would do this till the boys had their fill, which is actually backwards. Do YOU have any idea how many times 42 boys from 18 to 22 yrs. Old can cum in a 24 hour period? Generally I had to stop about ten of them who wanted to keep going, after the daylong "punishment." The boys being punished took in so much cum that their bellies looked pregnant and their lower abs looked like they'd gotten a ring of fat. Oh yes, the boy being punished was hypnotized on the way back to the estate and made terribly horny, and ready to blow; then put into a chastity device that was a piece of bent metal tubing filled with pinpoints on the sides. It buckled behind his balls and had a small lock to keep it buckled until the lock was removed.Now the curve in the tubing would have been enough to prevent the boy from coming, but he could still enjoy the divine torture of being edged for 24 hours. My device meant that every time his penis swelled, it was met with a hundred tiny pin heads. They were very short and very sharp, so he barely bled at all, but it hurt like holy fucking hell. Oh, how the boy would squeal and plead with me (talking with a mouthful of dick) to take the hateful device off. Meanwhile, he'd be leaking all over the floor. One boy produced two cups of pre-cum in one 24-hour "Suck-Fuck." That was impressive, although the leakage was pink toward the end from his cock leaking and bleeding a few drops of blood now and then. I should add that when it was over, that boy's penis looked like it had been chewed on by a million mosquitos - red and swollen, covered in tiny red pimples. He screamed when the other boys touched it for two days. I must add there were a couple times when one of the bigger, more handsome boys was out whoring, and with a very fishy stink, got caught. I often wondered if some of the other boys called the cops just because they wanted someone to fuck for 24 hours. I also considered the possibility that some of the boys actually called the cops on themselves because when I say I made them malleable fags, I mean they really loved going out and coming home with sloppy asses and a face covered in dried customer cum. Girlie-boy wasn't the only "little piggy" in the house. It was around this time that Butch invented "Musical Cocks" for girlie-boy, who ran and hid when Butch would announce that it was time to play. Forty-two young men took about two minutes to find girlie-boy with his raging erection already beginning to leak at what was coming. Butch had the boys set up 42 chairs (if everyone was home, which was rare - they were very popular whores), and put them in a big circle. The boys all got hard immediately. (By this time, the standard house attire was a dirty jockstrap, and each boy had a t-shirt and a pair of tight black bicycle shorts on a peg by the door in case we got unexpected company. Girlie-boy was sometimes allowed to wear the same jockstrap he was issued the day he arrived. Seeing as how every boy had pissed in it and cum in it, it was the filthiest of all and stunk to high heaven.) The game was simple. Someone was in charge of the music, and while it played, girlie-boy had to walk around the inside of the circle, wiggling his pussy and rubbing his breasts. Whenever the music stopped, Girlie had to sit down on the cock nearest to him and then fuck himself on it, the very best he could. Each boy would guide him. Some would grab his nipples and use them like handles to make him raise and lower his pussy faster or slower or harder on the boy's penis. Another boy would grab two handfuls of girlie's flesh and pull him up and down on his penis; others would grab girlie's hips and make him slide forward and away, fucking him by pulling the boy's penis down as girlie moved his hips frontward and back. This was more painful for girlie, and he often cried, which really turned on the boys who all shouted and yelled encouragement to the boy fucking girlie. "Yeah, fuck that pussy..." "Make him sloppy with your cum..." "Make the cunt squeal" "Fuck that pussy harder... what's wrong with you?... Do you love girlie or do you want to fuck him? C'mon, make him scream." Meanwhile, girlie kept getting closer to coming. For all the pain and humiliation, his body was in the throes of embarrassing passion, and he was leaking all over the boys' pubic hair and bellies, making them swear vengeance. They let girlie know he had 42 bellies and bushes to slowly lick clean or every drop of his clitty juice. That really made him cry because he knew it would not only take hours, but would involve spankings and fuckings and suckings and generally humiliation heaped on chagrin. The boys had been taught control, but they also got impatient with their numbers. (Later on, Butch made them draw straws to choose a different dozen for the game each time they played. Naturally, Butch and Jeff were always part of the group.) When the guys started coming, Butch would grab girlie's well-used butt plug and after he caught a boy's full load, he'd have to quickly force the plug up his pussy, then quickly remove it when the music stopped and it was someone else's turn. Each boy only got to come once. After that, he could remain to torment girlie or most of the time get "fixed up" for a date, and they all had regulars by now, so they could always find some guy willing to part with $50 for two hours with a hot young god. At the end, when girlie was full of boy spunk, and truly dying to come, not understanding why he hadn't blown several loads by now, feeling hotter than ever in his life, Jeff or Butch would grab him and carry him off to the sun room where all the neighborhood teenagers could see inside. Jeff loved these times because he would torment girlie. Jeff might start with, "Why are you such a slut? You love being fucked by all those guys. I watched you and you were hard and leaking every single second. What's wrong with you... you a cunt hungry pussy girl?" Girlie would just cry. Jeff answered, "If you're just going to cry like a little girl, we may as well make you look more like what you are." Then Jeff produced a tube of lipstick. He slapped and poked girlie to stand up, and then used the lipstick to paint his nipples and areolas red, then he turned him around and without removing the butt plug, he applied the lipstick to girlie's already bright red, ragged pussy. Finally, Jeff put a layer of pink lipstick on girlie's lips. The boy was half out of his mind with embarrassed humiliation. For some reason, he wanted to please Jeff, and this made things so very wrong. Girlie just stared at his feet, wishing he could disappear. Jeff ordered, "I'm covered in your drippings and my sweat. Plus, for some very odd reason, I seem to be leaking jizz from my pussy... I mean, asshole. I need cleaning, but then first, you need cleaning out." Jeff went and dragged in a large overstuffed pillow and a bib. He grabbed girlie-boy by his cute wavy brown hair and dragged him onto the pillow on his belly. Girlie wondered if Jeff was going to fuck him... again, but he had forgotten about the bib. "Lift your head up, my little baby girlie-boy," Jeff spoke in baby talk. Girlie-boy didn't even think of disobeying. His whole body was on fire from Jeff touching him, and he didn't know why... girlie loved it... but he hated it... It made him terribly embarrassed and excited. Thankfully, he was now lying on his clitty, which was turning purple and leaking almost like he was coming... oh God, how he wanted to come. Jeff tied the bib under girlie's chin and around his neck, did a quick "kittichy, kittichy, coo" under girlie's chin, giving the boy goosebumps all over his body. Jeff noticed and said, "Is my little baby ticklish?" and started tickling girlie all over his body. Girlie thought he might go crazy with the discomfort, and yet he never wanted Jeff to stop touching him. Then Jeff climbed on top of girlie and started rubbing his naked, sweaty flesh and wet, curly body hair all over the boy as he tickled him. Girlie was bouncing back and forth between heaven and hell. His body wanted Jeff to rip out the butt plug and fuck him with that mighty, meaty pole as hard and deep as he could. Suddenly, he didn't care if he wasn't queer. This made his body come alive with sexual energy, and he was so fucking delighted. His life here was one long sexual nightmare, but this... with Jeff... oh God, Jeff was rubbing between girlie's legs with his own big, muscular, hairy legs, and the hair was pushing him closer and closer to coming. Girlie wanted Jeff to slow down and keep going for days. Girlie could feel Jeff's chest hair scrubbing his back with their combined sweat, and Jeff's crotch curls were tickling girlie's pussy. Between Jeff's slimy muscles and his body hair, girlie was going out of his mind. Suddenly, girlie felt like he might lose control, but he was so totally excited he didn't know if he was close to coming or pissing. And then it happened. The dam broke, and girlie started pissing like a mare after a long ride. He turned bright red all over. Jeff noticed and started laughing, "Why didn't you tell your daddy you had to go pee-pee? You know you need permission to go pee-pee. Girlie is a bad girl." The boy started to cry helplessly, "Oh Jeff, no, please don't make fun of me. You got me so turned on... Jeff, you make me feel so good. Oh, please stop laughing..." SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Down came Jeff's hand hard on girlie's ass. "Don't you dare talk that faggot talk to me, you fucking pussy. You are nothing but a toy to play with. If there was a real woman around here, do you think I'd ever even touch you? You're a filthy cum slut, and you are a 'girlie-boy.' Hell, your clit jumps every time someone calls you that, and walking around all these naked guys has you hard and leaking all the time. If you EVER talk that faggot talk to me again, I'll beat you bloody. DO YOU HEAR ME, CUM PIG?" Girlie looked at this tall, dark stallion of a man and wanted to die. He wasn't queer, and neither was girlie. Those words just came out... from nowhere. Then Jeff said the words that really struck fear into the smaller boy. Jeff said, "Wait till Butch hears this. He'll never let you forget it, and he'll probably kill you for me.""Girlie pleaded, "Oh, please don't tell Butch. I'm begging you, please, Jeff..." Jeff slapped his face hard. "Don't you ever call me Jeff again. You call us all 'Sir.' Break one more rule, and I'll tell Butch, and then I'll tell Master. Master will hook up your ovaries to his portable electric shocker, and he'll roast your ovaries all day long..." Just then, Butch walked in. "Don't tell Butch what?" Girlie wished he had a gun to blow his brains out. Jeff laughed as he told Butch how Girlie had just told Jeff that he loved him and wanted to be his wife. Jeff really embellished everything Girlie had said until it was outrageous, including how much he wished he was a real girl. Butch said, "You know, if we talk to the Master, I bet he'd consider granting Girlie's wish. Do you really want to be an actual girl?" Girlie said, "No..." but Butch kicked him in the ribs before he could finish, and said, "Don't you speak to me, you filthy faggot." And he kicked him again in his very full ass. Butch ended with, "I wish I could stay, but I have an appointment with some guy. I don't even know why or who he is, but I have to see the Master first. See ya later. Now, Jeff, don't you get carried away and elope with Girlie." Jeff wanted to tell Butch to go fuck himself, but even Jeff was afraid of Butch's mean side. The guy was crazy, and he'd beat you half to death for the fun of it, so Jeff just scowled at him as Butch smiled and left. Jeff looked at Girlie and spoke, "Time for baby's dinner." Girlie remained mum. He hated the idea that he'd ruined a possible friendship with Jeff. Girlie liked Jeff and admired him, and certainly thought he was amazingly, model handsome, but he didn't love Jeff like some faggot. That one moment felt great having all those sweaty muscles rubbing him, while Jeff's thick hair was scratching and tickling his skin, and that big cock was... well, he just liked the skin-on-skin contact... ANYONE WOULD. Jeff produced a soup spoon, held it in one hand, and said, "I'm going to remove the butt plug. If you lose a drop of the cum you're filled with, I will get every dog in the neighborhood, including the Great Danes, and have them fuck your pussy full, so we can start again." Girlie knew this was going to be awful and knew he must not puke. To comfort himself, he kept thinking how he had been all cleaned out before the game, so there would only be cum and ass juice in him. Jeff pulled the butt plug out quickly... he had no choice with all the slime, and Girlie tried to close his pussy hole fast. A minute later, Jeff had pushed the spoon inside Girlie and pulled out the first spoonful. It smelled like earth and chlorine and chemicals AND ASS. That's also pretty much how it tasted. Girlie forced himself to swallow as Jeff babbled at him in baby talk. "Here comes the airplane, open the hangar, zoooooooom... now swallow it all up, 'cause here comes another one." Apparently, the jizz hadn't all mixed in Girlie. He was so stuffed that it seemed to be in globs from each of the boys who fucked him. Some of it was bitter and smelled awful, some was more chemical, some had curly hair in it, which Jeff insisted he swallow down. Maybe fifty big spoonfuls later, Jeff was scraping the walls of Girlie's colon and getting mostly mucus, which Girlie had real trouble swallowing. IT WAS LIKE EATING A MOUTHFUL OF SNOT... THICK SNOT. When they finished that chore, Jeff made Girlie suck up all his piss. Luckily for the boy, most of it had soaked into the pillow, but there was still plenty to slurp up off the floor. At one point, Jeff grabbed Girlie's head and used his hair to mop up the remainder of the piss. When he finished, Girlie sat there with more cum leaking out of his pussy (from places the spoon couldn't reach). "NOW GIVE ME A HEAD-TO-TOE TONGUE BATH, AND START AT MY TOES," Jeff shouted. He added, "And keep that leaky clit of yours away from me, or I'll get a butcher knife and cut it off." Jeff laid on his back while Girlie sat at his huge size 13 feet and picked up one. He sucked in the long, big toe with all the curly black hair on top of it. It tasted great. Girlie's clitty was as hard as he'd EVER felt it... except for when Jeff was rubbing all over his back. Why couldn't he have kept his mouth shut and just let Jeff ride his back and legs and bite his neck all day long? "Oh WOW," Girlie thought, "What if he had turned me over and rubbed those hairy muscles all over my titties and legs and clitty. I'd have cum till I disappeared into one big puddle." Girlie sucked each long toe and then spent lots of time licking between them. Jeff's feet were very ripe from going running earlier and then working in the yard, but Girlie's body loved it. He sucked and licked every square inch of skin on both feet until he got all the foot smell into his body; then he was off to those giant, muscular, hairy legs. The hair was what really put Girlie into seventh heaven. He loved how Jeff's hair made him look so masculine. Jeff was a real man. Girlie could never be a man like Jeff. No matter where they went, all the men and women stared at Jeff and Butch, the two prime MEN on the Estate, although the rest were gorgeous in different ways. Billy had bright red hair and pubes and pits, but the rest of his tall, lanky body was hairless... still very hot with a longer hose than Butch. Girlie got every part of Jeff's legs and swallowed a drain full of hair. He rimmed Jeff's asshole for over half an hour until it was squeaky clean to three inches INSIDE. Girlie went even slower up Jeff's perineum and behind his very sweaty, hairy balls. He used his long tongue to slurp and lick up and down the big boy's ball bag and kept sucking one giant golf ball into his mouth and then the other. He tried to get them both in, but he'd have to force one into his throat to accommodate two, and that might hurt Jeff. Girlie would never hurt Jeff, so he did his best to spend more time on each nut. To make it feel better and more exciting for Jeff, Girlie passed the cock and first washed all Jeff's very sweaty bush hair. First, he'd apply lots and lots of spit until the hairs were dripping with Girlie's saliva, and then he licked it off... once that was accomplished, he did it again... and again. When he was done, he sucked the bush dry. When Girlie got to Jeff's cock, he spent lots of time sniffing it and savoring the sweaty cock smell. He looked up at Jeff, who nodded his consent, and Girlie swallowed Jeff's snake down his throat until his nose was in Jeff's bush touching his pubic bone. Girlie gave Jeff a 45-minute slow blowjob, rewarding Girlie with nine shots of Jeff's ball cream, and that's just how it tasted to Girlie. Next came Jeff's torso and all those muscles. Girlie traced Jeff's eight-pack with the tip of his tongue and then started licking all the sweat and dried cum off. When he got to Jeff's nipples and began alternately licking and sucking and nibbling one and then the other, he got the grand prize as Jeff began to moan. Girlie realized that Jeff's prong was fully hard again and bouncing on his hard-as-rock belly, filling Jeff's bellybutton with prefuck. So Girlie really spent a lot of time on Jeff's pectorals and his nipples. From the time Girlie started on Jeff's chest, the unreal man stink from his pits kept hitting him, and several times he felt like he might faint. Eventually, Jeff started rubbing his cock from all the attention. Girlie wanted to keep his mouth shut, but he just had to say, "Sir, would you like me to suck your Manly cock with my pussy mouth or perhaps ride it in my back pussy?" Jeff answered, half asleep, "If I wanted your faggot help, I'd ask for it." Girlie literally dove into Jeff's right armpit. SO MUCH HAIR!!! SO MANY DRIPPING CURLS!!! SO MUCH MAN-SMELLING SWEAT!!! It was like a locker room full of used jock straps and naked football players after a long game in the sun... waiting to hit the showers. Girlie didn't know why his body was suddenly ON FIRE; all he knew was that he was excited beyond words. He hated his faggot body for being so different from his non-faggot brain. FUCK IT!! He didn't care. He licked off all the dripping sweat and then sucked off all the sweaty skin. Next came the spit bath, and he licked and spit and sucked until all Jeff's manly pit stink was in Girlie. Girlie even did Jeff's arms and hands to each finger. He loved the long, thick fingers in those two massive hands, and how Jeff's black hair covered the backs of his veiny hands and arms. After doing his shoulders, he continued up, licking Jeff's neck. Jeff didn't seem to notice as he slowly jacked his cock and seemed to be fighting off sleep. A moment later, Jeff took in a deep breath and shot all over his chest seven times. He only said two words, "Get busy." And Girlie went back to Jeff's heavenly chest to start it all over with the added treat of having it covered with Jeff's wonderful-smelling ball juice. Half an hour later, Girlie asked Jeff to turn over so he could get his super muscular back, but Jeff had had enough. He said, "No thanks, faggot. Just remember, we are NOT friends; we are not anything. YOU, ON THE OTHER HAND, ARE A TOY, A SEXUAL SLAVE, SOMETHING FOR ALL OF US TO PLAY WITH WHEN WE DON'T HAVE ANYTHING BETTER TO DO. BUT FAGGOTS ARE BROKEN SEX TOYS. DON'T FORGET THAT. YOU ARE A BROKEN SEX TOY. YOU'RE JUST A FAGGOT."	3
101,494	My Life As One Of Two Guys Who Love To 'Double Pleasure' A Woman	Hi Joan: I just found your site and have only read one story so far. I thought it was great. I thoroughly enjoy reading stories about MFM threesomes, particularly when they appear to be true accounts. That is the form of sexual fun that I am really into. As a matter of fact, that's the main form of sex fun that my buddy and I have been doing for the last four or five years. It's rare I get involved in regular M/F relationships anymore. Maybe Ron and I are unusual, but it seems like you become addicted to being part of doubling a receptive woman's pleasure once you are into it. MFM just makes sense any way you look at it. Two guys can give a woman a whole lot more satisfaction than one guy ever could. Ron and I can pleasure a woman for three or four hours in a way that no one guy can pleasure her. It seems that just watching the action can keep me hard longer. There's always something happening that keeps you up. And, it pleases me when we are done and we are looking at a woman who is totally happy and satisfied, maybe for the first time in her life. I've only had an FFM experience twice. That kind of three-way fun is OK, but I enjoy MFM experiences far more. I know my chances of really pleasing two women at once are slim, but Ron and I can completely fulfill virtually any woman's wildest dreams, and that's what we both enjoy. Maybe we will have a chance to change someone's life forever. I doubt if many women would trade what they get out of a two-guy threesome for exclusively regular sex. By the way, a bit of background on Ron and me. I had had a couple of MFM experiences back when I was in high school. I first met Ron when we started college as freshmen in a west coast school. We were roommates. We both occasionally dated girls at school and girls in the surrounding community. Early on we made a game out of walking in on each other while one or the other was intimately entertaining a gal. If the gal was not totally freaked out, soon the extra guy was invited into bed to share in the enjoyment. We discovered that usually all of us really enjoyed the experience. By the way, neither Ron nor I are gay nor particularly bi. Yes, over the years I have wrapped my hand around Ron's cock and directed it into a waiting pussy, and occasionally Ron has joined a lady in sucking my cock or balls (to get me ready for penetration) as I lavished oral attention on her pussy. But, we NEVER EVER make any sexual overtures toward each other (or any other male) when outside of female-centered sex play. We are both out of school now and have professional jobs in the LA area. When either of us does have a regular MF date, we generally try to get the gal interested in having the other one of us join in on the bedroom play. Sometimes they like the idea, sometimes they don't. I am now 28 and Ron is 27. He has started dating one gal fairly regularly now. She knows about our activities, doesn't criticize, but has not yet shown any interest in MFM fun. He likes her, so he continues to date her. Maybe someday they will marry. For me, I have no interest in marriage in the foreseeable future. Maybe someday. Over the years Ron and I have gotten to know a fairly substantial number of women who enjoy "being doubled." Many of them are single gals who date other guys and just get together with us occasionally for variety. A few of them are married women whose husbands have no idea that their wives are being serviced on the side. Some of these ladies have told close female friends about their experiences with us, and as a result, we have met with a few of these "friends of friends" for occasional adventures. We have yet to have a woman tell us they didn't enjoy themselves. Usually they have told us they REALLY enjoyed themselves. We also know several couples who invite us (or one of us) to join the husband in doubling on the wife. In some of these cases, Ron and I are the only outside partners they ever invite into their marital bed. In other cases, couples have asked us to locate other guys to join in the fun. Often that is because the wife has some particular "variation" fantasies they want to fulfill. Sometimes the husbands simply watch (or tell us to visit their wife while they are out of town). But, we usually encourage the husbands to cuddle and lovingly fondle their wives as we leisurely feast on her pussy, nibble on her breasts or let our cocks take turns exploring the inner recesses of her pussy. It is truly a pleasure for both Ron and me to watch a wife (or girlfriend) neck with her husband (or boyfriend) and exchange whispered love words between each other as we gently elevate her level of sensual pleasure by stimulating her breasts, pussy, clit, etc. More than once we have treated a lady to a total body oral massage as she rested in her hubby's arms. Sometimes husbands like to have their lady lay on top of them (either face-up or face-down), so they can feel every nuance of her reactions to our stimulation of her body. I have had husbands ask us to fuck their wife in the doggy-position as they lay below, necking with her and watching the passion wash through her eyes. Ron and I know this black guy who has a really thick and long cock. When we tell some of our female friends about him, they want to give black sex a try. I am sure the "really thick and long" information also tends to turn them on. Ron and I are of about average thickness and length. When we introduce our black friend to a lady or couple, generally either Ron or I (or both Ron and I) are also present to add to her pleasure. Some women seem attracted to the idea of having a very young or an older guy involved in a special night of fun. Often we are able to bring a guy with us to meet such requests. I have noticed that some of our female friends ask us about gang-bangs too. When requested, we have set up a few of them to make a lady happy. However, it has been my observation that most of these women just want to try it once. From my observations, gang-bangs tend to be highly physical events where a woman is more likely to feel "used" afterward, rather than feeling that she has just been cherished, gently stimulated, fulfilled and introduced to heightened levels of personal pleasure by multiple lovers. Best Wishes Martin My Earliest Sexual Experience - Dear Joan: I think everyone's induction to sex is something we won't forget. Yours and mine are different, but we were both young. For me I was 13, and an older girl, probably 18 or so, used to ask me to walk her home after roller skating, because she was scared. I was big for my age, and she thought I was older. Well, after a few nights we got into some kissing, not the kind I was used to, but the good-old-tongue-down-the-throat kind. The night it happened for me. She pushed me over on my back, and she straddled me. After a lot more kissing, she started squirming her ass around on me, and I was stiffer than a poker. I knew what I wanted to do, but wasn't sure how to go about it. Well, she took care of that. She pulled her shorts off, and I pulled my pants down. She had been screwed before, and she was wet and ready. It wasn't like a tight little cherry. She put me in her, and I didn't need any instructions what to do next. Believe it or not, this happened on her front porch. Her parents weren't home, and I never gave thought to the possibility of us getting caught. We did this the rest of the summer. She had a job and she bought herself a car. It wasn't much of a car, but it took us where we could park and fuck. She really liked her screwing, and she taught me all she knew, including naturally how to go down on her. I used to lay her on the hood of the car, and eat her until I thought at times she would pass out. She didn't like to do blow jobs. She would kiss my dick and put it in her mouth, but never really sucked on it. She told me that she didn't enjoy sucking guy's off. Hey Joan, I was just a kid, and I was getting plenty of the best thing that I thought existed, and still do. Well, that's enough about my first piece. I do consider myself fortunate that I had a first woman who did know what was happening. Love, Martin My First Experiences with MFM Fun - Dear Joan 8/12/99 Thanks for sending the lovely, erotic stories about MFM threesomes. When I was much younger (back in high school) I had a girlfriend who liked to have sex with me and my best buddy at the same time. My fuck-buddy then was Andy. Actually, I should describe the girl (Melissa) as OUR girlfriend. That would be more correct. We did everything together. We were our own little friendship society. Actually it really was "friendship," not romantic love. Today we would have been in some trouble, because she was just 15 at the time, and we were in our late teens. The three of us spent a lot of time in Andy's basement when his parents were not home. Melissa enjoyed letting us explore her body, and she enjoyed exploring ours.We introduced her to her first orgasms, and she enjoyed sucking us until we came. It was a mutual thing that we all enjoyed. I guess that may have set the stage for my later forays into being one of two guys showering sexual pleasure on one gal. My second MFM experience was with my upstairs neighbor. She had a habit of kicking her husband out every few months, during which time she liked screwing me, her brother-in-law, and her estranged husband in various combinations. Her brother-in-law had a very slender cock, but very long, which he couldn't fully insert. I enjoyed milking his shaft when he came in her. Then I learned to love seconds. More Thoughts on MFM Fun - 9/03/1999 Dear Joan, I enjoyed your personal story a lot, Joan, a lot more than I know how to put down in words. I don't think I can express my thoughts in a way that does it justice. After I get this note done, it probably won't convey my feelings. I feel I do know you better, Joan, and am proud I do. That's a hell of a story, Lady! To start off, Joan, I'm truly glad for you, and how your life has turned out. I feel you are a woman who has it all together, and can say she really enjoys her life. You have at least one man to keep you satisfied, and the added advantage of two, which I think you enjoy a lot more. Sex has to be the best way I know to keep the stress down and your feelings up. I know that good sex is what keeps me happy and feeling good. I re-read your story "Sandy," which is the one I read that got me to write you in the first place. I can't agree more with the things she brings out in that story. Ron and I feel that when we are in bed with a woman, it is the woman's pleasure that we are trying to achieve. We never treat the woman like she's just something to stick our dick into. I think a woman who has been well satisfied, especially if she's gotten off multiple times, is more than willing to show that she enjoyed herself, and is glad in return to do likewise. The one thing, with hardly an exception, the women we screw tell us is that they thought their depth of sexual experience could feel like this, and had hoped that someday it would. Some of these women had only come once or twice in their lives, and to get themselves off over and over was mind-blowing for them. Another Note From Martin - 9/24/99 Dear Joan: I hope you don't think Ron and I entertain our ladies every night, but tonight is one of those nights. We are taking out one of our female friends for a night of dancing and drinks, then treat her to some good screwing. She has only been with us three times, but she will definitely become a regular. She's a lot of fun to be around, and she is willing to try anything. She's a real no-fear, let's-have-fun lady.	3
101,502	Angie Enjoys Her Role As The Extra Gal	Hi Joan. Well, now that we have exchanged email correspondence several times, I guess I am ready to share my story for your readers. As you know, I am 24, brunette, blue eyes, nice body, and considered to be attractive. Since high school, I have religiously stayed on "the pill." I moved from my hometown (Minneapolis) a couple years ago and have been working in Los Angeles for a marketing firm. A month before this story begins, my boss asked me if I would be willing to return to Minneapolis for about six months to help set up a marketing operation there for one of our clients. After some consideration (having no immediate ties like husband, kids, or serious boyfriend), I told him I would do it. I called Ginger, my friend ever since high school, who had married three years before and who was still living in a Minneapolis suburb, and told her my plans. She insisted that I stay with her and her husband (Evan) for the six months. I told her I thought that would be too much of an imposition, but that if she was willing, I will stay with them until I got settled elsewhere. Ginger is about six months older than me, and Evan is 26. Ginger met me at the airport early on my arrival day. As we drove back to her house, we had a great time talking about old times in high school and the years immediately following that when we both went to a local community college. I already knew Evan. He is a very handsome and outgoing guy. They both have good jobs, and no kids. I was surprised at how luxurious their home was when I saw it. Ginger showed me around and then challenged me to a game of tennis. We had both played tennis in high school. Evan was at work, and Ginger had taken the day off. We giggled a lot as we changed into our short tennis skirts and matching blouses. Ginger wore a thong under her tennis skirt and threw an extra one to me. "Be daring," she said, "put that on instead of your regular panties." I thought I would be exposing too much, but, what the heck, I did it! Since it was late on a Friday morning, there weren't many folks at the courts. An older couple were playing several courts away, and a few other people strolled by. I think a few of them stopped to watch when they noticed all the bare skin beneath our tennis skirts. We pretended that we didn't notice, but it kind of turned both of us on. When we finished, we gave each other a big hug, and Ginger gave me a quick kiss right on the mouth. I was a bit startled, but gently kissed her back, and the kiss broke quickly. We headed back to Ginger's place. Let me tell you a bit about Ginger's home. It has a master suite to die for. Huge bedroom with a king bed and a large TV in the corner facing the bed. Sliding glass doors lead from the bedroom to a large fenced-in deck. The fence is about 8' high, and there is a red wood hot tub in the middle. As Ginger said, "Lots of privacy for nude playing in the tub and for nude sunbathing." A large walk-in closet borders one side of the bedroom, and an extra large bathroom borders the other side. That bathroom has a long double-sink counter, a toilet and a bidet (I had never used one of those until that day), a jacuzzi bath tub, and a shower/steam room stall that must have been about 5' x 6' with a long bench along the longest side. As soon as we got home, Ginger took me by the hand and led me into the master suite. We had already put my luggage in the second bedroom down the hall. She said, "Let's freshen up with a shower together." Well, we had often showered together back in high school, so I thought nothing strange about her suggestion. We stripped out of our clothes and ran nude as jaybirds for the shower. Once Ginger had set the two shower heads to a comfortable temperature, we entered the stall. Ginger was behind, and she playfully slapped me on my ass. I jumped, and as soon as she entered, I grabbed and tweaked her nearest nipple (something else that we had done in high school... but it was never sexual). This time Ginger responded by reaching around me and cupping both of my breasts, and squeezing them. I had to admit that it felt good. Nothing was said, and in a few seconds, Ginger took her hands away. Soon we were soaping our bodies and giggling while talking about old times. Then Ginger said, "Let me do that for you." She grabbed the soap out of my hand and began rubbing it all over my body. I mean ALL over my body. Over my full breasts. I think my breathing had gotten heavier, and my eyes began to close as I enjoyed her touch. She was facing me, real close, and wrapped her arms around to soap my buns. Next thing I knew, Ginger had one of my nipples in her mouth. When I realized what she was doing, I jumped a bit, but did not move away. She took that as her cue to continue. As the needle-like shower spray washed over me, Ginger was laving my breasts with her tongue while her hands roamed my butt... and then my crotch where she ran her soapy hand all around. She gently pushed me back so I was sitting on the shower bench, and she knelt on the shower floor as she spread my legs. Was she...? Yes, she was about to put her face in my crotch. I guess I just watched in disbelief as Ginger began to give me some really great head. My eyes closed again, and I just sat there enjoying her ministrations. Soon an orgasm washed through me, and I had to push her away so I could recover. As I stood up to finish rinsing the soap away, Ginger said, "Like that?" What could I say. Gosh yes I had liked it... even though it was the first time I had ever had a female go down on me, and I was a bit taken aback at first. Before I could reply, Ginger stepped out of the stall, grinned back at me and said, "Go soak that pretty body of yours in the hot tub while I get some wine, cheese, and crackers." She left the bathroom. By the time I entered the bedroom, she had already gone to the kitchen. With my head still sort of spinning, I strolled out onto the private deck and let myself down into the hot tub. She had hit a switch before heading for the kitchen, and the hot tub was bubbling away. The bubbles felt good as I leaned back to contemplate what Ginger had just done for me. When Ginger returned, she set a plate of goodies on a side table and handed me a glass of wine. Once she was in the tub with me, she smiled and said, "Surprised?" I knew she did not mean about the wine or the hot tub. After a rather pregnant pause, I finally gathered strength to answer. "Yes. That's something we never did back in high school." She laughed. Over the next hour, Ginger filled me in on the last two years with Evan. It seems that they had gotten into a sort of swinging lifestyle. She told me that while they started out "swapping" with other couples, they eventually found that they enjoyed "threesome sex" more than anything else. She reported that Evan enjoyed watching her being screwed by other guys, holding her as they did so, and often participated in her pleasuring along with the other guy. I was temporarily stunned by her revelations. Then the mental pictures she verbally drew for me began to get me hot. I hadn't even realized it, but I had my hand under water stroking my pussy as she told her tale. Finally, she asked me again if I had enjoyed what she did to me in the shower. This time I had to give a quick and positive reply. "Yes, surprisingly, I really did!" When I said that, she leaned forward and planted a really passionate kiss on my lips as her hands reached out and cupped my floating breasts. I could not help but admire her plump, no-sag breasts as she held mine. Her touch felt very good, so I found myself responding to and participating in the passion of our kiss. After some shared fondling, Ginger sat back and laughed out loud. "You DO like it.... don't you?" I just smiled back and nodded gently. A few minutes later, we ended up on her king bed, laying in a 69 position, inspecting each other's pussies. Soon she was eating me again. Again, it felt good. She knew just where to touch and lick me. Tentatively, I started licking her pussy too. We must have laid like that for nearly an hour. Suddenly the bedroom door opened, and Evan walked in. "I see you girls have gotten a head start without me." I jumped and tried to reach out for a towel to cover myself. Ginger and Evan laughed. Then Evan said, "Don't worry about covering yourself. I will be nude on that bed with you guys in a flash." He started stripping his clothes away. I couldn't believe how quickly he was nude too. By that point, Ginger and I were laying with both of our heads at the head of the bed. Evan stepped into the bathroom, and I spotted him squatting over the bidet. I had never thought about it, but that appliance can be used by guys too... to freshen their crotch after a day of office work. He was still toweling his crotch as he approached the bed. He laid down next to me. I was in the middle! That's when Ginger spoke up. "Ever since you called, Evan and I have been fantasizing about having you join us in just such a situation." I was facing Ginger, with Evan beginning to press himself against my back. I felt his hardening cock against my butt. "We would like your stay with us to be totally pleasurable... for you and for us," Ginger went on. Evan was then reaching his arm over my body to cuddle me against him. His big hand ended up on my upper breast, cupping and caressing it. "Are you guys serious?" I asked. "We sure are," Ginger responded. "Evan has given me so many totally fulfilling MFM threesomes. I want this to be our... your and my... opportunity to give Evan doubled pleasure." With that, she got up, walked around the bed, and crawled back up onto the bed... leaving Evan in the middle. "Angie, roll over," Ginger directed. "Join me."Hesitantly, I rolled over to look directly into Evan's eyes, and to see Ginger peering over his shoulder. She already had her arm over his midsection and was fondling his cock. Ginger said, "Let's see your hand." She actually reached out and took my hand, placing it around Evan's stiff prick. With that, I sheepishly grinned at Evan while gently stroking his cock. He kissed me on my forehead while using his hand to tweak my nearest nipple. Ginger had gotten up again, moved to the foot of the bed, and was prying Evan's legs apart. That caused him to roll the lower part of his body onto his back. Ginger crawled between his legs and began to suck on Evan's scrotum, just inches from where my hand was playing with his dick. I felt his cock stiffen in my hand. Then Ginger moved over between my legs and began to suck my pussy. Evan tilted my head back and locked lips with me. I thought, 'Gosh, this man was hot!' I finally had my other hand playing through Evan's chest hair. I felt an orgasm building within me. I momentarily wondered about the wisdom of this scene, but the feelings building within me quickly washed away any concerns I was harboring. Apparently the involuntary tensions in my body let Ginger know that I was hot too. "Evan... this is the time! Her pussy is ready for your dick!" She concluded by saying, "Take her, and enjoy her while she enjoys all you have to give her." Evan wasted no time. He rolled up on top of me as our lips were still locked, and I felt Ginger's hand guiding Evan's steel-hard cock between my vaginal lips. Then he entered me... a slow inch at a time... until his balls lay against my ass. I felt the bed move as Ginger moved back up next to me. Evan broke his kiss, and Ginger turned my head toward hers as she planted another passionate kiss on my lips. That's when Evan began to seriously fuck me. Gosh, it felt good! As he pulled back, I realized that my hips were pressing upward to keep him inside... to welcome his next thrust. A few minutes later my body gave itself up to shudders of orgasmic pleasure. Evan kept pumping as my orgasmic waves subsided. Then he really started to pump, and I felt his cock enlarge within my pussy. I realized that signaled that he was about to shoot his load. That took me over the top again, and as I felt his male juices squirt against my inner walls, I convulsed in another wonderful orgasm. Evan rolled off me, between me and Ginger. He kissed her and said, "Thanks, babe." When Evan recovered, he took Ginger doggy-style as she and I cuddled and kissed some more. That was the first time I had ever held another woman as her body convulsed in sexual fulfillment. I was happy to have been part of her pleasure. When they both recovered, we noticed that the sun had gone down. "I think it's time to get dressed and go out for some dinner," Evan announced. This time I went back to my bedroom and the second bath for a shower and some fixing up. We had a wonderful, sumptuous dinner that night, and Evan took turns dancing with both Ginger and me. Our table was back in a secluded corner. During dinner, both Evan and Ginger asked me how I felt about our afternoon. I took a deep breath, smiled at them, and admitted that while I had never envisioned being part of such sex play, I had REALLY enjoyed myself. I felt two hands under the table (one from each side) push my skirt back and momentarily caress my pubic mound (I hadn't worn any panties). They lifted their wine glasses and toasted me as "Their new best bed mate." It will come as no surprise that the three of us ended up sleeping together that night... in their king bed. I ended up staying with them the entire six months of my time in Minneapolis, and I seldom used my own bed. Often when Evan would come home from work, Ginger and I would be nude in the hot tub, or lounging nude on their private deck. We all played in that tub, in their large shower stall, on the floor, and in their bed. On a half dozen occasions during those six months, Evan brought other guys home for Ginger to enjoy. I got to watch Ginger being "double penetrated" several times, and held lovingly in Evan's arms as another guy ate her pussy or plunged his cock deep inside her. Sometimes Evan and I would screw while laying next to, and watching, Ginger get screwed by one of the guys Evan brought home. Naturally, I got to sample most of them too. One night Evan took Ginger and me to a motel without telling us what he had planned. The room had two double beds rather than the king we had been used to, so we both wondered what he had in mind. He told us a surprise was coming, but that we needed to use fictitious names so our identity could be kept secret. He said he was to be "Adam," Ginger was to be "Betty," and I was to be "Connie." It was ABC to keep it simple. He had us strip and put on some see-through lingerie that he had purchased for us. We were hot with anticipation. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. When Evan (I mean Adam) opened the door, three... that's right, THREE handsome young guys walked in. "Adam" introduced us, and told two of the guys they were charged with giving "Betty" the best time of her sexual life. He told the third guy to strip because he and "Adam" were going to "double" me. Several hours later, when the three guys left, Ginger and I were TOTALLY sated, as was Evan. We headed home for a soak in their hot tub before zonking out for the night. Evan and Ginger introduced me to four couples while I was in Minneapolis. In each case, I ended up visiting the couples (one at a time) to be their extra gal. I found I liked that role. I think all four of those couples enjoyed my involvement too. Two of the guys had extra large cocks that I found most enjoyable. One of the gals insisted that I lay back down on top of her husband while he filled my pussy from behind. When we complied, she proceeded to lick my pussy and his dick and balls while we fucked. It felt... well... strange, but, good. Now that I am back in Los Angeles, I have met with three different couples that Evan and Ginger put me in touch with. They have all promised to put me in touch with other local couples who would like an extra gal to join them. I have discovered that I like being part of FMF sex play. Oh yes, I still date guys on a one-on-one basis. But these days I know that if a guy proves to be a loser, I can just say "Let's not do it tonight," and I know that I will still get plenty of sexual fulfillment. These days I know that I could find myself in bed with a swinging couple (or an occasional swinging single guy or two) a couple times a week... if I want. Often... I WANT! Thanks, Joan, for letting me tell my story. And, thanks, Ginger, for introducing me to the special fun I can have with liberated couples and swinging guys. It is nice to be able to enjoy sex just for the sake of fun sex... without worrying that the guy on the other end of that dick might want a more serious relationship. I am not ready for that at this point in my life. I may never be... now that I am assured of regular, pussy-satisfying, no-strings-attached sexual fun and fulfillment.	4
101,633	I Enjoyed a Huge Black Cock in an Adult Theater	Hubby and I had a wonderful time last night. I decided to satisfy my craving for dark meat by having my hubby take me to our favorite adult theater. We got there around 7 PM, and wouldn't you know, it was empty. Not a soul in the place. That really depressed me. We took seats a few rows down from the back and settled in, watching the great interracial movie that was playing... lots of really hung black cock getting sucked by some attractive white women. Who could ask for more! I am 27, and my hubby has let me enjoy sex with a number of his friends. But, until last night, I had never had sex with a black guy. The idea always got my juices flowing. After 15 minutes or so in the theater, a noise startled me from behind us and across the aisle. I watched an older man, probably in his 60s, get up and lumber to the exit door. I hadn't noticed him when we entered. I guess he was sleeping or just being real quiet. He was a really large man, at least 6'5" tall. He was a black guy, and looked very handsome. As he went through the door, I grabbed my husband and dragged him to the back row, hoping the man would come back. When we sat down, I undid my blouse and led my husband's mouth to my excited breasts, while waiting for the sound of the door to open. Sure enough, the guy came back. I lit a cigarette to make sure he knew he was not alone. He came back into the theater and stood along the back wall just behind us as my hubby was biting my nipples and giving my breasts a good working over. I moaned loud enough for the guy to hear, and watched as he moved closer. As soon as I heard his zipper come down, I had my first orgasm. I moved hubby's face down to my raised skirt and panty-less pussy, and had him start to lick me. I turned my head slightly to watch as the gentleman (who was watching us) took out his cock. I was in heaven. The man moved two steps closer to watch, and I saw the most gorgeous, thick, long black cock I had ever dreamed about, hanging down from his crotch. He began to slowly stroke his cock while watching my husband go down on my soaked pussy. I moaned even louder, and turned my head directly toward him, inviting him to bring his cock closer to me, which he had no qualms about doing. In seconds he was standing directly behind my husband's chair, his beautiful cock just inches from my mouth. He started to point it at my face while he continued to slowly stroke his huge cock. My eyes were begging for it. I licked my lips and waited for him to let me taste his wondrous piece of human flesh. I had forgotten about my husband, and was focused on the man's cock so much that when he moved close and let my lips kiss the head of his cock, I turned even more in my chair, cutting off my husband from my pussy. I started to kiss and lick the huge cock head and slit that was being offered. The head of the guy's cock was enormous, and I had to lick it and kiss it for a few minutes, totally in awe of what I had in front of me. Hubby got up and slid into his seat, watching me worship the guy's cock. Soon I was almost turned around in my seat, my hands having replaced his, and my mouth going crazy on the huge cock. As he got somewhat hard, the size of his cock just amazed me. It never got real hard, it just grew and hung out from his trousers, begging me to worship it and bring him to climax. While my husband sat beside me, watching, I was sucking and licking for all I was worth, tasting his pre-cum as he started to get excited. It was so delicious stroking his cock. I would wait until the head of his cock was glistening with cum so I could run my tongue under the head and up over his slit to capture it in my mouth. After a few minutes his cock was like a faucet... a constant stream of juice flowing from the big slit. Hubby moved in closer to watch me enjoy my meal, so close I could feel his breath on my face as I sucked, slurped, licked and kissed my present. For the first time since the guy arrived, my hubby spoke. He asked me if I wanted to feel the new cock inside me, to which (of course) I moaned an emphatic yes. Then my hubby whispered that if the guy got into my pussy, I would have to allow him to cum inside me... and that I would have to be OK with that. Loud enough for the black guy to hear, I said, "He can do whatever he wants with me." I stepped out of my skirt, bent over the chair, and begged for the black guy's cock. I had never wanted to be fucked by someone so badly in my life. I had to feel that monster cock (hubby and I guessed it to be 12 or 13 inches long) stretch me and fill me with cum. The next thing I knew, I felt his cock begin to enter my pussy. I had an immediate orgasm. It took him a few minutes to get his cock deep inside me, and I my hubby later told me he still had 4 inches that I couldn't take. He fucked me for 30 solid minutes... fucking me with long strokes, and slamming his cock into me each time, telling me that I was a whore and a slut for black cock. When he finally came, he pushed his cock so deep inside my pussy I could feel him shooting his cum against the back walls of my pussy. He must have shot 8 or 9 streams of hot cum juice inside of me. I loved that. When hubby and I got home, he screwed me again while telling me how much he enjoyed watching all that black meat fuck me so deep.	5
101,639	My Wife Loves Having Black Guys Do Her	How to start... Hmm... Well, I had watched some interracial porn, and I was intrigued by it. My wife and I had been talking, and she told me that she had done a lot of black men back in the day. Early in our relationship, she had cheated on me with a younger black man who was our neighbor's son. That did get revealed to me later on. I was very hurt, but at the same time, I was very aroused. I decided the best way for me to feel better was to watch her be done by a black guy... in front of me. So we talked, and I told her I had a fantasy of watching her fuck someone else in front of me while I watched and took pics. So we went through Craigslist and found a black man who was 24. My wife was 35 at the time. After some pic exchange and talking on the phone, we decided to meet. My wife got into some very revealing lingerie, and we awaited his arrival. My wife had been getting a bit tipsy, so when he arrived, she was a little buzzed and very horny. He arrived, and they had a little chat. Then it was right up to the bedroom. They laid on the bed and started to explore each other. He went down between her legs and ate her bare pussy. He was still clothed at that point. After a few minutes of eating her pussy, she said, "It's my turn." She undid his pants, and out popped a 10" cock that was as thick as my wrist. She looked at it with a big smile and started sucking on it, stroking it, licking it, and telling him how big and nice it was. It was so big that she couldn't even get it into her mouth. She decided that she needed his cock inside her, so she laid on her back. At first, he couldn't get his massive shaft into her pussy. After a few attempts, he was able to push it all in. As I was taking pics, I could see that her pussy was all stretched out around his massive cock. She was moaning hard. I looked at her face. It reflected pure joy at having that huge black cock deep inside of her. They moved to many positions... her riding him... doggy-style... and finally, he rolled her onto her back and pinned her legs up by her head as he jackhammered her hard. As he was about to come, he pulled off the condom, and my wife sucked the cum right out of his dick. After she had cleaned up and the gentleman had left, she took my cock and sucked it nice and hard. I fucked her loose, stretched-out fuck hole for about a half hour before I dropped a hot, gooey load deep inside of her. It proved to be a great experience for both of us. I got tons of pics.	3
101,655	Take it from Me - Interracial Sex Is Beautiful	Hello Everybody! Well, just a quick introduction. My name is Sheryl, and I'm a hot wife. I've been a hot wife (meaning I have sex with other men outside my marriage) for a few years now. I absolutely support white women, any women for that matter, having sex with black guys. The main reason I got into the hot wife lifestyle was because I had always dreamed of making love to a black man. I was completely enamored with the idea that a black man would take my virginity in high school. Whether it was the 'gangster type,' the 'football player,' or simply one of the 'troublemakers,' I would brag about kissing them to my friends. I have always loved the well-built, dark black men... those who are strong, muscular, tall, and oozing with confidence. My very first time with a black man was about two years into our marriage. My husband and I had begun leading the hot wife/cuckold lifestyle. At first, I was taken aback about my husband's kinks. Prior to that time, I had no idea that he was turned on by the idea of me having sex with other men. But like I frankly mentioned to my husband, I had always been interested in having sex with black men. I guess our marriage just made the entire idea dormant for a few years. I felt that this hot wife life my husband wanted me to take part in could be my chance to experience my fantasy. Well, on my first time, I was introduced to my husband's co-worker. My husband is a truck driver, and truth be told, most of his friends were rather large. I wasn't sure about whether that guy should be my first black experience as a married woman. I had the idea that he'd be fat. On a late afternoon, we sort of made a date out of it. We invited him over for a meal at our place. I was the good housewife, cooking a great meal for all three of us. I had gotten the house set rather nicely. When he walked into the house, I was surprised to see that he towered over my husband. He was a strong, large (maybe 6'5''), and a very dark black man. He wasn't as built as I like them now, but the color contrast really got to me. He instantly took my hand and said, "So this is the beauty that (my husband's name) has been talking about." It had been almost a week since my husband told me he had identified a black guy he was sure I would like. I was instantly excited, yet nervous. I was wondering what my husband was thinking as he watched me study his friend. Think about it! A large black man, tall as your house, grabbing the hand of your wife, knowing he is going to pleasure her more than you have ever have. I seldom even looked at my husband that entire night. I just knew he was there, watching his friend seduce me. Well, after our meal, we had a quick conversation, including my husband talking about the whole 'myth' that black men are hung like horses (I had always known that). My husband's co-worker wasn't my first sexual encounter with a black guy. Heck, my second boyfriend in high school was a black guy on the high school basketball team. And yes!!!! He was hung as well. But as soon as the 6'5'' black man standing before me began undressing me, I could tell he would probably be the biggest I'd ever had. The night was like being in heaven. I always dreamed about having sex with black guys, even after I had gotten married. I just never really thought it would happen again. Well, those dreams, and thanks to my average-endowed husband wanting me to be his hot wife, left me happily enjoying sex with the largest black man I had ever seen. He was really hung (he said it was ten-inches, but it really looked longer than that). The girth, length, color contrast that dark black men have is one thing. But the amazing gift they have for pleasuring a woman is something else. He introduced me to new positions that I don't think my husband had even dreamed of. I was carried from one place to another, like a blanket in his arms. Whether slow, or like I said to him... a 'jackhammer,' I came more that day than from a year's worth of sex with my husband. With those memories, and all the memories since, I enthusiastically recommend white women having sex with black men. Black men are gifts from heaven, for us white gals to enjoy as well. White women, any other women for that matter, should enjoy the pleasures of making love, and being fucked by black men. I'm won't say that all black men are gifted, but if you pick the muscular, well-built, dark black guys, you will experience the best sex of your life. My husband and I have been married since I turned 18 years old (I am 25 now). He and I still have lots of sex together. But I've probably had over fifty black men since my husband invited me to be his hot wife, three years ago, and I am just starting. I encourage white gals should have sex with a black guy as often as possible. I introduced my two sisters to the pleasures of interracial sex. Once you have experienced it, you will want to share with your female friends the knowledge that black men are amazing in bed. Introduce them to the pleasure of sex with a black lover, and they will be happier than ever. I think all white women should at least occasionally have sex with black men. We should all be thankful for receptive black guys, because interracial sex is totally beautiful.	4
101,677	A New (Younger) Black Stud for Carol	Hi Joan, I hope you'll find this account of a recent event in my life both interesting and stimulating. My husband and I flipped a coin over who should write about it, and I obviously won the honor. But Allen is really responsible for what happened, at least up to a point. We had ordered a new sofa for our living room, our male dog having peed on the old one a few times while we were out. It was finally delivered last Tuesday morning. At the time, Allen happened to be working at home, and I was out shopping. The delivery guy was an incredibly handsome (and big) black stud in his twenties. He has a fantastic body, and Allen said that right away he knew this guy was just too perfect an alpha male specimen to let him get away. He knew he just had to watch this young black stud fucking me, so he engaged the guy in conversation. He told him that he was a professional photographer and offered him $300 if he would pose for some nude photographs on our pool deck. The guy was very suspicious at first and told us later he thought my husband was gay. But he needed the money, so he went out by the pool and took off his clothes. That's when I arrived back at the house from grocery shopping. You can imagine my surprise when I looked out the kitchen window and saw this gorgeous black hunk standing naked by the side of our pool. He was talking to Allen, and I hadn't quite put two and two together, so I went out to the pool to see what was going on... and to get a closer look. "Hi baby, you're just in time to meet Darren," my husband greeted me. "Hi Darren," I smiled, beginning to get the picture. I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was such a hunk, with an even nicer sculpted body than my black boyfriend Lee, and with an equally big cock. I went back inside and quickly put on a thong bikini, the sexiest one I own, and returned to the pool. I walked slowly over to Darren, who was still standing naked by the side of the pool, and stood facing him. "Do you think Darren and I look sexy together, honey?" I teased my husband. "You look fantastic together, baby," he replied. "I think black guys and white girls were meant for each other." Darren was staring at my big breasts, and I unfastened the top of my bikini and let it fall so he could see them better. From what was happening to his cock, he obviously liked what he was seeing. His cock was starting to get really big and hard. I undid the bottom half of my bikini and let it fall to my feet, so I stood completely nude in front of the young stud. Again, I could tell Darren liked what he saw as I stood facing him. I slowly moved closer to him. Finally, I just put my arms around his neck... and standing on tiptoe... I kissed him and pressed my shaved pussy against his erection. We stood kissing like that for a full minute, the two of us completely naked. I was glad we have tall fences around our pool area. I took both of Darren's big hands and placed them on my breasts while I reached down and held his erection. "You've got a beautiful cock, Darren," I whispered in his ear, squeezing his rock-hard shaft as he squeezed my breasts. "I'd love to suck it for you, baby... will you let me?" It was time to let him know why he was here, and it wasn't to pose as a male model, although he would have made a good one. If Darren had been white, he might have been a little embarrassed or nervous, but there was no sign of that with Darren. He simply looked down at my husband to measure his reaction. It was my husband who seemed a little nervous. However, my husband promptly said, "Yes, it's OK, Darren, she means it. My wife wants you to fuck her. The photos can wait until later." At that point, Darren seemed to understand what was going on. He smiled as I knelt in front of him, holding his big erection with both hands. A little precum had oozed out onto the tip of his cock as I took it between my lips, ran my tongue over it, and started to suck. I love sucking a big black cock, and his was at least 9-inches long and... THICK! His semen tasted sweet on my tongue, and he let out a low moan of pleasure as I teased the tip of his erection with my lips. Then I took his entire shaft in my mouth and deep-throated him, letting him literally fuck my throat like it was a warm wet pussy. My husband laid out a big mat for us on the deck, and motioned for us to move over to it. We began sharing oral sex on the towel in a classic 69 position with me on top. It must have looked very sexy, because I noticed Allen sporting an erection himself as he came over to watch the action up close. He had his cock out of his pants and was beginning to jerk himself off just as I felt my first orgasm beginning to build from all the attention my clit was getting from Darren's tongue. For a young guy, he was very experienced... and had me squirming and writhing with pleasure. At the deep end of the pool, we have a Jacuzzi, and outside the screening, we have planted night-blooming Jasmine which has grown tall enough and thick enough to give complete privacy from our closest neighbors. Darren was very good with his tongue, and he brought me to a major orgasm within a few minutes. Then I asked him to fuck me. I got on my hands and knees for him. My husband was sitting right behind me, and he said he never saw anything as sexy as my bubble butt sticking up in the air, my half-open labia and swollen clit in full view, and this big muscular black stud kneeling behind me, lining up his huge black cock at my pussy entrance, and then slowly inserting all 9-inches of it deep inside my cunt. Darren stretched my cunt with that big cock for a full twenty minutes of non-stop fucking on the mat, and brought me to another loud orgasm during which I lost all control and just yelled out, "Oh God, yeah, fuck me Darren... fuck me!" All I could think of was how sensational his big cock felt inside me. I wanted to feel him cum inside me, to feel his warm ejaculation deep in my cunt. I began pleading for him to, "Please cum for me, baby." The big guy didn't disappoint me. After several more minutes of intense pounding, he finally ejaculated inside me with loud grunts and groans of pleasure. I was as hot at that moment as I've ever been, feeling his big black cock spurting load after load of warm jizz deep in my married cunt. At one point, I think I fantasized getting pregnant by him. I told Allen about that later, and he said it would be a huge turn-on for him if Darren knocked me up. It's the same fantasy we've had with Lee. I think my husband and I both actually want some big, handsome black hunk to get me pregnant with his baby. It's a very erotic fantasy we both share. Actually, I maintain a dedicated birth control regimen, so pregnancy is highly unlikely. I became suddenly aware of how my voice could have been heard by neighbors. I quickly got up and suggested we all go back inside the house. We went into our bedroom, and Allen went down on me, licking Darren's big load of cum from my well-fucked pussy. Then he entered me and fucked me with his much smaller cock. I could hardly feel him inside me, Darren had stretched me so much. I have discovered that there is no greater homage a white woman can pay to a black man, no greater ritualistic offering, than letting him fuck her anally... especially if it's done in full view of her husband. Darren was soon the willing recipient of that pleasure. Allen and I rolled over, and Darren approached me from behind. Soon I had my tight asshole wrapped snugly around his big cock, in the doggy position, while my husband lay underneath me and fucked my pussy at the same time. Allen ejaculated in me fairly quickly, while Darren took longer. Eventually, he was ready to cum, and this time he pulled out of my asshole and as I rolled over, he ejaculated on my stomach and breasts. Darren lives near us, and we plan to get together again soon. I am very turned-on to this young black stud. But from now on, we'll meet at a local motel, as we don't want anyone dropping in to find me showing how much I like to fuck black guys. XXX Carol On 10/23/06 Carol wrote... Darren was back over the weekend, and we took him to dinner Saturday night and then checked into a motel. The most interesting thing for me, Joan, is how much I wanted him to fuck me anally. I think I'm becoming addicted to taking black cock up my ass. Love, Carol Then on 10/26/06 Carol again wrote... Hi Joan, About seeing Darren again: I really needed his cock in me, Joan, and I wanted to feel him up my ass as much as my pussy. I would never let guys (including my own husband) fuck me that way before Lee. I wanted to do it for Darren too, because I know how much black guys like it, and I wanted to give him pleasure. I am naturally submissive anyway, but I have discovered I am especially so with big, aggressive and dominant black men. I found it incredibly erotic and exciting the first time I took Lee's big cock up my ass in front of my husband.I also began letting my husband and Lee DP me, always with Lee (who has the bigger cock) in my ass, which is how I wanted it. But it wasn't until Clearwater that I had the ultimate pleasure of getting DPed by two big, well-hung black guys. It was an extremely exciting combination of pain mixed with exquisite pleasure, with the pain gradually subsiding and pleasure taking over. My husband loves that I am becoming such a complete slut for black men, totally submissive, and willing to do anything that gives them pleasure. He spent most of the night jerking off and taking photos of us. But eventually, after Darren came in me twice, Allen joined us. I enjoyed having him service my clit with his tongue and make me cum while he tasted Darren's two big cream pies leaking out of me.	5
101,738	My Best Man Screwed My New Wife	He was the best man at our wedding, and he was, of course, my best friend. We lived in Southern California, but we were married in Reno, Nevada. At the wedding, there were mostly family, with a couple of friends. Because most of our friends couldn't attend, we held the reception a week later in Southern California. After the reception ended, my new wife of one week, myself, my best friend/best man, and my wife's sister decided to go back to our apartment to continue the party. We were having a great time laughing and drinking when someone suggested playing cards. No surprise, it quickly turned into "Let's play strip poker." We played until all four of us were naked. By that time, we were really blasted, and while I don't remember who suggested playing strip poker, I clearly remember it was my new bride who said, "This is the last hand, so, whoever gets the lowest hand for the girls will have to orally gratify the guy with the highest hand." No one objected, so the cards were dealt. My new wife had the lowest hand, and my best friend had the highest. He sat down on the couch. She crawled between his legs and went to town. I figured I would never have a better chance to nail my sister-in-law, so I crawled over to her. I started kissing her and fondling her breasts, to which she was quite receptive. After a few minutes, I slid down to give her nether region a good licking, which she also seemed to enjoy a lot. A couple of minutes later, I realized she had stopped moaning. Looking up, I found that she had passed out cold. My wife had noticed too, and as she led my friend upstairs to our bedroom, she remarked, "That's too bad, sweetheart." For the next 45 minutes, I sat downstairs and got to listen to them going at it. After they had finished, my buddy came back downstairs. I was so horny I ran upstairs, only to find my wife passed out, legs spread wide, and my buddy's love juice leaking from her freshly nailed flower. That should have been the end to this story, but it's not. I had to work the next day, so while the three of them slept off the prior night's party, I was up and gone. I found out that after I had left, my buddy went back upstairs, crawled into bed with my wife, and they went for rounds 2 and 3, after which he left and gave my sister-in-law a ride home. He told me that they had some fun at her place. She swears nothing happened. It turns out that my wife is very uninhibited when it comes to sex, and she has had many similar exploits with a few of my other friends.	3
101,770	His Fiancée Fulfills His MFM Fantasy	His Fiancée Fulfills His MFM Fantasy Dear Joan, Actually, no, I don't have your directory. I just happened to stumble across your stories by accident. I would love to receive it. My first story involves my fiancée and myself. We've been going together for about seven years and will, most likely, become married next summer. About two years into the relationship, I got hooked up to the internet and, given my prurient nature, I began to access some of the sex links via alt.sexstories.newsgroups. I found myself most interested in stories which involved threesome sex and, in particular, ones with MFM situations. I thought long and hard about the aspects of actually doing something like that, involving the person that I love, as opposed to fantasizing about it. I came to the conclusion that fantasy is fine, but unless it becomes a reality, then what excitement does thinking about it really have to offer. I spoke to Karen about my desires, and she was initially taken aback. She couldn't quite comprehend that if I truly loved her, then how could I share her with another man. Wouldn't I be jealous? Wouldn't I reject her afterwards? If I wouldn't become jealous, then why not. Did I not love her enough? Was I really a homosexual who was just using this as an excuse? We both had lots of questions, but few answers. I told her I didn't really know how I would feel after we actually did something like that, and wasn't really sure why I wanted to do it in the first place. But to me the thought of her being with another man while I watched was extremely erotic. I also wanted to be watched by another man while I made love to Karen. I did know that I loved her, and if I was angry or jealous afterwards, then I had no one to blame except myself, because I was the instigator. She did caution me that once she begins making love, she does so with complete abandon, and puts her whole soul into the act of fucking. We kind of left it open, and neither one of us said much about it after our initial discussion. I decided to take action without telling her. I put an ad on the internet and received many, many responses. I narrowed my search down to one man. He and I met for coffee one evening. We talked at length about who we were, what we did, our desires, and so forth. His name was Dave. Dave was married, but he was sure his wife would reject involvement in MFM sex. That was exactly the type of person I was looking for. Someone who was married, or in a committed relationship, because it would be far less threatening, and I wouldn't have to worry too much about him wanting Karen while I wasn't there. I enjoyed his company, and I believe he enjoyed mine. We are both all male, so there was no confusion about our sexual preferences. I told him I would speak to Karen about our meeting, and I would call him later, and we could then set out a mutually convenient time for the three of us to get together, providing Karen was agreeable. I told Karen what I had done, and asked her if she would be interested in at least meeting with him for a drink... just to see how we all got along. She said she would be agreeable to that much. I called Dave and asked if he would like to meet us for a drink at one of the local bars the next evening. He was agreeable. I also asked him if he could find a parking spot close to the bar... and I would park way down the street. That way I could ask him to give us a lift back to my car when we left. Yeah, I suppose I am a control freak in some ways, but I also like to be prepared. Before we left, I asked Karen if she wouldn't mind wearing her short skirt that I love so much... and as another favor, would she not wear her panties. She said, "ok, but it's really cold out you know, so I hope you appreciate what I'm doing." We both laughed and I said, "Yes, and I love you so much because of what you do for me and how you make me feel." She looked beautiful. Her skirt was a short navy blue wrap-around, and she had on a sheer cream-colored blouse with no bra. Her bra size is a B-cup, but has very pronounced (and very sensitive) nipples which were plainly visible under her blouse that night. That's all she wore - plus her overcoat, since it was the middle of winter. We got near the bar and, as I figured, it was pretty full... so I had to park quite far away on a dark side street. We walked to the bar and found that Dave was already there and had gotten a booth toward the back, where it was dimly lit. Karen and I sat down facing him. I introduced them and we chatted easily as if we had known each other for a much longer time. We all talked and got to know each other as best as we could with all the noise in the place. Karen's skirt, as I mentioned, was a wrap-around affair and as we talked and after the first martini took effect, I placed my hand on her thigh and began stroking the inside of her leg. Her skirt gradually began to open up so that when the waiter came by to see if we wanted another drink, he was treated to a view of her exposed leg almost up to her pussy. I looked up at him to order us another round, and I saw him looking straight down to where my hand was. He smiled and made some small talk with us. I wonder why he was so friendly?!? After he left to get our drinks, I could sense that Karen's inhibitions were slowly evaporating. I became more bold and spread her legs apart. She slouched down in her seat just a bit. The other side of her skirt opened up more so that both of her thighs were exposed, but this time her pussy was exposed as well! When the waiter came back with our drinks, Karen's legs were spread wide apart. As he leaned over to put her drink in front of her, he had a perfect view of her exposed pussy with her vaginal lips just peeking out. My heart was racing. I never looked up to see the expression on his face, but I just knew he was enjoying the sight. That excited me even more. I found Karen's clit, and began stroking it very gently. She began to moan softly. Then I also tugged gently on her labia, which I am sure caused pleasurable feelings to be felt on her clit. She was becoming very wet, and I knew she was becoming extremely aroused. Dave, meanwhile, really couldn't see what was going on since he was on the other side of the booth, but judging from the look on Karen's face and her moans, he knew that something was going on, and he was smiling at the thought. I abruptly asked them if they were ready to leave. Karen was jolted back to reality, and sat up in her seat. She tried to compose herself. I paid the bill and we got up to leave. I asked Dave where his car was. He pointed to a large truck parked right out in front. I asked him if he would mind giving us a ride back to my car since I was way down the street. We all hopped in, with Karen getting in the middle. Almost immediately I gave her a deep and passionate kiss. I started to unbutton her blouse. She protested for a few seconds, but gave up as my tongue flicked against hers. Her one hand was at her side and her other was holding onto my leg, squeezing me tightly. Her nervousness was quickly replaced with passionate excitement. Dave had to drive around the block since we had parked on a one-way street. But even then, he took the "scenic" route. His truck heated up fairly quickly, and by the time he had gotten to the first turn, Karen's blouse was completely unbuttoned. I reached around and undid one button on her skirt. Then I undid the other button in front. Her skirt was fully open. I could feel Karen's passion begin to reach the boiling point. The whole time we were making out like teenagers, and neither one of us had any idea where we were - not that we cared, because we were all horny as minks. I felt the truck slow down, and looked up to see that Dave had pulled into a spot right behind my car, and had parked, but left the engine running so we had plenty of heat. As Karen and I continued to kiss, the windows began to steam up so we were unable to see outside. But then, no one could see inside either. There was a soft glow from a nearby streetlight which gave us hazy illumination on the inside so we could all see each other pretty well. I was fondling her breasts and nipples, and she was moaning once again. I felt her adjust herself on the seat, but she was still squirming around. I reached down to feel her pussy. To my delight, I felt Dave's hand was already there, between her legs, fingering her vagina. My heart began to race again. I squeezed up against the side of the truck so we all had a little more room, and as I did so I pulled her right leg with me so that her genitals were completely exposed for Dave's roaming hand. I also helped her off with her coat and tossed it in the back seat area so the only thing she had on was her open blouse since, by then her skirt was completely off. I slipped my pants and shoes off and quietly asked her if she would suck my cock. In a second she had my cock deep in her warm mouth. It felt glorious. Dave removed his pants and I saw his circumcised cock for the first time. It was about the same size as mine. He was watching us as he was stroking his not-quite-erect penis with one hand and feeling Karen's pussy with his other hand. Karen was giving me an incredible blow job, and was twitching around as he found her pleasure button. Somehow, and I'm not sure how they orchestrated this, but Karen knelt next to me so her ass was in the air and Dave had positioned himself behind her... and had buried his face in her cunt. The inside of that truck cab was so sexually charged that I couldn't believe it. Karen then sat up and smiled at me, and then reversed her position. She began to suck on Dave's cock while she pushed her buttocks against me.Dave threw his head back in obvious pleasure. I couldn't see exactly what she was doing, but if it was anything like the way she had sucked my cock, then I knew the pleasure he was feeling right then. He tilted his steering wheel up all the way and scooted forward and spread his legs apart to give her better access to his organ. I could hear the slurping and popping sounds her mouth was making as she was sucking him, and I saw that her free hand was squeezing and playing with his balls. I wasn't doing anything but watching and listening. Dave was moaning the whole time. I knew then that I needed to be inside of Karen. I said to her, "Karen, please fuck me. Fuck me right now." She sat upright and in one fluid movement she got up and sat over me, straddling herself over my cock, and lowered herself down on my hard, upright penis. Then, in a moment, I felt the wonderful warmth and wetness of her cunt along the whole length of my cock. As near as I can remember, in about fifteen seconds, I felt a surge of incredible pleasure. I was about to cum, and when I did, it burst out of me with an amazing intensity. My orgasm felt like I had shot a cup of hot semen deep into her belly. Not several spurts, but one huge spurt of semen. It was like someone had pulled a piece of long velvet cloth out of my loins and through my penis. The pleasure I felt was so intense that I was unable to move or say anything. We stayed together quiet and still for a few minutes. Then she looked me in the eyes and said, "Well... do you want your wish? Do you want to see me fuck another man? Do you want me to fuck him now?" She was gritting her teeth as she said it, but it wasn't in anger. It was said with pure lust. "Yes," I said. With that, she moved off of me and moved over to Dave. She straddled him the same as she had straddled me. As she spread her legs over him, I saw my cum leak out of her spread pussy... onto his leg... and then over his cock and balls. In a few seconds I saw her toss her head back, and I knew at that moment he was then inside of my Karen. Then she started to fuck him. My loving Karen was fucking another man right in front of my eyes! It was incredible. It wasn't jealousy I was feeling, but an incredible desire for this special woman - my woman. I was stroking my cock as I watched them. It was still slippery from all my cum and her pussy juices, some of which was all over my balls. I rubbed it into me. I wasn't as hard as I was before, but I wasn't at all flaccid. I leaned over and put my hand underneath Karen. I felt Dave's slippery wet balls, and I felt the bottom of his cock where it joined together with Karen's pussy. I felt how wet his shaft was. It was my cum over him and over his balls. And I felt Karen's cunt raise and lower over him. As she lowered herself down on him after almost letting him slide out, and just keeping the head of his cock within her, it was almost as if her cunt devoured the shaft of his cock. She took him all into her body except for the very base of his cock. After a few minutes of playing with both of their genitals, I leaned back to enjoy the sight of them fucking. It was the ultimate experience for me, a certified voyeur. Karen turned toward me. Looking directly at me she said, "His big cock just slipped right into me because I'm still wet from all your cum, and now I'm fucking him! I'm fucking him... for you... and it feels sooo good. Do you like it? Do you like watching me fuck him? You know, don't you, that he's going to make me cum Jim. He's making me cum now! Ohh, it feels so good. So wet and so good. He's inside me so deep Jim." She turned her head back and started to buck hard over Dave while she kissed him. Then she broke their kiss and leaned back again and started to fuck him harder, almost violently and said, "Yes! Yes! Yes!. I'm cumming now. Yessssss. Oh yesssss. Oh, my Goddd." I heard Dave groan and then gasp, and I realized that he had shot his load of cum up into my Karen. Then, it became very quiet. Karen was the first to move. She turned and sat between us. She looked at me with a very sheepish look. Then she turned away and closed her eyes. I took my hand and placed it on the side of her face, and turned her head toward me. I leaned over and kissed her. She kissed me back. When we stopped, she quietly asked me if I was angry. I assured her, "I love you so much." And, I kissed her again. Instinctively, my hand dropped down between her legs and I felt her pussy. Dave's cum was seeping out, and her clit was still very sensitive. Many times, when Karen and I have made love, I found that once she experienced a climax, she is able to achieve further orgasms shortly after her first... and, quite often, one orgasm is not enough for my little sex kitten. We began to kiss again, and I started to rub her slippery clit. She responded by spreading her legs apart and sliding forward. Dave was again kissing her neck, and also had his hand on her pussy. I was rubbing her clit, and he was fingering her. She took hold of both of our cocks and began to jerk us off. Dave was pretty soft, but he was enjoying it nevertheless. He started to kiss her breasts (which she loves... and, if you take tiny bites on her nipples, it drives her wild). I told him that, and so that's just what he began to do. She responded by spreading her legs even wider for us, and by thrusting her pelvis up higher. Her grip on my cock was very tight... and, I assumed, on Dave's as well. She stopped jerking us off and was just enjoying what we were doing to her. Dave had his thumb in her pussy and was also playing with her anus. I was still rubbing her clit and I knew it wouldn't be long before she hit her next climax. Both Dave and I had a clear view of what we were doing since, by then, Karen's legs were spread quite wide apart. That only heightened the eroticism of the scene. Finally, her second orgasm overcame her. She doubled over and was writhing between us. She slowly closed her legs in order to stop the overwhelming sensations of the acute pleasure that she was receiving. Dave and I stopped and took our hands away from her genitals. She needed quiet right then, to just enjoy what had happened to her. After a while, when she came back from the plateau of ecstasy that she was on, she sat up and took a deep breath and chuckled a little. She was....speechless. When she settled back down, I asked her how she would feel about sucking my cock again, since I needed to cum again rather badly. She muttered something about maybe she could do better than that. She leaned over and took my cock into her mouth and started to suck me. After I was hard as stone, she pushed my legs apart and moved her mouth down over my balls and started sucking on them while she started to jerk me off. Now, I love it when she sucks my cock, but I just get ecstatic when she starts sucking on my balls. They are very sensitive, but, even so, I like her to suck on my scrotum... hard... just to the point where it starts getting uncomfortable (as only guys can appreciate) - which she began to do. She managed to get both my balls into her mouth and was jerking me off at the same time. I didn't even bother to look to see what Dave was doing because I was just enjoying myself so much. I think he was just watching us, but he could have been playing with her pussy too, because she was wiggling around while she was taking care of my problem. I told her I was about ready to cum, and to please not stop what she was doing. "Uuummmm mmm," she said. The heat of her mouth around my scrotum, and her small hand riding up and down my shaft was more than I could take. I came hard, but in small spurts this time. She stopped sucking my balls and watched the cum pump out of my cock, and over her hand. She then licked the cum off her hand, and put the head of my penis in her mouth. I felt a few more spurts come out after that, but she still kept sucking more out. She sucked until there was no more. Then she let me get soft in her mouth. She pulled the foreskin down so the head of my cock was completely exposed as my penis slid out of her mouth. There was a soft pop when it finally came out from between her lips. She kissed the tip of my penis and then looked up at me and smiled that special smile of hers. I was so happy that she was my woman... and that I was her man. Dave had already pulled his pants up and was getting buckled up, so I figured we'd better do the same, since it was probably time to go. Karen and I met Dave in a motel a few times after that night. The motel offered a much more comfortable setting for Karen to enjoy both of us... and for us to simultaneously enjoy her. In that relaxed setting, Karen shed all of her prior inhibitions, and gave herself up completely to the intense pleasuring we gave her. Eventually Dave moved away. Karen and I got married before he left, and he came to our wedding. The last time I was able to hold Karen in my arms as Dave fucked her really good was on the night we got back from our honeymoon. Now that Dave is gone, Karen is working with me on my internet ads as we try to find another compatible male who I hope to again share with Karen.	3
101,942	My Enjoyable Life as a Slut Wife	Hi, my name is Amy. I am 27 years old, married, 5'5" tall, 130 lbs. I have dark brown hair, a nice round ass, and large breasts. I have been married to Larry for 7 years. After the second year of our marriage, he told me I could enjoy myself sexually with whomever I wished. I took him up on it! These three stories reflect some of my adventures as a Slut Wife. Report #1 Larry and I had been married five years at the time of this particular event. We are very normal, down-to-earth people; well, at least it seemed like we were, up until we started hanging out with a certain couple. Our friends' names were Lisa and Alan, and they were great people to hang out with. Larry and Alan have known each other since they were kids, but once they grew older, they went in separate directions. Well, that all changed! Lisa and I started talking through mutual friends and realized that we had quite a bit in common, so we started going out every once in a while to a local bar. No men, and no children. Just clean "girl" fun. Well, we continued to grow closer and closer, until the time came when we were inseparable. At that point, we knew pretty much every little detail of each other's lives, including our sex lives. Well, one night all four of us were hanging out at our house, and we were all drinking. I convinced them not to attempt to drive home, to just sleep at our place. They finally gave in. But they had a small problem. Alan has a bad back and couldn't possibly sleep on the floor. We have a king-size bed, and none of us are big, so I told them to just sleep in our bed... with us. That worked out great. We all talked and laughed until we fell asleep. That became a ritual from then on. Every weekend we slept at their house, or they slept at our place... all together in one bed. Finally, one night before I fell asleep, I thought I heard an odd sound coming from my friends on the opposite side of the bed. Without saying a word, I slid over a bit and became very excited at what I was listening to. Alan was fingering Lisa, and from the sounds I was hearing, she was very wet! That was making me so turned-on that I couldn't control myself. Larry had already fallen asleep, so I started rubbing my own pussy juice all around my very hard clit. I was enjoying myself as much as Lisa was enjoying what Alan was doing to her. I couldn't control myself when I heard him going faster and faster on her clit. Soon, she started gasping, and I knew she was close to climax. So I picked up my speed as well. We ended up cumming together, and the best part was that they didn't even know I was awake. So the next morning I asked her if she had fun last night. She just looked at me with guilt all over her face. I could tell that she was very embarrassed. So I told her not to be embarrassed. To make sure that they did it again that night, I suggested that they should be a bit louder, so I don't have to strain so hard. She still didn't know what to say, so I went in and told Larry what had happened. He was mad at me for not waking him up so he could have enjoyed the show too. I promised him that if it happened again, I would be sure to let him know. That night came, we had a few drinks, and were ready for bed... maybe a little more anxious for bed than we should have been. But I really couldn't wait. I had been horny all day and could not wait to relieve myself. We went into the bedroom, turned the stereo on, shut all the lights off, and climbed into bed. We were all chatty for a while, even as my horny husband's hands were trying to ravish my pussy while we were talking. I tried to keep my legs closed until everyone started to settle down. It was very dark, and Larry and I were spooning together and facing in the direction of Alan and Lisa. We couldn't see anything. It was too dark. But we were certainly ready to start listening. Lisa and Alan were in a spooning position facing us, so Lisa's face was very close to mine, so close that I could feel her breath on me. I used that to my advantage and wrenched my head up a little so her hot breath was hitting right on my neck. What a frigin turn-on that was. Larry and I laid there in silence so Alan would think that we were sleeping, and they would get started. Next thing I knew, Lisa's breath was coming faster and faster, but I couldn't hear anything. I was getting very excited once again. Larry picked up on it immediately and quickly shoved his hands back down my pants. I was extremely wet. What did he expect? I had been horny for about 24 hours by then. All of a sudden, Lisa let out a yelp, and we could feel the bed just rocking back and forth. Alan was whispering in her ear, "Ya baby; you like it like that? You like it when I fuck you, don't ya baby?" He apparently thought we were heavy sleepers, or he didn't really care if we heard them or not. Their pace started to pick up quite a bit, and Lisa's hot breath and lips kept brushing up on my neck every time he thrust into her from behind. I turned my head slightly so that her breath and lips brushed on mine. Our nipples kept rubbing together as well. I had only been with one other woman before, but never like that. In fact, I have never thought of Lisa in that way, but I was getting more turned-on than ever!! Finally, I reached behind me, grabbed Larry's cock, and started stroking it. I wanted him so badly. He took the hint and just started to grind it into the back of me. Between his fingers manipulating my clit and his very hard cock grinding me, I was ready to cum! I helped him slip my panties down in the back, arched my back, and helped him shove his hard cock right into my cunt! Oh God, I was so frigin horny! I whispered to Larry to "Fuck me... and fuck me hard!!" He knew that I meant business. Lisa was getting the shit fucked out of her, right in front of us. We kept bumping and rubbing together. It was very erotic. I whispered in her ear and told her that when she was ready to cum, to be very vocal about it. And she was!!! The next weekend couldn't have come soon enough. We sat up for a while having a few drinks. I was sure to drink my old favorite... coffee brandy and milk, it makes me feel pretty "loose" well, maybe that isn't a good descriptive word, well, ya, maybe it is! Lol Well, we all went to bed again. We were laughing, playing, doing some heavy breathing, and just having fun. Next thing I knew we were all getting naked. It was dark, but if I let my eyes adjust to the darkness, I could see their silhouettes from the moonlight coming in the window a bit. Lisa and I were scrunched up against each other while our men were on top of us. We were so hot that we were all pretty sweaty, but in a good way. All of a sudden, I felt Larry's tongue start flicking my clit. Oh My God!!! I knew it wouldn't take long now! I was moaning in pleasure, and he kept at it. I could tell that Lisa was enjoying listening to me, because she was being sure to keep her head right by mine so we could look into each other's eyes, and at the same time whisper to each other and hear our moaning, groaning, panting, and whimpering with pleasure! Then right at the peak of my pleasure, Larry STOPPED licking me. He moved up and shoved his cock right into my very wet, very swollen pussy. I was mad at first, because I was on the verge of an orgasm. And I do believe Lisa was too, because we both stopped very suddenly. It was like she could feel what I was feeling. But then I was really getting into the good fucking that Larry was giving me. Then once again he stopped suddenly. Lisa and I were so frigin worked up at that point. Larry certainly knew what he was doing. Then I felt his tongue action once again. Well, let me tell you, I had the most intense orgasm of my life. It was amazing! Lisa couldn't believe it. Alan doesn't do stuff like that for her. He seems to be more concerned with himself than trying to make it more pleasurable for her, so we were certainly glad to help her out in that department. I really would have liked to given to Alan a kick out of the bed... and for Larry, Lisa and I to have an awesome threesome. She would never go back to Alan once she felt Larry's tongue in her pussy. He believes he is there for one reason, to please me. He is the absolute best! Of course, I have had my own little fantasies about Lisa myself. But that is a whole other story! That was just one weekend out of our six-month adventure. Amy Report #2 As the weekends went by, our four-way nighttime adventures were heating up with each one. I have one particular weekend in mind that I want to tell you about. Lisa and Alan were having problems with their A/C, so they stayed with us for the long July 4th break. To say the least, we were more than happy to oblige. Larry and I walked around horny 24 hours a day, seven days a week. We both work full time, but I swear we were having sex at least once a day, and many more times at night with our friends. With each passing night, we all became a bit braver.It seemed very hot in my room that particular night. I wonder why? We were all very turned-on at the fact that we were getting ready to watch a porno movie together. I remember Lisa telling me that it was her favorite one. Well, as the movie went on like most pornos do, with men getting head and women getting fucked for hours on end, with no real storyline to follow, I was surprised to see that this one did actually have a storyline, which intrigued me even more. It was the first one that I have seen with one. While the movie was playing, so were all of us. But we were sure to stay under the covers, because Lisa and I were not yet ready to be fully exposed to each other, and the TV was giving off too much light. The flick was basically about a couple that gets together and has great sex, and then the man asks her if she would fuck another woman for him. The girl replied that she would be interested in trying that. So as the movie was getting close to the end, the man invites his girlfriend to his cottage for the weekend. She was in for a big surprise when she got there though. There were two other couples waiting for her inside. The women started right in kissing the girl's neck, caressing her breasts, and just turning her on in every way possible. Well, of course I was getting turned-on too, but my biggest surprise was the fact that apparently so was Lisa, and for reasons that completely shocked me. The TV is in the corner of our room, so the four of us were all lying in the same position. Alan was on one end closest to the TV, Lisa was behind him, I was behind Lisa, and Larry was behind me. Well, I had my arm under Chrissie's pillow and mine. The next thing I knew, Lisa was rubbing my hand ever so gently. I found it strangely erotic, but I was kind of curious as to why she was doing that... maybe she thought that it was Larry or Alan's hand, I just wasn't sure, so I didn't say a word. In the meantime, the porno movie was really heating up, the other women were treating the lady like a queen, and they made sure that she was in complete bliss. In one particular part of the movie, two of the women were just staring into each other's eyes, like they had feelings for each other, and then they slowly began to kiss. It was very erotic to me in more ways than one. Just the fact that they made the audience actually feel the genuine love that those women had for each other was quite a turn-on for me. All of a sudden, I felt Lisa wiggling around a bit and realizing that she was trying to press her backside up to me even closer than we already were, while at the same time, massaging my whole arm. You don't know how badly I wanted her right then and there. Lisa is a very attractive woman, with very ample breasts, which Larry and I joke about with her quite often. Nevertheless, there I was just lying there wanting to do so much to her, but I couldn't. I was stuck right there in my spot. The four of us had discussed earlier on that the only way that we could keep our relationship going is if we had boundaries that we never cross. Of course we were all really talking about lines between Lisa and my husband, Larry... and Alan and I. Who would have ever thought that they would have to worry about Lisa and me together? Ummmm. Well, I took advantage of the situation, of what Lisa was doing to me, and decided to play along. Besides, as far as I knew it was all in fun anyway. She had no interest in women what so ever, or at least that was the impression I had been under since I had known her. I decided to put my left arm under the blanket, proclaiming that I was cold. So when I did, I brought it to rest on her left hip. It was still dim enough that the men couldn't tell where my arm was under the blanket. I may have scared her for a minute, because she paused all her movements momentarily. I didn't want the men to suspect anything from all the movements, so I blurted out, "Oh, I am having a hard time getting comfortable. Oops, I am sorry Lisa. Did I just hit your butt?" She replied back, "Oh no, Amy you are fine. Don't worry about a thing!" That was enough to explain away any misunderstandings that any of us may have had. So with my hand still resting on her hip, I started moving it slowly down her thigh, and then back up around her round little ass. I couldn't believe I was doing that. I had only touched another woman once before, but I certainly liked what I was doing. I could feel her pressing up against my hand, and it felt so awesome to me because she was wearing her silk pajama bottoms, so my hand was just gliding along smoothly. I was moving ever so slowly, trying to savor every inch of her body that I was touching. My head was right next to hers, and I could tell that she had turned hers a little so my breathing was aimed more toward her ear, which was fine with me, because that gave me a very nice view of her chest as it heaved with each breath. Then I got a little braver. I started letting my hand glide toward the front of her thigh instead of behind. I rubbed her leg all the way up to her over-heated, dripping wet, pussy. I lingered there for a moment, and then went back down. I still didn't know how far she wanted to go with this, so I continued to "innocently" fondle her... until I felt her hand push mine right out of that area. She just held it behind her for a moment. It scared me. I thought for sure she was mad at me. Then I realized at that moment that Alan was moving around, and I heard Lisa tell him, "Not now honey. I can't see the TV when you lay like that." Then he rolled back over and continued watching the movie. Well right after that I felt Lisa take my hand and place it back on her thigh, close to her pussy. Then I felt her try to part her legs a bit so my hand could move around more freely. I wanted to cum right then and there! I really wanted to yank my hand off of her and rub myself into a massive orgasm, but I knew I shouldn't do that right then. I decided to play a bit more. I brought my hand up her leg, slowly teasing her while skimming right over her love box and onto her flat stomach. I went upward, right under her breasts. Oh how I wanted to take one into my hand and caress it, and lick her nipples. I wanted to see if her nipples were hard without coming out and actually grabbing them. So I pretended to cough. As I did, I brought my hand up over the top of her breasts to my mouth, and then slowly back down, kind of dragging my hand a bit too low. Well, BINGO! I made contact with her left tit. Her nipple couldn't have stuck out anymore even if she was standing outside naked in the middle of winter in Alaska! I rubbed my thumb on it for a second before I headed back for more thighs. We continued that sort of flirting until the movie was over. I knew she enjoyed it, but I wasn't too sure if she would ever be brave enough to reciprocate. Well, I was about to find out! The movie was over, and the four of us were extremely horny of course. Lisa and I were probably hornier than the men at that moment. I rolled over to face Larry. I started kissing him and rubbing his hard cock at the same time. Well, after what I had just been through, I decided that Larry deserved an A+ blowjob, so down I went. The TV was off by then, so there was no light at all to show his massive hard-on disappearing into my mouth repeatedly until he came. I was sure not going to spill a drop! Down the hatch it went. Mmmmmm, I just love the taste of his manhood. Well apparently he wanted to return the favor by going down on me, to which I was certainly not going to object. In the time that I was down on Larry, Lisa and Alan had rolled over to face us. But because of the darkness, I couldn't tell exactly where they were positioned, or what exactly they were doing. Quickly I realized that they were fucking doggy-style, and Lisa's head was right over my breasts. I don't think that she even knew where she was. It just happened to be where Alan decided to shove his cock inside of her. Alan was obviously fucking her very hard, because she kept losing her balance, and I would feel her hand trying to keep herself lifted up enough so she wasn't lying right on top of me. I could feel her hair falling on my chest and slapping me in the face. So I decided to reach up and hold her hair for her. Well, when I did that, it must have made her realize where exactly she was... because with Alan's next thrust, I felt her arm give, and her face came right onto my chest with her tongue touching every piece of skin it could. Oh My God, I thought I was going to die right there! At that point, Larry had me almost at orgasm, so I was panting quite loudly, which gave Lisa direction to my mouth. The next thing I knew her face was right above mine, and I then felt her tongue enter my mouth. I began to kiss her back, still not believing what was happening to us. The kiss only lasted seconds, but it seemed like an eternity to me. I exploded in a massive orgasm immediately after the kiss, and not surprisingly, so did Lisa. The next morning came and the guys got up to go to Alan' house to see if they could fix the A/C, while Lisa and I lay in bed a bit longer than we should have. I think that we both felt a little awkward due to the events of the night before. Finally, I said, "Boy, what a great night's sleep I got." Lisa just looked at me and said, "Really? Was it because you had such great sex before you went to sleep?" I was like, "Absolutely! It was the best sex that I have ever had!!" We just laid there and stared into each other's eyes for a minute or so. Then she said, "Me too. But it would have been better if we were all alone, don't you think?" I said, "Yes, I suppose that could have been very interesting."But I liked the feeling of being sneaky, and trying not to get caught... you know?" Then Lisa slid her hand under the blankets and right onto my upper thigh. I just gasped. Then she whispered, "The guys could come home and walk in on us any minute. Does that turn you on?" I managed to mutter the words, "Oh yes, that really turns me on, Lisa." Then she just kept rubbing my thigh, and every once in a while she would "accidentally" brush up against my open pussy lips. I was extremely horny at that point. She kept doing that to me for a while when suddenly she told me that she gets very horny listening to me have an orgasm, and that I should masturbate for her while she touches my leg. I couldn't even believe what I was hearing! I got a bit nervous and said, "No, Lisa, we shouldn't do this. It could turn out very bad." As I said those words, her hand cupped right over my shaved pussy, and she started rubbing, while saying, "How can it turn out bad, when it feels so damn good?" Then she moved her hand back to my thigh and continued rubbing there. I couldn't help myself at that point. I stuck my hand inside my pajama pants and started getting my fingers wet with my own juices. Lisa was pressed up against me, grinding me, while caressing my leg and breathing in my ear. I started panting wildly, then moaning, while Lisa was begging me to cum for her. I started to scream, "Oh yes, Lisa, I am cumming. I am cumming for you Lisa!!!" We lay there for a while in silence, and then she said that we'd better get our showers done before the guys get back. She got up and went into the bathroom. I just lay there, spent, and confused. I didn't know what I should do, or even how I felt for that matter. Next thing I knew the guys were home, and we were all just going through the regular motions of the day. Lisa and I didn't get a chance to talk about what had happened that morning, so we were both left with our own thoughts and memories, until the next time. And I knew there would definitely be a next time!! Amy Report #3 All four of us kept up our weekend escapades, trying to convince ourselves that we would never take it any further than any of us could handle... thereby staying faithful to our individual spouses. Of course I knew that this did not apply to me because Larry had given me my sexual freedom years before. Unfortunately, that was not the case with Lisa. Well, somewhere down the line, things took a terrible turn for the worse. Unfortunately, the worse the sin, the more exciting and fun it is at the time. One night I had to go to a nearby town to deliver some products that another lady had ordered from me. (Every once in a while I throw a naughty toy party or a lingerie party for my friends and me). Her town was about an hour away from me, so I always invite Lisa to come with me for the ride. It makes the ride go by much faster, and it gives Lisa and me a chance to catch up and just have girl talk. No men, no kids. It is great; we can talk about sex openly if we choose to, which we usually do. The one thing I am a little weird about is the fact that I seem to talk more openly about anything if it is dark. So our little trips are always at night. Lisa knew all about Larry giving me my sexual freedom years before, and I had told her of some of my sexual adventures with other guys. I had, in fact, at one time introduced her to Kevin (a black lover of mine). She so wished that Alan would let her have the freedom that I had. Nevertheless, sadly she permitted herself to have sex outside of her marriage just the same. I always felt that was sad. Well, that one night it was a bit yucky outside, and I was getting nervous about the North Texas roads turning to ice. Larry was out of town for the week, so I asked Kevin if he would drive us. He readily agreed. He seemed to have no fear about driving in the winter... just the opposite of me! I didn't tell Lisa that Kevin was coming. It was a last minute decision, and I really never gave it a second thought. So we pulled up to her house, she came out and was surprised to see Kevin's truck. Nevertheless, she jumped right in. We all fit nicely in the front seat. The back seat of his truck is just as big, except maybe it has a little less legroom. She seemed a little surprised by Kevin being with us on the trip, but she handled it very well. She knew my feelings on winter driving. So we all chit-chatted for a while, and everything seemed to be going very well. I was sitting in the middle, so my left hand was rubbing Kevin's thigh and brushing up against his big bulge in his pants. The bulge seemed to grow very nicely after a while. At the same time, I kept brushing my arm up against Lisa's tits. I could tell by the feel of them that her nipples were getting hard once again. It was very dark in the truck, so "touching and feeling" was the only way to "see" anything. Then I decided to take the conversation toward sex (my favorite subject with my two favorite people). Finally, I got brave enough to let my right hand slide into Lisa's lap, and let it just sit there for a moment, waiting for some sort of response from her. Nothing. Then she started leaning toward me every time she talked, which made my hand slip onto her inner thigh every time she did that. Yes, as I am sure you all are saying, I am slow! Even so, I do like to take things slow at times. Finally, we reached our destination. Lisa and I took the stuff in, said our good-byes to our friend, and started back to the truck. She stopped me in the walkway and said, "Amy do you know how horny I am?" I was like, "Yes, I kind of thought that you might be. Kevin is pretty worked up too." Then to my surprise Lisa informed me that I had better step it up a notch, or she was going to masturbate right there in the truck! I couldn't believe my ears!! So, I took that to mean that everything goes! I figured she wanted to have sex with both of us. We climbed back up into the truck and told Kevin that we were ready to roll. So as we took off, I turned the radio on, but kept it kind of low. I started to undo Kevin's jeans as I was rubbing his big black cock like a mad woman. At last I got his cock out, leaned over, and started licking it up and down. He started to protest a little, because he said it wasn't fair to Lisa. I lifted my head long enough to say, "Trust me, Lisa is just fine," then I put my head down and went back to work on his huge cock. I was just kind of leaned over. My butt was still pretty much in the seat, which wasn't very comfortable, but I didn't want to move because Lisa had her hand between my legs rubbing my wet pussy, while her other hand was trying to free my tits from clothing, so she could suck on one. I think she could tell that I was not very comfortable because she tapped my leg a little, and whispered for me to get up on my knees. I quickly agreed and got in position. That was much better for me.... except for the fact that I could tell that my jeans had already been undone and now my ass was up in the air. If Lisa turned her head, she would be staring at it. I realized afterward that that was her plan. As I gave Kevin the blowjob of a lifetime, I could feel hands on my back and ass, slowly sliding down to my pussy, then back up again. It was driving me crazy. I was so horny!! Then I felt Lisa tugging at my jeans. She pulled them down over my hips. I couldn't even tell if I still had panties on or not. Next thing I knew I felt her hand rubbing my pussy. I was dripping wet. She slipped a finger right into me. She slowly pulled it back out. Then I heard her say, "Mmmmmmmm, you taste so good. I need more." Well, that did it for Kevin. He blew his load right in my mouth... stronger and longer than ever before. I couldn't believe it. I made sure that there was no mess in his lap. As I picked up my head I noticed that he had pulled over onto a side road, so he could sit back and enjoy his release a bit. I didn't want to change my position yet, so I just went up and started kissing him. He was all over me. He wanted me to sit in his lap right then and there. I told him to wait a minute as I continued to kiss and tease him. All of a sudden, I felt Lisa's hands on my hips and her tongue licking me everywhere. Finally, I could tell she was working her way down my ass crack to finally connect with my pussy. She was teasing me. I couldn't take much more without cumming. Then she stopped and told me to sit up. I was like, no way! She said that she wanted Kevin to enjoy my first orgasm (by her) just as much as I would enjoy it. So I turned and sat on the seat, finished kicking my pants off, and spread my legs. Lisa sat on the floor and moved her head in order to have another taste of my juices. I saw her right hand slide over to Kevin's lap. She wanted to feel for herself just how big he was, and compare it to everything I had told her. I knew that she wouldn't be disappointed. Well, it certainly did not take long to get Kevin's cock standing to attention once again... which I thought would be impossible after that massive orgasm he had just had. As she stroked his cock with her hand, she was slowly licking my pussy with her tongue. It was so frigin erotic I couldn't hold back much longer. I wanted to savor that moment forever. She then started flicking my clit with her tongue, and then slide it back down to my hole to suck up all the new juices. She went back and forth, and she was driving me crazy. I finally put my hands on the back of her head and shoved her face right into my wet swollen pussy. I needed to be tongued hard! Oh yes, she was going nuts on my clit. Then she slipped a finger from her left hand into my hole as she bit the tip of my clit just a little. Oh My God!!! I was cumming!!!Oh Lisa, lick it! Oh yes! Yes!! She went straight for my hole and kept lapping at it like a puppy dog. She didn't want to miss a drop of my cum. As I finished cumming, she cleaned me up with her tongue, and then came up to put her lips to mine. She started kissing me like I have never been kissed before - so gentle, yet very passionate. The taste of her saliva mixed with my cum was driving me nuts. I just hugged her and told her that I loved her. She told me she loved me too, and then we were interrupted by Kevin. He said, "I am sorry Lisa, but you started something that Amy needs to finish!" So, I climbed up on his rock-hard cock and slowly lowered myself until it was all the way in, and I was sitting flat on his lap. My face was right in front of his, and my lips were still wet from where Lisa had just been. He looked at me and smiled. Then he asked me if I had enjoyed what she had done to me. I just looked him in the eye and responded with, "Isn't it obvious?" Then he asked me if it was okay if he touched her. I was like, "Touch her... hell, you're going to fuck her!" Just as I finished saying that, he came in me. I could feel our juices mixing together as I moved up and down on his rod. Then I looked over at Lisa, who was looking a bit lonely as she rubbed her own pussy. I said to her, "When I lift my ass off of Kevin, I want you to get right up there and clean him up! I don't want a mess in here. Do you understand me?" She nodded excitedly. I had known from previous conversations that she has always wanted someone to sort of tell her what to do during sex, but Alan never would. Like I said before, he was never really in it for her anyway. So, I slowly slipped up and off of his cock, enjoying the slurping sounds. Our wetness ran out of me as I was doing that, and then just as I had ordered her, Lisa climbed right up and started licking and tonguing Kevin's balls. Then she moved to his semi-soft cock to clean him up... like a good bitch. As she was leaning over him, she was on her knees like I had been a few moments before. So I knelt behind her and smacked her bare ass. "I said to clean him up. Now do it!" She then began to suck on his cock wildly. I couldn't believe it. So I slipped my finger into her pussy. Wow was she ever wet! So I slapped her ass again and said to her, "How dare you be this wet. What are you... some little slut? Answer me!" Smack! I did it again. Her ass was turning a light shade of red. I was not hitting her hard enough to hurt, just enough to drive her crazy with pleasure. She then picked her head up and panted, "Yes, I am a slut. I am a slut. Hit me again." I told her to get back to work. I had never "played" like that before, and I have to admit that it was kind of erotic. So I decided to pleasure her some more. I kept sliding my fingers up and down her pussy. She was so wet I couldn't even believe it. I slipped three fingers in and out of her pussy; slowly at first and then I picked up speed as I noticed her picking up speed on Kevin. I brought my fingers up to my lips and sucked them clean. She tasted quite good. I never thought that a woman could taste so perfect. Kevin saw me do that, and I think that it may have put him over the edge. So I slapped her ass again and said, "Make him cum, bitch. C'mon slut, what are you waiting for?" Just then Kevin shoved his cock deep inside her throat. I could tell he was cumming. Lisa began to gag a little, and let some cum spill out of her mouth. She sat up and said, "I am sorry. I have never sucked on a cock so big before. I couldn't keep all of his cum in my mouth." I said, "Shut up bitch. Look at the mess you made. I was going to let you fuck Kevin, but now you will have to wait. Do you understand me?" SMACK! I had to do it harder that time to teach her a lesson. I told Kevin to lay down flat on the seat. We slipped his pants all the way off, and then Lisa just looked at me. "Lisa, do you remember me telling you how well Kevin eats pussy? I told you, right? Well, he is going to show you right now." So, like a good bitch she climbed up and straddled Kevin's face. Then I climbed up and straddled his cock. Once again he surprised me by how quickly he got hard again. I could tell that Kevin wasted no time in getting a taste of Lisa's pussy juice. So I slid his cock into me and slowly began to ride him. I didn't want to move too much, because I wasn't sure how many more times the poor guy was going to be able to get it up, and I wanted at least one saved for Lisa. I heard her moaning. I could tell that she loved Kevin's tongue action. I don't think that she had ever enjoyed it that much before. However, then again, she had never had Kevin before. Lisa was throwing her head back in ecstasy, which, in turn made her chest heave. I took her bra off and started fondling her beautiful tits. I leaned over and put one in my mouth, and began sucking on it ever so gently. I could hear her panting and whispering, "Yes, yes. I like that, Amy." So I kept licking and sucking, back and forth from one tit to another. Then she pulled my head up and started kissing me again, very passionately and wildly. Our hands were all over each other. Then I whispered in her ear, "Cum baby. Cum in Kevin's mouth for me baby!" And that was all it took. She exploded in a massive orgasm. At that moment, I could tell that Kevin wanted to cum too, but I quickly said, "No Kevin, save it for Lisa!" As soon as Lisa recovered, she and I switched places. I was on Kevin's face and Lisa was trying to put Kevin's huge cock inside of her. I leaned over to lend a hand. I stuck my finger into her pussy to feel her wetness, and to help give direction. Then I grabbed his cock and started to rub the head of it into her pussy juice. I kept slowly teasing her clit with the tip of his cock. Then I finally said, "Well slut, get ready. He is coming in for a landing, and it may cause you pain!" I positioned Kevin's cock just right, and told Lisa to slowly lower herself down. As soon as the head entered, Lisa started to whimper. I was worried that he was going to be too big, but I also knew that she needed to be fucked by a big black man that night, so we worked at it some more. "Go easy Lisa, just get used to the head for now, I will help you." I put my hands on his again-rigid cock, so she wouldn't slip too far down. I didn't want her to rip or anything. Then she began to kiss me again. That was driving me crazy, and apparently it was making her pretty excited as well. I could feel her juices running down my hand, so I lowered them just a bit and kept kissing her. I told her to start riding him a bit to see how it was feeling. She did. She let out an awesome moan, so I knew that she was ready for more. I removed one of my hands and told her to be careful. She started wiggling around, bouncing up and down easily. I wasn't sure how much more Kevin could take without cumming, so I began kissing her madly, telling her that Kevin was going to fuck her hard, and she was going to love it. I finally removed my other hand and told her to be careful, but to have fun. And boy did she!! She began to buck uncontrollably. She was going wild. Kevin was hollering, "Oh yes, she is so frigin tight! It is just like fucking a virgin!!" Lisa was screaming. I think it was half from pain and half from pleasure. I never knew how much that would excite me. Kevin was fucking my best friend, and I was ready to cum just from watching them. All of a sudden Lisa grabbed my shoulders and yelled, "I'm gonna CUM!!!" Then Kevin hollered the same thing. So I just kind of sat there on Kevin's chest (which is where I stayed from when I was helping Lisa let Kevin enter her fully), in amazement. Lisa began screaming, and Kevin was grunting, until everything became silent. I do believe Lisa was spent. As was Kevin. Then Lisa lifted herself up and back over onto the seat, and I moved over next to her so Kevin could sit up. Everyone was drained. Lisa turned her head and looked at me with her big eyes and said, "I have never in my life had a G-spot orgasm before; until now. It was the most incredible feeling I have ever felt." I looked over at Kevin. He was grinning. Quite pleased with himself I am sure. I didn't know what to do or say. I was in awe. That was better than I could have ever imagined. We all got dressed. We straightened ourselves up, and Kevin and I decided to open the doors to have a cigarette before getting back on the road. The truck smelled like sex anyway, so the fresh crisp air did it good. Well, to my surprise, Lisa asked if she could bum a cigarette off of us. That was strange because she doesn't even smoke. So I handed her one. She lit it, and then laid her head back, enjoyed the after sex smoke, and just relaxed. I just looked at Kevin in amazement. Then I said out loud, "So, I think that we need to be doing this again soon, huh?" Kevin and Lisa turned their heads and looked at me with smiles on their faces. Kevin started the truck and we headed for home. When we got to Lisa's, I walked her to her door and asked her if she was going to be all right. She said yes, that Alan was probably sleeping by then, so she could slip in and get right into the shower. She leaned over and gave me a nice good-bye kiss, and said, "Thank you my dear Amy, I love you." I told her that I loved her too, and in she went. I went back to the truck and Kevin and I headed to my home. We didn't talk a lot, being so tired and all. The last words that were said before going inside were, "So, Kevin, when ARE we going to do that again?" All I heard him utter, as he left was, "Soon, Amy, very soon!"	4
101,958	My Hubby Volunteered Me For His Friend's Pussy Trimming Training	Honestly, I don't care about shaving my pussy, one way or the other. And if you want to shave, I say go for it. But one way or the other, please... I don't particularly want whisker burn! (And that goes for men AND ladies!) Now my husband doesn't usually care either, but sometimes he's in the mood to have me be clean-shaven for him. Then he gets so picky about it that he's decided that he'd rather do the whole job himself rather than `have to clean up after me.' Needless to say, I don't mind in the least, if he is a bit obsessive about this particular task. Well, not too, too long ago, my husband's friend, Michael (name changed to protect the guilty), was over to watch some sporting event or other on TV (not my idea of a great time, but boys will be boys). I had been over at a friend's place for a few days and came home to find them in the living room, enjoying the game. They were so involved in the game they barely noticed me when I came in, and well, I decided that I should do something about that. After I put away my things, I went over behind where my husband was sitting on the sofa, put my arms around his neck, and kissed him on the ear. He was slightly surprised and turned toward me... which was perfect for the nice, slow kiss I had in mind. Now Michael has spent enough time with us to know that we like to have fun with our friends, but he had never gotten the full treatment... and he was also sufficiently engrossed in the game that it took him a minute to realize that my hands had slid down my husband's chest to his lap during our kiss. After a moment, he noticed that my guy wasn't paying ANY attention to whatever the hell had just happened on TV... and once he realized that the game had lost one viewer, I think he found that he didn't have nearly as much interest in the game as he'd thought he'd had. I was in a bit of a teasing mood so, after successfully getting my husband's attention away from the TV, I just said, "Enjoy the game, boys!" and left them to stew in their own juices for a bit. When I came back into the room several minutes later, the TV volume had been lowered, and the guys were talking about sex (surprise, surprise). I puttered around in the kitchen for a while, obviously eavesdropping, and heard the conversation turn to whether they liked hairy, trimmed, or shaved beaver best. My husband gave his opinions to Michael on all three. Michael then confessed that he'd never tried shaven pussy. He'd wanted to try it with his girlfriend, but he didn't know how to approach the subject. My husband then stated... in a slightly raised voice, so I know he wanted me to hear... that Michael should probably taste shaven pussy for himself first, before making his girlfriend shave. After all, did Michael want his girlfriend to be uncomfortable growing it out if he didn't like it? Michael agreed that that would be the best way to handle the situation, but asked if my husband had any suggestions for someone who might let him try? At this, my husband got up, came into the kitchen, took my hand, and led me into the living room. He put his hands on my shoulders and told Michael, "My wife will not only let you taste her pussy, she'll let you learn to shave her too, so you can do it right for your girlfriend." (Now THAT was more like it!!!) Michael's face clearly showed that he was hoping the conversation would take just exactly that turn. My husband then handed me over to Michael and told him to bring me along to the bathroom. On the way, my husband explained to Michael that shaving a pussy is a delicate undertaking that requires a bit of preparation for his true enjoyment afterwards. He said that my pussy was a perfect example since he hadn't given it any such attention in weeks, so there would be a nice little bush to practice on. When we got to our master bathroom, he told Michael that he should take off all my clothes so that they could prepare his practice area properly, while my husband started to run a nice, hot bath in our whirlpool bathtub. Michael undressed me slowly, obviously enjoying the moment, and my husband sat patiently to watch our progress. After I was jaybird naked in front of them both, my husband told Michael that he should always check first to make sure that the area really needed shaving. At this, Michael put his hand between my thighs and told me to `open up' for him and, after I'd complied, he gently stroked my pussy thoroughly before confirming to my husband that I did, indeed, need shaving. My husband then explained to Michael that the pussy hair needs to be trimmed very short so that the razor doesn't get dull in the middle of the process. He handed Michael the clippers he uses when he has a beard, and indicated that our bed would be the best place for this procedure. Michael brought a towel from the bathroom and instructed me to lie back on it. He took his time positioning my body exactly the way he wanted (I could've pointed out that it really wasn't strictly necessary for my nipples to be pointing exactly straight up at the ceiling, but he was having such a good time...) and then sat down on the stool my husband had brought from the bathroom. Our bed is somewhat elevated... I need a step to climb in... so he had a perfect eye-level view for his task. Before he started, he asked my husband whether it would be better to comb my pussy first, to make sure there were no tangles. My husband told him there was no reason why not, and brought him my comb from the dresser. Very slowly and gently, and with my husband watching over his shoulder, Michael combed my pussy hair in a way that made me feel very well pampered. He was diligent in his work, making sure that every hair got his full attention... even instructing me to open wider so that he could work his way toward my anus. The light strokes of his fingers and the teeth of the comb were delightfully ticklish, and he had to tell me more than once, very sternly, that I had to lie still so that he could learn to take care of his girlfriend properly. My husband came up onto the bed and held my shoulders, telling me that if I couldn't behave myself, I was just going to have to let Michael practice again and again, until he got it right. "Michael is my friend and we're here to help him in any way we can. That means you'll have to do as you're told, exactly as you're told, so he can learn how to attend a pussy the right way. If he doesn't learn how to care for a pussy properly, he and his girlfriend will both have to suffer... so behave yourself and do what Michael says." After a few minutes of this delicious experience, my husband told Michael that he should move on to the clippers so that the bath didn't get cold. Michael put the comb down with obvious reluctance (we were definitely on the same page) and picked up the clippers. Before he turned them on, my husband reached over and demonstrated how to pull my (now very wet) labia taut so that the clippers could shave my pretty pussy as close as possible. Michael paid close attention, and then turned on the clippers. Mmmmmm.... he was every bit as thorough as he had been with the comb. After every stroke of the clippers, he would run his finger over the strip he'd just shaved, allowing the base of the clippers to rest very, very near my clit as he did so. The vibration of the clippers was heavenly, and the job was finished much, MUCH too soon, to suit me. I groaned when he turned the clippers off, and my husband said to Michael, "Are you going to allow her to run this show, or are you going to do it?" Michael certainly didn't want to be guilty of letting a woman tell him how to do things, so he told me to stand up and be quick about it. I wasn't very quick, and he told me that he would have to give me 10 strokes with my wooden-handled hairbrush on my ass... 5 for my `cheek' when he'd finished trimming, and 5 more for not moving quickly enough when I was told. I'm happy to report that Michael was just as diligent about correcting my misbehavior as he had been about trimming my now-swollen pussy. He put me over his knee, telling me to hold on to the edge of the bed with my breasts dangling for his viewing pleasure while my legs dangled over the other side of his lap. He was about to start when my husband ordered me to spread my legs and take my spanking like a big girl... I was causing all this trouble, and it was only right that I be punished. I spread my legs as he directed, but not wide enough... my husband came over and pulled my legs apart rather roughly so that my pussy was very much exposed for the hairbrush that was ready in Michael's hand for the first swat. Michael slowly lifted the brush up and smacked my bottom sharply, making me gasp. He then stroked my pussy lips carefully, "To make sure that all my hard work hasn't been ruined by your bad behavior," he said. Swat and stroke, swat and stroke... the full ten times. My ass and my pussy were both on fire!After several minutes, the spanking was done and my husband was reminding Michael that the bath was waiting. Michael led me to the bathtub and helped me get into the still very warm water. My husband then explained to Michael that it was very important for my pussy to be thoroughly hydrated before using the razor, and that the best way was for me to soak in a nice, warm bath. I also needed to be scrupulously clean, and Michael should consider getting into the tub with me and help me bathe. Michael was a bit reluctant to get undressed "just to bathe a woman", but my husband stated that I rarely met his standards when he performed this task, and had long ago decided that a man just had to do what a man had to do. At that clear directive from my husband that everything was okay, Michael stripped down to his birthday suit and climbed into the tub with me. I couldn't help but be interested in his already-stiff cock standing at attention. (Hmmm... I wonder if he would like to be shaved?) Michael was directed by my husband to wash every inch of me, and to not be too gentle. "She wasn't paying you the proper respect... you need to let her know who's in charge here." Strong hands soaped and scrubbed every inch of my body while I twisted, turned and stretched on command. Though my husband didn't direct Michael to do it, Michael decided that I needed to be clean inside as well as outside, and slipped his finger into my pulsating pussy while my husband observed the action with a look of pure satisfaction, from his perch on the side of the tub. Then Michael instructed me to turn over so that he could examine his results from a different angle, urging me to lift my ass higher and higher until he was satisfied with my bare, wet bottom well above the level of the water. He slowly soaped up his long fingers and thoroughly cleaned my ass, sliding one of his fingers in. He said he had to scrub me good and clean... making me moan and grind my clit against his other hand that was between my legs, helping to support me. My husband warned me about my impertinent behavior, and asked Michael if he thought I needed another spanking. Michael told me to look at him. "Do you need another spanking?" he asked. "No. I'll be a good girl," I promised. Michael told my husband that he thought I'd behave, but he'd give me another spanking if I was rude again... a much longer one, and not just on my ass (my nipples hardened almost painfully when he looked at them as he said that). My husband said it was Michael's call, and that if he thought my pussy was clean and soft enough, that it was time for the razor. He explained that a safety razor is the best thing to use for this task. "Who wants to lick nicks and cuts, right? You want a nice, smooth finish. After all, it's about your pleasure. That's the most important thing here." He gave Michael the razor and a can of shaving cream, instructing him to thoroughly coat the area before starting. Again, I was led to the bed and positioned for Michael's pleasure. He positioned himself between my thighs again and, with his now-expected diligence, covered every inch of my pussy with the shaving cream, making sure every hair was ready and waiting. Then, after waiting and watching me long enough that I was almost naughty again, he picked up the razor and, with long, smooth strokes he removed every hair from the area. My husband again watched over his shoulder, reminding him only a few times to examine his work carefully, and also to examine those hidden areas as well, to make sure the blade didn't do any unnoticed damage. Michael was a good student, and my husband was a great teacher... generously praising Michael with every stroke while he stroked my left nipple with his cool fingers. "That was a good, smooth stroke, Michael Now make sure that the next one overlaps it by about half way. You'll want to go over every surface at least twice for the smoothest results. Don't be afraid to use your fingers, or even your lips and tongue, liberally, to check your work. Get all the way down in there. That's right... examine every inch." Finally, Michael had removed every hair from my pussy and sat back a bit to enjoy his sweet success for a moment. I started to sit up (knowing I wasn't really done, yet) and my husband pushed my shoulders back down firmly. "Have you forgotten that the point of this whole exercise was for Michael to taste your pussy after he'd shaved it?" "Yes. I'm sorry, I forgot." "Michael, it's up to you. Do you think she should be punished for being so forgetful?" "Honestly, I'm willing to let it go for now," Michael replied. "I just can't wait to see what that shaven pussy tastes like. I can always punish her later if I feel like she deserves it... right?" "Any time, my man. Any time. And since your pleasure is the most important thing here, you go ahead and do what you want." My husband went to get a warm, wet washcloth, and instructed Michael to carefully clean every inch of my baby-bare pussy. Then he brought over a bottle of body oil I use and asked Michael, "Do you want to apply the oil, or do you want to make her to do it while you watch?" Michael's eyes lit up and he replied, "I think she should do it... like an extra chore for being forgetful." "Sit up," he directed me. He poured a little oil onto my fingers. "Rub it in... slowly and thoroughly." I did as he directed, making sure to cover every inch of my freshly shaven skin. Michael and my husband watched every stroke carefully, not taking their eyes off my fingers. Every so often, Michael would give me direction to pay more attention to a different area... usually when my fingers were drifting too close to my clit. My husband always nodded his approval when Michael did that. "Good... it's not her job to pleasure herself unless you let her," he stated. "Of course, I'll be sure to remember that," Michael agreed. "Ready for that taste?" my husband asked. "You know, I think I am," Michael responded. "Lie back," he commanded me. I did as I was told. Michael slowly closed in on my by-then hyper-sensitive pussy, letting his breath on my skin excite me for a moment, teasing me mercilessly. He slowly bent down and started kissing and licking me, carefully staying away from my clit (which was burning in anticipation), but tasting every inch of my pussy lips, in and out. After several minutes (hours? days?) of that, he slowly spread my swollen pussy lips apart so that he had clear access to my clit. He lowered his mouth onto my clit and slowly grazed it with first his lips, then gently with his teeth. At the first touch of his teeth, I exploded. I couldn't help it, it felt soooo wonderful! When I was done, I was anticipating a reprimand for not waiting. My husband always insists that, after he has taken care of me this way, it's my duty to allow him to cum first, and as many times as he wants, before I cum. But Michael just said, "Thank you. A pussy-load of cum, all for me!" and he dove in, getting every drop. My husband sat watching us, smiling at our enjoyment, and rubbing his cock slowly through his opened zipper. "Michael, I know I only mentioned that you should taste shaven pussy before you make your girlfriend shave, but you really should also try sliding your cock into a shaven pussy... just to make sure you like it..." Always the obedient student, Michael followed my husband's suggestion. He fucked me really good. Gentle at first... then pounding me through a couple orgasms before he squirted his load into me. All in all, it was a fun afternoon for all of us.	4
101,982	Our First MFM Experience Has Turned Into Monthly Pleasures	Hi Joan, This is Alicia, of Kyle and Alicia. We enjoy the MFM lifestyle. My husband talked to you on the internet yesterday, and you sent along several of your personal stories. Let me see... the first time Kyle and I did anything wild was about 3 years ago. For years, whenever Kyle and I had sex, we would talk about all the sexy things we could do with another guy in our bed. It really turns Kyle on thinking of me sucking and fucking another guy, and (to be honest) there had been times when I had felt kind of slutty, and I wanted to do some wild things. Needless to say the thought of having two guys always got me really hot. After a while, I started thinking that it might be fun to do it in real life instead of just having it as a fantasy. Kyle had been talking to a few guys online. We sort of narrowed the list down until we felt comfortable with this certain guy. We chatted with him online... then on the phone. Finally, the day came when we decided to go for it. I know Kyle was just as turned-on by the thought as I was. It was a Saturday night, and our daughter was at her grandmother's for the night! We called Keith, and he told us he'd be over in about an hour. WOW... I was so turned-on at the thought of really having 2 cocks to play with, that Kyle and I started playing right away. We were sitting on the couch, and Kyle was playing with my clit and fingering me the way he knows I love. He kept bringing me to the edge of orgasm. My pussy was soaked. He kept describing the hot things he and Keith were going to do to me that night. God... I was so hot! This was before Keith even showed up. Before long, we heard a car in the driveway, and watched out the window as Keith got out of his car. I had seen his pic online. Pictures can be deceiving, but he turned out to be even better looking than his pic. He is tall... kind of a big guy, maybe 6'1, 200 lbs... with a nice trim beard and blue eyes. At that point, I was getting nervous. I was dressed in a skimpy but sexy nightgown with no underwear on. I had an impulse to run to the bedroom and put on some clothes, but Kyle stopped me. "Just be a slut," he said... "show off your body to him." OMG, Kyle had said the right thing. I got even wetter when he said that. Kyle greeted Keith at the door and led him to the living room. I was sitting on the couch. He came over and shook my hand, then sat on the chair opposite Kyle and me on the couch. Keith seemed a little nervous too. But I could tell he liked what he saw. Kyle got us some drinks, and we sat and chatted for a bit. I was getting nervous again, wondering how we were going to get things going. We started talking about some of the chats we'd had online. Then my husband started talking about how oral I am (which I am!). Then he turned to me and said, "Show him." It got dead quiet, and Kyle again said, "Go ahead." I don't know how I did it. I was so nervous, yet so turned-on. I got on my hands and knees with my breasts almost hanging out of my nightgown. I crawled across the floor to where Keith was sitting. Then I knelt before him and began to unzip his pants. Nothing was said. He helped a bit, and soon his already-hard and BIG (I mean really BIG) cock was in my hand. He was at least 3-inches bigger than my husband! I was so turned-on at that point that I just dove in! I took his cock as deep into my mouth as I could. It felt so good. He leaned back and moaned. I looked out of the corner of my eye at my husband. Kyle was sitting on the couch with a smile on his face, his pants around his ankles, and his cock in his hand. I went back to pleasing Keith. It was a thrill knowing my husband was enjoying watching me suck off another guy. The night just took off from there. Before I knew it, I was on my knees in front of them both as they sat on the couch, taking turns sucking one cock then another. It felt so good stroking one cock while sucking the other... then switching... making both guys groan with pleasure. Then my husband started fucking me from behind as I sucked Keith. Then they switched. OMG! It felt so good to have his huge cock buried in my pussy. And, I could tell my husband was loving it. I started cumming. My pussy was dripping. I just kept having one orgasm after another. That was when I discovered that I LOVED having two guys at once! I didn't try DP that night, but they both came in my mouth, and on my tits. Being a sperm lover, I was in heaven! Since that first night, we've done similar things many times. Once or twice a month, I get in a "slutty" mood, and we go for it! I'm so lucky having a husband who lets me fuck any guy I want (as long as he's there to enjoy it with me). Anyway, that was my first time. I'm not the best writer, but I hope you liked it. Ali	6
101,995	Our Weekend in New Orleans	Hi Joan, You asked me to write about some of my other MFM experiences, so I decided to write about a weekend in New Orleans two years ago. My husband, Dean, had a convention in New Orleans, and he suggested that I should go along to have some fun while we were there. Dean was to be the only one from his company there, so none of the other men there would know either of us. He told me to pack all of my sexy 'slut' clothes because he thought it would be cool to have me picked up by some of the men who were going to be at the convention. It was springtime, with the temperature in the 80s, so wearing sheer tops, halters, shorts, and short skirts would not be a problem. Even at that temperature, I thought I would feel so slutty that I might go without any bra or panties some of the time. We packed and left home on Wednesday afternoon so we would have an extra day to sightsee around the city and have an evening on Bourbon Street before the convention started. We arrived about 5 pm and took a cab to the hotel. Dean surprised me by getting a hotel in the French Quarter, so we were a close walk to all the clubs on Bourbon Street. It was a five-star hotel, and the suite had a large Jacuzzi tub, a bidet, a balcony, and a large king-size bed. It was clear what Dean had in mind! We got comfortable (naked) and lay down for an hour or so. While I relaxed, Dean filled the in-room Jacuzzi. We got into the Jacuzzi, with me between my husband's legs, laying back against his chest. His arms were around me, cupping my breasts and rolling my nipples between his fingers. He knows that gets me so hot and wet. I told him that I would need him to fuck me before we went out. He said, "Maybe... but first sit on this ledge behind me and put your feet up on either side of the tub." I kinda knew what he had in mind. When I sat on the ledge with my feet on the sides with my legs spread, my pussy was at the same level as his face. He started kissing my pussy lips real softly before he slid his tongue around to my asshole... licking it all around, then up through my wet slit to my clit in one long swipe. I reached down and pulled my pussy lips open so he could tongue-fuck my wet hole. He took the hint and pushed his face tight against my mound, wiggling the tip of his tongue deep inside me just the way I like it. As he was eating me, he played with my asshole with his wet finger, just running it around my puckered anus. When he knew I was close to cumming, he slowly pushed two fingers into my pussy and one into my ass. He continued to suck my clit hard in his mouth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. That set off my first orgasm of the trip. I felt my juices squirt out around his fingers, which I knew ran down his arm as he sucked and licked me until I came down from my orgasmic high. I finally sat up and told him to sit on the ledge, that it was his turn. When he stood up, his hard cock was sticking out from his body, just waiting for my warm mouth to caress. I pulled him to the edge just like he had done me, so I could lay in the warm water. His cock, balls, and asshole were exposed for my access. I took the soap in my hands, making a good thick lather. Putting the soap up, I reached for his hard cock, stroking it with my right hand as my left hand cupped his balls. I stroked his cock as I soaped his balls down to his asshole, using my fingertips to get him real clean. I then cupped my hands in the warm water and rinsed all the soap off of him. I took his cock in my hand, kissing and licking the head as I rubbed his cock up and down while I licked his balls and sack. I took one ball in my mouth, kinda running my tongue all around it, and then the other one. I worked my way down his scrotum, past the little ridge of skin to his puckered asshole. I took the tip of my tongue and ran it all around the dark little ridge around his anus, getting it good and wet. Then I proceeded to tongue-fuck his asshole like he does my pussy hole... which I think he liked, because he was moaning, telling me how good it felt. I kept this up until I had a good drop of pre-cum forming in his piss slit. I licked my way back up and looked into his eyes. I formed my lips like I was going to sip a straw, sucking in real hard, and pulling his pre-cum into my mouth. I squeezed his cock head between my thumb and forefinger, making the pisshole open up, as I flicked the tip of my tongue up and down over his wet little hole. In one smooth motion, I took his cock head into my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue all around it before taking his entire cock deep into my throat, sucking hard while I came back up to the top. It didn't take me long, bobbing up and down on his cock, before he arched up off the ledge, and I felt his cock swell in my mouth. I pulled my mouth off his cock, opening it wide with my tongue sticking out. I stroked his cock as he shot his hot sperm onto my tongue, in my mouth, and all over my face. I licked my lips and then licked his cock clean before we both slid back into the water to clean up for dinner. With his arms around me as I washed my face with the washcloth, he said, "I love to see my cum all over your face, and in your open mouth like that." "I know... and I like it just as much as you do," I replied. He went on, "Maybe we can add some strange cum for your next facial." I just smiled up at him and said, "Maybe." Then we got out of the tub to dress for the evening. I wore a red sheer blouse, red sheer lace bra with panties to match, a short blue jean skirt that zipped up the front, and red 3" heels. My hair was pulled back with a large clip, and my makeup made me look like I could suck and fuck all night... but pretty at the same time. "You look like a sexy million dollars, and it will work just fine for tonight," my hubby said as we left the room. We had a lovely seafood dinner and some white wine at one of the nice restaurants on Bourbon Street. During dinner, Dean kept looking around like he was looking for someone, so I asked him. He said that it was Rob, one of the exhibitors from the last convention that he thought that I would like to meet. "Okay! So what does this guy look like, and what made you think I would be interested?" He replied, "Well, we were at the same hotel in Chicago, and we went to the health club to sit in the sauna to relax. We had gone in with towels wrapped around us, and when he opened his towel... his cock just hung there, and I thought of you. So this trip, I thought I would have you and him meet, so if you like what you see, we could have some fun." "So what does he look like?" "He's about 6' tall, has a slender build, black wavy hair. He told me that he would be wearing a white shirt with jeans and he would be in here or the lounge this evening." "Well, if that is him standing by the door, then I am very much interested... but do you think he would be willing to have some fun with us?" "That is Rob! Believe me, you can persuade any man to have fun with what you with what you have on tonight," he said, as he waved Rob over to our table. Introductions were made, and Rob sat down with me between he and Dean. We made small talk about where we were from and what we like to do to relax (If he only knew what I liked to do best). Dean suggested we should find a bar for some drinks so we could get comfortable. I said I wanted to go somewhere where we could dance too, if Rob liked to dance. We didn't have to go too far from the hotel to find a nice dance bar which was perfect. I noticed that it had a dimly-lit dance floor as we took a seat in a round booth near the side of the dance floor. I got in the middle again as we sat down and ordered. Dean asked me to dance. We danced a fast dance and then a slow one so I had a chance to tell Dean that I would go to the ladies room and he could tell Rob that I wanted to dance with him. When the song was over, I went straight to the ladies room so he could talk to Rob. I eased the zipper of my skirt up about halfway so Rob could get a good look at my legs as I slid in and out of the booth. I arrived back at the table. Rob stood up and asked if I was up for his turn on the dance floor. I looked at Dean as he winked and nodded his approval. It was the same as with Dean. A fast song was first, during which I made sure Rob got an eyeful of my body before the slow song. Meanwhile, I checked out the impressive bulge in his jeans. It looked like it ran down his left pant leg. We started the slow dance at a regular spacing at first, then he began to pull me closer to him as we got around to the darker side of the floor. I felt one of his hands in the middle of my back. His other hand had slipped down to my ass, pulling me close to him. I could feel his hardening cock grinding against my belly as we danced, so I looked up at him and asked, "Am I causing that between us?" "Causing what between us?" he asked, with a sly grin.I eased my hand down between us and traced the outline of his cock with my fingernails, hard enough to cause it to twitch as I said, "This big hard lump in your pants," as I flattened my hand, rubbing it as I pulled my hand back up and putting it back around his neck. "You sure are Christy!" he said, looking down at me as he leaned in and kissed me, giving the inside of my mouth a good tongue massage. He broke our kiss. His hand went up inside the front of my skirt, touching the inside of my thighs. He worked his way up to where they join. I just closed my eyes and spread my legs to give his hand access to me just as I felt his finger spread my wet lips and enter my hot love hole... right there on the dance floor. He pulled his hand out of my skirt and... smiling... sucked my wetness from his finger. He said, "Dean told me that I would have that effect on you when we met." I started laughing and told him that my husband said that I would have that same effect on him too. We both laughed and finished the dance. When we got to the table, Dean asked what was so funny. I leaned down, telling him that we knew that he had set us up... and that I wanted to go back to our room to be fucked by both of them... NOW!!!! We finished off what was left of our drinks, and the three of us walked arm in arm back to our room. When we entered the room, I kissed my husband, and then Rob, before I told them to put on some soft music "while I freshen up a bit." Upon my return, I asked Rob to dance with me. He took me with his arm around my waist, so I leaned back, feeling his cock against my belly as we swayed back and forth to the music. I pulled his shirt tail out of his pants and unbuttoned it so I could feel his big manly chest. He let go of me as I removed his shirt, throwing it on the chair behind him. He looked at me and then at Dean, saying, "Turn about is fair play, don't you think." With that said, he started unbuttoning my blouse.. so slowly and sexy. He removed my blouse, throwing it on top of his shirt, and then he pulled me to him as his hands unclasped my bra. He stood back just a little, hooking his fingers in the straps of my bra, sliding it down my arms and off. It went into the same pile of clothes. He then got on his knees, unzipped my skirt, discarded it, and hooked his thumbs in the sides of my lace panties... pulling them down ever so slowly, until I stepped out of them. He kissed my trimmed pussy and told me to sit down on the edge of the bed and lay back. I did as I was told as my husband gave me and Rob each a pillow so there could be one under the small of my back and one under my head so I could watch. With my legs dangling off the edge of the bed, Rob spread them. He began to kiss his way up the insides of my thighs, leaving a small wet trail with his tongue. He reached my wet pussy and started eating me with perfection! I was getting hotter with every long lick of his hot tongue. Rob licked up one side and down the other before he stuck his tongue deep inside me. He was moving the tip up and down, driving me insane, before he moved up to my clit, sucking it hard in his mouth. He used his tongue tip again, up, down and all around. As this was going on, my husband got onto the bed, kneeling over my head as he held my legs up and spread wide for Rob to eat me with no interference. I licked Dean's balls that were hanging just above my face. Dean then pulled my legs back so that my ass was pulled up, and he told Rob to tongue-fuck my asshole to get it ready for him later. Rob licked around my puckered asshole before he worked the tip of his tongue slowly into my anus. I was going out of my mind wanting to cum, but the two of them had other plans. The closer I got, Rob would ease up and play with me. He worked back up to my pussy then to my clit, bringing me almost to the point of orgasm... and then back off again until my husband knew it was time to let me cum. He let go of my legs and I wrapped them around Rob's head as he sucked hard on my clit, flicking it with his tongue. Just as I screamed that I was cumming, Rob covered my pussy with his mouth. I squirted my second orgasm of the evening. I lay there, coming down off my orgasmic high, as Rob went to the bathroom to get a washcloth to clean off my cum off his face. I sat up on the edge of the bed just as Rob was returning from the bathroom. I told him to stand between my legs so I could return the favor for him. I had already removed his shirt... so I undid his belt, unsnapped his pants, and pulled his zipper down real slowly. I teased him with my finger, tracing the outline of his cock through his briefs. A man in boxers normally turns me on the most, but Rob's cock looked deliciously sexy pressed tight to the right side of his pubic area. I pushed his pants down so he could step out of them. Then I threw them into the pile of clothes on the chair. I took his ass cheeks in my hands and pulled him close to my face so I could mouth his cock through the cotton fabric of his underwear. I started at the tip, covered my teeth with my lips, and playfully bit my way down to his huge balls. They were tightly-held like two large plums in a cloth bag. I was really turned-on feeling his cock and balls through the cotton as I grabbed the sides if his underwear pulling them all the way down to his feet. His cock just flopped straight out from his almost hairless pubic area. I liked that view. His balls, and around the base of his cock, were shaved clean, except for the short soft hair above his cock. I placed my hand around his cock so that my palm was on the underside. Then I slowly stroked it up and down while my other hand massaged his huge balls. It was like rolling large plums in my hand. I kept up the rubbing of his thick cock as I lowered my mouth down to lick and suck each one of his cum-filled balls. I wanted to get him fully primed to shoot that hot cum in my mouth when I sucked his entire cock into my mouth. I managed to get both of his balls in my mouth so I could slowly run my tongue all around them as I felt their warmth and firmness. I let one, then the other, of his wet balls delicately fall from the confines of my mouth as I licked my way up to the tip of his cock. I stopped just below the purplish head, pulled my head back, and looked at the large drop of pre-cum oozing from his piss slit. Then I looked him straight in the eye as I took my lips and sucked the drop into my mouth. Then I licked around the entire head of his cock. Now that I had his attention, I grabbed the base of his cock, pulling it into my mouth as I began to give him one of my best blowjobs. I took his entire 9-inches down my throat until his big warm balls were touching my chin... and I sucked hard as I pulled his cock outward so that just his cock head was still inside. Then I sucked him in deep again. I kept this up until I felt his cock swell. The first spurt of hot cum suddenly splashed the back of my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could, taking all of his seed down my throat. I let his softening cock slip from my mouth as I leaned over and passionately kissed my husband, feeding him some of Rob's cum so he could taste it. My husband lay in the middle of the bed and asked me to suck his cock, which I gladly did. He knows that I love to suck a cock as much as fucking one, two or several. I knelt between my husband's legs and began sucking his hard cock. That put my pussy and ass up in the air for Rob to see. I was running my fingers up and down my wet slit as I sucked my husband's cock, wanting to get Rob all hot and hard again, because I needed to be fucked in the worst way. It didn't take long for him to get the message. All of a sudden I felt the head of his 9" cock replace my fingers. He rubbed it up and down my wet pussy lips. When it was lubricated enough, he slid all of his re-hardened shaft so deep in me that I felt his balls touching my clit. I pulled my mouth from my husband's cock just long enough to say, "Fuck me hard and fast, so I can feel your balls slapping my clit!" Rob fucked me so hard that I didn't have to do anything except hold my lips and mouth firmly around my husband's cock as Rob supplied the motion. I was really close to another orgasm when my husband told me he wanted to cum in my ass as I fucked Rob on top. Rob was just as excited as I was. He pulled his cock from my pussy with a loud pop, and took my husband's place, face-up on the bed. I straddled his body, lowering my pussy down onto his wonderful cock. I immediately began to bounce up and down on his cock, enjoying his cock filling my pussy. Then I sat down all the way onto his cock, and began a back and forth motion, which really got me going... because I can control the friction of his pelvic bone and cock against my clit. I was doing all of this while my husband got the lube from my bag, spreading it up and down his hard cock and then with his finger he lubed my asshole. I leaned forward and Rob grabbed my ass cheeks, spreading them wide enough to give my husband access to my puckered hole. Dean knelt behind me. I felt the head of his cock being pushed slowly past my sphincter muscle until the head popped into my asshole. Slowly, Dean pushed all of his cock into me, and stopped as I got used to being filled with two cocks. Eventually I made the first move. Upon feeling my movement, they started a counter-motion... one going in as the other pulled out. I was in heaven being fucked by those two cocks. I was going crazy, moaning and screaming for them to fuck me harder. My husband whispered into my ear that he could feel Rob's cock rubbing against his, and that he was about to cum. Then they really got going, fucking me faster and harder, until my husband squirted deeply in my ass.When he pulled out, Rob grabbed my hips and forced his cock in and out of me until he squirt his second load of cum into me. That set me off on one of the best orgasms that I have had in a while. I collapsed on top of Rob until I could roll off and lay beside him. My husband told me to lay back and enjoy, as he began to lick and suck all of Rob's and my cum from my pussy. He loves to do that after I have been totally fucked. When he finished, I moved down to Rob's cock and licked him clean. That made him hard again. My husband was right next to my head watching when I pulled Rob's cock from my mouth and said, "Rob, if you don't mind, I would like to let Dean share the taste of your lovely cock." My husband looked up at Rob. Rob just smiled and said he didn't mind at all. So I moved the head of his cock to my husband's lips and watched my husband suck another man's cock. That was a huge turn-on for me, and I wanted to do something again to my husband. I figured that was my chance. With Dean in the kneeling position, I moved behind him and began stroking his cock as he sucked his first cock. I then spread his ass cheeks and licked his puckered asshole. I know from the tub experience earlier that day he liked it. I tongue-fucked his asshole and stroked his cock as he sucked off Rob. I heard Rob moan that he was going to cum again. So, I kept my tongue buried deep in my husband's asshole as I stroked his cock with one hand. By the bed movement, I knew that Rob had begun to deposit a load of his juices into my husband's mouth. I felt Dean's cock swell and twitch, so I cupped my other hand under the his cock head and caught his sperm. As we all fell onto the bed, I licked some of my husband's cum off my hand, and had an idea. If my husband could take Rob's cum, Rob should taste Dean's cum. So I let some of my husband's cum drop on Rob's lips. He took his tongue and licked his lips. So I gave him the rest as he licked my hand clean. We all fell asleep. When I woke up the next morning, Rob and my husband were gone to the convention. But, there was a note from Dean on the nightstand. The note read: "Get plenty of rest. We will be back later, and we are going to ask two more men to join us in fucking you. I have had this planned for weeks now, and I will add two men every night until we leave. So you don't have to count. That means there will be 8 men to fuck you on our last night here. Love Ya, Dean." I was sore by the morning after the last night of the convention... but, boy did I enjoy myself! Now that was a convention to remember! Christy You may write directly to Christy and Dean if you wish: christyjan2002@yahoo.	5
102,012	Our Open Relationship - Reports from Lynn and Chuck Received during 1996	Hi Joan (and Bob and Tim)! WOW! We LOVE your stories!!! This is about our first adventure with others since we got married. Chuck and I visited a couple in southern Alabama once (beach area) for a week. Jeff and Terri were long-time friends of Chuck's. Chuck and his first wife Kathy had many threesomes with Jeff, and I expressed my curiosity - Jeff appealed to me. I mentioned to Chuck that maybe he could have Terri while I had Jeff. I think that he was ready. We all went out to dinner the first night, and drank a lot, danced and traded partners repeatedly. I whispered in Jeff's ear that I knew about him, Chuck and Kathy, and that I wanted some. I followed that with a lick onto his ear. His cock literally sprung up, and I could feel myself getting wet. We returned to the table, and Jeff suggested that we return to their house to smoke some. Chuck doesn't, but knowing how horny it makes me, he encouraged us. We continued to drink at their house, smoke, and danced to some slow music. Terri started getting sick and went to their bedroom. Jeff seemed to pass out, and Chuck, raring to go, pulled me down to the couch and started kissing me. I looked over at Jeff, and he seemed out. I let Chuck pull off my top and bra, and hoped that he wouldn't stop! I unsnapped my pants, and Chuck dragged them, and my panties down and off, leaving me bare-assed. I hoped that Jeff would wake up and join the fun. I leaned back, placed one leg over the back of the couch, and left one on the floor. Chuck got on his knees and started sucking my clit. It was at that time that I felt Jeff move in behind me, and start kissing me. I guided his hands to my tits, just as Chuck started adding fingers in my hole. Chuck started moving a hand up to my breast, and seemed surprised to find Jeff's hand already there. Chuck leaned back on his knees and Jeff quickly moved his hand down to insert several fingers in my soaked hole. I was getting stimulation from so many sources that I was ready to cum! Jeff suggested that Chuck go check on Terri, and as Chuck walked toward the hall, Jeff started taking off his pants. I helped him get completely naked, and fell to my knees, guiding his cock into my mouth, while grazing his legs with my nipples. He wrapped his fingers in my hair, and started fucking my mouth gently. I heard Chuck talking to Terri in the back room. After a moment I glanced up (with my mouth still full of cock), and saw Chuck standing alone in the hallway watching. I might as well give him a show! I wrapped one hand around the shaft of Jeff's cock and rubbed it up and down while sucking. I moved my other hand to tickle the back of his balls (Chuck likes that), and really went to town. I was slobbering so much that it was running down his balls. I saw Chuck pull out his cock and start jerking off. I decided to be really nasty, and started playing with Jeff's ass (I had never done THAT before). My fingers were wet, and I decided to hell with it, and started fingering Jeff's asshole. That turned up his heat quite a bit! Jeff soon pulled my face off of him and urged me to lie back. I opened my legs as far as possible, and reached down to spread the lips of my pussy wide open! Jeff crouched between my legs, and I guided his stiff hot cock to the right spot. I rubbed it up and down all over my cunt before inserting the head in my hole. Jeff gently eased in and out a couple of times, getting it slick, and then drove it into me! I told him to fuck me hard... loud enough for Chuck to hear, and he responded. I started cumming from the excitement, and whispered in his ear, "Chuck's watching! Pull out and shoot all over my tits!" That seemed to do it for him, and while he aimed for my tits, it squirted everywhere. Hair, face, tits, and even a couple of squirts on my cunt (I was holding it open for him). He surprised me by going to his knees and licking me with his sperm all over. Boy that really fired me up, and I came again, grinding hard against his face. I looked up and Chuck was not there anymore. Jeff took my hand and guided me to the guest bedroom, where Chuck and I were staying. We ended up fucking and sucking all night. Terri and Chuck joined us later (another story I will tell you, but only if I'm not boring you). I've actually been sitting here playing with my clit as I type, so you'll have to forgive any typos. My nipples are hard as buttons as I remember the episode. When I get done I'm going to get the vibrator, and ride him hard (maybe I'll wait for Chuck and fuck his brains out!). I have never done more than 4 at one time (the swap session I'm writing about), and I have never had more than 2 guys. Never a woman. I have let Chuck do me in the ass, and he has tried to talk me into having me as a sandwich. It sounds like it could be fun (I ALWAYS cum when he does my ass), but I'm not sure I want to do that. I trust Chuck not to hurt me, but with another man present, I wouldn't want things to get out of hand. I have flashed truckers, and played strip poker a lot. Chuck's friends seem to love to see my big tits, and it turns me on to turn them on. Many more stories to tell, and if you like, I can let Chuck in on it. He loves to watch, and has written quite a few himself. We fucked the other night in front of the computer reading some of the nasty letters. It was a blast. Write back. I'll do the same. We are in Ohio. ..........Lynn and Chuck A Follow-Up Note about their fun with Terri and Bill... Hi again Joan! Thought I'd send a little more along. HI, CHUCK HERE. IN LYNN'S LAST NOTE, SHE MENTIONED THAT I HAD LEFT TO CHECK ON TERRI. I ENTERED THE ROOM TO FIND HER LYING ON THE BED WITH A SHEET PULLED UP TO HER CHIN. I ASKED HER IF SHE WAS ALL RIGHT, AND LEANED OVER TO KISS HER. SHE PULLED MY FACE TO HERS, AND FLIPPED THE SHEETS OFF. SHE WAS COMPLETELY NUDE! NOW SHE IS NO WHERE NEAR AS PRETTY AS LYNN, MAYBE 20 LBS HEAVIER, BUT THE DIFFERENCE IS STILL EXCITING. I GOT UP AND THREW MY CLOTHES OFF. I KISSED HER NIPPLES AND FINGERED HER PUSSY, AND SHE URGED ME INTO A 69 POSITION. HER PUSSY WAS SSSOOO HAIRY!! I PULLED HER LIPS OPEN AND TONGUED HER FIERCELY UNTIL SHE CAME, JUICE RAN ALL DOWN HER ASS. SHE PULLED ME ATOP HER AND GUIDED MY COCK INTO HER, AND WE FUCKED FOR A FEW MINUTES UNTIL SHE URGED ME UP A LITTLE, DISENGAGING MY COCK. SHE THEN GUIDED THE HEAD OF IT INTO HER ASSHOLE, AND PULLED ME DOWN ATOP HER AGAIN. I COULDN'T GET OVER HOW EASLIY SHE HAD ACCOMPLISHED THAT, AND PRESUMED THAT SHE AND JEFF PRACTICED ANAL SEX A LOT. WHILE HER PUSSY HAD BEEN WET, BUT LOOSE, HER ASSHOLE HAD A GRIP THAT WAS GREAT! SHE STARTED FINGERING HER CUNT, AND WHEN SHE PUT HER FINGERS INSIDE HER HOLE, I COULD FEEL THEM ON MY COCK. SHE STARTED TO COME AGAIN, AND I COULDN'T HOLD OFF A SECOND LONGER. I BLASTED A HEAVY LOAD IN HER ASS. I GOT UP TO GET A WASHCLOTH AND TOWEL FOR US TO CLEAN UP, AND SHE AND I CLEANED EACH OTHER UP. SHE STARTED SUCKING MY COCK AGAIN, AND I STARTED GETTING ANOTHER ERECTION. I THOUGHT THAT THIS WOULD BE A GOOD TIME TO CHECK ON LYNN AND JEFF, AND GRABBING HER BY THE HAND I LED HER TO THE SPARE BEDROOM. LYNN WAS RIDING ON TOP OF JEFF WHEN WE ENTERED, AND AFTER URGING THEM TO MOVE OVER, I LAY TERRI DOWN BESIDE JEFF, AND CLIMBED BETWEEN HER LEGS. I EASED MY COCK INTO HER HOLE, AND LYNN AND I FUCKED MY FRIENDS STROKE FOR STROKE. AS I LOOKED HER WAY, I REALLY ENJOYED SEEING LYNN'S TITS BOUNCING AS SHE SQUIRMED ON TOP OF JEFF. I RAISED MYSELF UP ONTO MY HANDS AND LEANED OVER TO KISS ONE OF LYNN'S NIPPLES. SHE TRACED A HAND DOWN MY BACK TO MY ASS AND TOLD ME SHE LOVED ME. THAT WAS ENOUGH TO HAVE MY BALLS READY TO EXPLODE!! JEFF WAS FEELING TERRI'S TIT, AND WE ALL BLASTED OFF ALMOST TOGETHER. ACTUALLY I PULLED OUT AND SHOT OFF ALL OVER TERRI'S BODY. JEFF LATER TOLD ME HOW MUCH HE LIKED THAT. LYNN CAN PICK UP THE STORY FROM HERE. Hi ... Lynn here. Story continued... We all rested and got cleaned up. Terri went to bed, saying that she had to go to work early, but telling Jeff to enjoy himself. I was lying between the two men with one leg draped over each of them, feeling like a queen in a harem of men. They were each playing with one of my breasts, and taking turns keeping my clit company. My cunt was leaking so much that the bed was a mess the next day! I felt both of their cocks start to rise after a while, and the two guys urged me onto all fours, with Chuck in front. I started licking Chuck's cock and balls as Jeff started licking me from behind. They both started pulling on my nipples, and I thought that I'd go crazy from the thrills. Chuck started feeling my clit, and I started a really hard cum. I was whimpering and grunting like mad, and urging both of them to shoot off in me. Chuck started in my mouth first, and that just kept me going. I reached between my legs, and grasped Jeff's hanging balls and started playing with them and his cock.Chuck crawled under my chest to tongue my nipples (I suspect also to see Jeff's cock banging in and out of my hole), and I just kept coming and coming! Jeff was pounding really hard. I heard him grunt, and finally felt the wetness that signaled that he had finally shot off. Good thing too, I was starting to get tired and sore. As Jeff's depleted cock slipped out of me, I felt our combined juices running out of my hole and down my legs. I flopped over onto my back, and Jeff surprised me by gluing his mouth to my pussy! Chuck just lazily watched as Jeff sucked me clean. I leaned over and kissed him, telling him again how much I loved him. We both watched as Jeff licked every inch of my lower body that he could before climbing up and offering me his cock. Now I could hardly refuse, since he had done such a great job of cleaning me off. Also, this would be a chance for Chuck to see me sucking Jeff up close and personal. (I really don't get off on tasting myself, but will do almost anything when I'm turned on that much.) After noisily sucking him clean, and not getting any rise, I collapsed back onto the bed, and we all quickly fell asleep. What happened the next day is one of the more exciting things that I've done (because we were all sober and alert), but that's the next story, if you're interested. I've never done any more than two men at once, and never anyone of a different race. Love Lynn More about their time with Terri and Bill... Hi Joan! This is the "Mobile Alabama Adventure" continued: Well, the following day, our last in Mobile, Terri had to work, and Jeff would be gone the first half of the day. Chuck told me how hairy Terri's pussy was, and made the statement that it had always been that way for as long as he knew them. Now he loves pussy anyway, I believe, but started hinting that Jeff would go berserk if we shaved mine for him to enjoy on our last day together. I let him talk me into it, and he left for a local drug store to get a bottle of "Bikini Bare" depilatory cream. We understood that Jeff would be gone plenty long enough to get a proper job done, and when Chuck got back, he started by stripping me completely and licking me all over, telling me how much he would enjoy seeing Jeff enjoy my bare "cooter". He applied the cream, and drew me a nice bath while waiting the requisite 20 minutes for the stuff to loosen all of my hair. I soaked for a long time, and followed that with a shower to remove all traces of the chemical, shaving the rest of me in the process (underarms and legs of course). When I was done, I went into the guest bedroom, and Chuck offered to put lotion all over me, and of course, I couldn't refuse. He took every opportunity to lick my completely bare bottom side, never letting me get excited enough to come, but keeping me at an elevated level, reminding me constantly that Jeff was going to LOVE this. Chuck's fingers were in motion between my nipples, clit, hole, and ass. I LOVED THE ANTICIPATION, but really didn't want to greet Jeff completely naked (I've always thought that a little lingerie was much sexier to start off with). Chuck finally suggested as much, and I eagerly agreed with him when he said that he'd pick out the outfit. What he picked out though, might as well have left me naked. (Chuck here) The outfit was all white and completely "see-through". White garter belt with white hose went on first (of course I was licking, stroking, and fingering as I dressed her). I topped this with a very feminine open-crotched panty and open-nippled bra. Her top was also white, and came down to just below her crotch. The overall package made her look like an angel, but all of her very best features were visible... cloaked, but visible. And my god was she turned-on! Her nipples were hardened to little points, and I could see moisture keeping her labia shiny and tasty looking. By that time, we only had a short wait, and topped it by her adding Channel perfume to key locations. I handed her a "Letters" magazine (probably Penthouse), for her to read while she waited. I knew that would keep her excitement at a fever state, as they have lots of married couple sex stories about swapping, threes, fours, exhibitionism, wife watching, and group sex... all of which excite her. Before I left the room to wait for Jeff in the living room, I suggested she "Pose" for Jeff when he came in. She was lying on her side with one leg flat on the bed, knee pointing toward the door. The other leg was bent with her foot flat on the bed, and the knee pointing toward the ceiling. That wouldn't have her "splayed open", but the exciting crack that ran from her ass, seemed to point to her erect clit that was peeking out at the top. I almost couldn't leave this scene, but left anyway. I was thinking at the time that I was the luckiest man in the world with the sexiest, most beautiful wife a man could hope to have. I went into the living room, adjusted my hard-on and had just sat down, when I heard Jeff at the door. I helped him bring in a couple bags of groceries, telling him that we needed to hurry, that I had something GREAT to show him. When we opened the door, I believe that a feather would have knocked him over! Lynn's pink nipples and shiny pink pussy were very apparent. And since her labia were more swollen, and her hole was visible, I suspect that she had been engaged in some finger fun, while waiting for us. Lynn stayed in the reclining position, and Jeff seemed rooted to the spot. It seemed like time was standing still! I walked behind the bed, lay down behind Lynn, and held her pussy lips apart, asking Jeff if he wanted a taste! Jeff started throwing his clothes off as Lynn looked over her shoulder and kissed me. Jeff pushed both my hands away, and buried his face between her legs. I moved my hands to cup both of her tits. (Lynn here) The combination of both men playing my body like an instrument really had me at an excitement level that I have never before experienced! Chuck helped me take off the top, but that still left my important parts semi-covered, but open to the touch. Chuck started taking off his clothes, and he moved to lie down beside me. He actually helped hold my cunt lips apart for Jeff to get at my clit. By separating the lips, and pulling them gently up, my clit was exposed like a little erection. I started coming, and for the first time in my life, I experienced multiple orgasms. I was so wet, that by the time Jeff stretched out beside me, his face was covered! I was lying on my back, and I felt like a queen of the Nile lying between two good-looking men. I had a cock in each hand, and their hands alternating between my pussy and nipples. I turned to face my husband, kissed him, and felt Jeff snuggle up behind me with his erection pressed between my buttocks. I spread my legs, and guided the head of his cock to the opening of my hole. For a while, he kept just the head in me. Then with slow strokes, he increased the pressure, easing his cock all the way into me. Chuck was alternately sucking each of my nipples. I grabbed his cock and started stroking it. Jeff started urging me onto my hands and knees, and I in turn urged Chuck to sit in front of me. As Jeff entered me doggy style, I swallowed Chuck's cock and started giving him my best blowjob. (Chuck here) Needless to say, I was turned-on to the max! Lynn's exposed body, her tits swaying as Jeff pounded her from behind, her sucking my cock and tickling the back of my scrotum, the smell of her, her whimpering and mewling, Jeff's grunts. I knew that I would be shooting off fairly quick, but that the second time around, I would last a lot longer. So I asked Lynn if she wanted me to come in her mouth. She took her mouth off of me, saying, "Please! Come anywhere you want, honey!" and lowered her mouth back over it. Well that did it for me. I felt those strong convulsions ripple through my cock as I ejaculated into her mouth. Only a little escaped her mouth, and pooled at the base of my cock. I think that the sight of all that got to both of them. Jeff's grunts, and her squealing indicated that they were having good orgasms as well. (Lynn here) I could feel Jeff's and my come running down both of my legs. As his cock deflated, I could feel it begin to slip out of my hole. After it fell completely out, I felt his face pressed between my cheeks, and he repeated what he had done before... he sucked the juices of both of us out of me! Now it's almost embarrassing having a man's nose pressed against your asshole, but what he was doing felt heavenly! I didn't even mind it when he starting tonguing my asshole. It felt SO good! Jeff and I moved beside the prone Chuck, and I lay between both men. Once again, I should have felt like a slut, but I felt on top of the world as I stroked both of their cocks and they played with all parts of me. Chuck started getting hard, and pulled me on top of him, easily sliding into my wet hole. Jeff fulfilled one of Chuck's great fantasies by standing up, and feeding his cock into my mouth. I know that Chuck still mentions this from time to time as one of his favorite sights. Both men ended up fucking me in a number of positions. I have never had that many orgasms in one session before. Each man came in my mouth at least once, and I think several times in my pussy. Before Terri got home that evening, and the men started having trouble getting erections, I offered to suck them off one more time, and let them come on my tits. Jeff got hard almost immediately, and when Chuck saw Jeff's come shooting on my chest, then running down my belly, he got in position quickly for his turn. Poor Terri didn't get any that night, and we left the next day.We sure do like those two, and have never had friends any closer. Love, Lynn and Chuck More of Lynn and Chuck's Adventures... Joan, Just a little tale of things that happened not too long ago. Chuck and I were spending the night in a camper trailer. We had been out drinking all day, water-skiing, swimming, and partying until well after dark. There was a group of close friends with us, and we lit a fire and continued to drink, playing at seeing who could get the others "lit" first. We started playing a silly game called Cardinal Puff, and after a short while, most everyone was completely lit. The crowd started thinning until finally I was left with only Chuck and Bill. Now, Chuck and I have been pretty close friends with Bill and his wife Missy for a long time. Not only had we done the normal socializing, but there had always been some additional "touchy-feely" sexual undercurrent to our playing as well. We had gone skinny dipping together a number of times, but this was the first time that we had been alone with Bill. Missy is tall and thin, to my short and "voluptuous", and the two of us are in many other ways opposites. I am blonde, she's brunette. Chuck and I agree that Missy is very attractive, but she has a very small chest, and Chuck obviously likes larger boobs (personally, I wish mine were smaller, but men seem to think that bigger is better). Bill always seemed to like looking at my boobs, and I suspect that he just likes the "difference". I had changed out of my wet swimsuit into a sweat suit (no underwear), and the chill in the air had my nipples standing way out. Chuck, Bill, and I moved into the camper to get warmer, and lit the heater. As the temperature rose in the camper, that horny fucking husband of mine suggested that we play strip poker. Bill quickly agreed (of course). I really didn't want to, but I let them talk me into it. As I usually do playing strip poker, I beat them the first two hands (I usually lose when we are playing for money, but have a "knack" when playing for clothes). Since the two of them had been swimming and only had T-shirts and trunks on, they were both completely nude, while I hadn't lost a stitch. I declared myself the winner, but both guys insisted that we play until we were ALL completely naked. I lost the next hand. I teased them a moment before removing my top and showing off my tits. I saw both of their cocks start rising (considering all of the alcohol, they were lucky), and my pussy started juicing up. It took quite a few subsequent hands before I finally lost again. I skinned my pants down to reveal my bush, but kept my legs close together. Bill said that he needed to go to the bathroom, and stepped outside. Chuck took the opportunity to kiss me. While feeling me up, he whispered to me that I ought to let Bill in on some fun, too. When Bill returned, Chuck left to pee. Somehow, Bill seemed to sense that I was receptive, and without a word, he gathered me into his arms and started giving me a juicy tongue kiss. His hands cupped my breasts before he tweaked my nipples. As his hands lowered across my belly toward my center, I spread my legs. Just as he stuck a finger in and started making it feel good, I saw Chuck looking in the window on the door. I thought that if he wanted a show, I'd give him one, and reached down to stroke Bill's very hard cock. (Chuck here) I wasn't sure that Lynn would really do anything, but I knew that there had always been a little sexual attraction and tension between the two of them. Bill and I had, of course, talked, as males will do, about various female attributes, and I knew that he was REALLY attracted to Lynn's boobs, by several comments that he had made. When Lynn and I were left alone momentarily, I was surprised that she didn't immediately get dressed. Since she didn't, I really started to suspect that she was hoping that "something" was going to happen! Since I am not jealous in the least, and really DO enjoy watching my honey have fun, I decided to see what she would do. When Bill returned, I excused myself to also empty my bladder (I really did need to!). Just as I approached the door, I saw Bill reach out to Lynn and draw her into his arms. She moved easily into his embrace, and he gripped one of her boobs as they started to kiss. I saw her look my way, and wondered if she could see me through the door. My cock got harder as I watched Bill reach down. Lynn parted her legs to make room for his hand. Then he inserted a finger into her pussy. She looked again at the doorway as she reached down to close her small hand around his cock. I was starting to get really cold outside, but gripped my own cock, and matched Lynn's movements stroke for stroke. If it had been warmer, I would have been more than happy to stay outside and watch the two of them, but I was starting to shiver pretty hard. I decided to go back in, and made some noises before opening the door and moving into the room. (Lynn here) I saw Chuck watching for a while. Then he made noises as if he was approaching, and Bill pulled away. When Chuck got inside, he and I sat on the bed, and Bill sat on the floor at our feet. We nervously talked about the cold outside, and how warm and cozy it was in the trailer. Chuck spread my legs (I know that Bill had a great view as his head was parked pussy level only a few feet away) and started flicking my clit. I was feeling a little self-conscious, but if hubby wanted things to go like that, I was also horny enough to go along with almost anything! I lay back on the bed. Chuck started alternating between sliding two fingers into me, and rubbing my clit. I was starting to really get HOT! My cunt was gushing, and the thought of exhibiting myself to Bill this way just heightened the eroticism. Chuck got up, took a drink of his beer, and instead of moving up beside me again, he surprised me by kneeling between my spread thighs. I groaned as he licked up my thigh to my pussy. God, he licked up my hole to my clit and fastened his lips to my clit. I reached down to hold my lips open and he inserted a couple of fingers into me, to give me the combination of things necessary to give me a quick orgasm. Then my husband really started tonguing me. The combination of feelings, and the sound of Chuck slurping, and my own juices sloshing sent me to heaven! I lay there recovering, but kept my legs open, thinking (hoping, maybe) that Bill might want to move in next. Chuck moved up to lie beside me and I leaned over to start licking and sucking his cock. I glanced at Bill, and saw him stroking his cock. (Chuck here) After bringing Lynn to such a strong orgasm, I moved away from her center, and was somewhat surprised also, that Bill didn't "step up to the plate". The sight of her, post orgasm, still holding her glistening lips open, belly heaving, and nipples hard, had to be one hell of an exciting sight to Bill. I lay beside Lynn, and she leaned over and started sucking me off. Normally I have a slight difficulty coming while being sucked, but the circumstances had me so hot that I started coming within minutes. I saw that Bill was stroking his cock, and evidently the sight of me coming in my wife's mouth was enough to set him off too! It may sound strange, but the idea that a man was so turned-on by my wife that he would jerk off in front of the two of us, made me terrifically proud of her and her beauty. After she licked me clean, we lay beside each other, and fell asleep almost right away. (Lynn here) I sucked Chuck as I watched Bill beat his meat. Chuck started coming in my mouth and I decided to let him completely finish in my mouth. I don't normally swallow a man's ejaculate, but the circumstances really had me hot. And, I really did enjoy it since Bill started shooting all the way up his chest as Chuck's squirting started weakening. Bill looked so sexy with his cum dripping off of his chest and belly that I was sorely tempted to get down on the floor with him for some really hot sex. But being a little unsure as to how we'd all feel the next morning, I decided to let things happen without me being the instigator. I lay beside Chuck, and since it was so warm (and things COULD have happened later in the night), none of us bothered to cover up, or get dressed. Right before I fell asleep, I glanced over and noticed that Bill's cock never seemed to have gone soft. (I really wouldn't have minded fucking them both, but that chance came again later.) The next morning, Chuck and I both awakened to find that somehow Bill had slipped off during the night without waking us (a surprise since we are both very light sleepers). Chuck and I moved into a modified spoon position (I lie on my back and raise my legs. He lies on his side and snuggles his front side to my bottom. This allows him to insert his cock, kind of sideways, but leaves both his hands free to roam - usually one on my ass and another rubbing a nipple). Chuck slid his cock easily into my swampiness, and asked if Bill had been a good fuck. He was a little surprised when I told him that we had not fucked, and that I had actually fallen asleep just after he did. He assumed that since I was still so wet, that Bill and I had sex, but of course we hadn't. It took some convincing, but he finally asked if I would have. I asked if it would have hurt him. When he replied with a strong no, I told him that I would have done just about anything that the two of them had wanted. Chuck and I came together while talking about future possibilities of me fucking Bill, or us having a threesome.... soon. A Later Report About Lynn's Fun with Chuck and Bill... Hi Joan! I really HAVE enjoyed your stories to date. I like 'em young as well, but have never really done anything with really younger guys.The thought is very exciting, though. - Lynn Hi! Chuck here. Bill and Missy are close friends of ours, and we have done a lot of things together, including going on vacation together and ski trips. There was one trip that we made to a resort in Pennsylvania that had an absolutely HUGE lodge. We all went with a local ski club and were rooming together to save a little money. Our room for the weekend was a completely open one (with a separate bathroom, of course) with two double beds in a fairly spacious room. We all had a long day of skiing, and after cleaning up and eating dinner, we went to a hospitality room to party with the rest of the club. We all consumed vast quantities of liquid refreshments and sat around telling dirty jokes and stories. Lynn even impressed the crowd with a demonstration of her oral techniques by "deep throating" a double-scooped ice cream cone. (Lynn here: I got many comments later - it was on video, and many folks commented on how thick Chuck must be, for me to be able to do that). Missy decided to turn in early (not uncommon for her), and Bill and I tried to ply Lynn liberally with more mixed drinks and beer by playing "quarter bounce". Since it had been a long, physical day, we all went to the room by 1 AM and dressed for bed in the dark. Missy was awake as I stripped to my jockey shorts, and Lynn put on an opaque white baby doll and panties. We lay in our respective beds, softly talking over the day's events, and I started playing my hands over Lynn's body. The room was dark, and we really couldn't see much more than rough outlines of each other, but Lynn and I could tell that Bill and Missy were getting amorous also. I slipped Lynn's panties off as well as my own briefs, and we started masturbating each other under the covers, whispering to each other as we did. Pretty soon Lynn's pussy was starting to get really hot and wet. We heard Missy saying something in a loud whisper to Bill, and he got out of bed and said that he might as well go get another beer (they weren't really arguing, but I suspect that Missy had spurned his advances, since we were in the room with them). As much as I was enjoying the playing that Lynn and I were doing, I didn't think that it would be appropriate to continue when Bill left the room, so I whispered to Lynn that I was going to go drink one with him. I told her to stay up a little while, that I would be back fairly soon, and that we might be able to have some "real fun" a little later. She squeezed my cock and said that sounded like fun, and that she would stay up. I put on my shorts and a T-shirt and walked down the hallway to the hospitality room to find only a very few stragglers still there. Bill told me of his frustration in trying to get his inhibited wife to loosen up and have fun. I sympathized, and he stated that he wished that she was a lot more like Lynn, and that he REALLY wouldn't mind if we could actually swap as a couple. I told him that Lynn and I would most likely be willing, but that he shouldn't try to force Missy into anything that she really didn't want to do. He said that Missy had told him that she was attracted to me, but her religious upbringing always seemed to get in her way. They had talked in length about opening up their marriage, and she had agreed in principle, but hadn't been able to bring herself to actually do it. I told Bill that Lynn would be waiting for us to return, and that I had promised her that something "special" might happen. He said that he had asked Missy if "tonight was the night," and she told him that she was too tired. As a result, instead of getting mad, he just thought he'd leave the room for a while to cool off (from sexual heat - the thought of him AND Missy making love to others had gotten him going). As we talked, I think that both of us had half hard-ons, thinking about what could have been. The hospitality room was a LONG way from our rooms, and since all of the beer was there, I suggested that we take a couple of six packs back with us. On our way to the room, we noticed that almost just across from our door, the maid service room (where they store towels, sheets, etc) had been left unlocked. We explored the room and sat on a couch while still talking. A devious type of idea was starting to form in my mind, and I asked Bill if he minded Lynn joining us. It was after one o'clock, and he said that sounded like a super idea, and besides, Missy was probably "dead to the world" by then. We left the maid's room, and I slipped into our room. I leaned over Lynn and asked if she wanted to join us in the hallway. We quietly slipped out of the room and joined Bill in the hallway. Lynn and I sat on one side of the hallway, and Bill just opposite us. Now Lynn's baby doll was not see-through, but you could see her nipples poking out under the top, and her panties were visible where the top came up short. She was sitting with her legs together and her arms wrapped around her knees. It was a wonder that with Bill and I only in shorts and T-shirts, and Lynn in her nightie, that someone cruising the halls didn't stumble on this crazy group! Just as that thought crossed my mind, I noticed that Lynn was swinging her legs open and closed, letting Bill see her panties. It was then that I noticed that the panties were not the matching set, but a transparent white pair! I could clearly see her pubic hair, and I suspect that Bill's vantage gave him a view of her lips as well! I grabbed the beer, Lynn's hand, and pulled her toward the maid's room, saying that we'd better get out of the hallway before someone came. Just as we ducked into the room, we heard the sounds of someone coming down the long hallway. We stood by the door listening until they passed, whispering to each other nervously. Lynn looked around and saw all of the towels and sheets, and the sofa, and kind of squealed in delight. Bill asked if we wanted to play some more quarter bounce - "strip quarter bounce". Lynn pointed out that we only had two articles of clothing on, and we reminded her that we had played with as little once in our camper. She said OK, but we needed a cup and a coin (we had neither). She said that maybe we could find something to use in the room and went over to one of the maid's carts (those big roll-around things that they put large quantities of linen into for the laundry). Bill and I were both sporting half erections by then, and when she bent over the tub to rummage, I think that we both went to full mast, seeing her ass and pussy looking so sexy in those panties. As she stayed bent over, I thought, "What the hell, we know what we all want!" and I gripped her panties and pulled them down to her ankles. (Lynn here) I was HOT AS HELL! I knew what was going to happen, and hoped that they both would take me then and there. I stayed bent over and turned my head toward them both, asking, "Do you boys see anything that interests you?" Bill took my hand and pulled me to the couch. On the way, I simply walked out of my panties. I ended up between the two of them, and I had a fantasy flash through my head that the two of them were going to pull me into two halves! Bill and I kissed, and Chuck started pulling my baby-doll over my head, leaving me completely nude. I urged Bill to stand, and pulled his shorts to the floor, leaving his cock bouncing right in front of me. I reached both arms around his ass and pulled his cock straight to my mouth, taking it all in at once. Chuck stripped and sat beside me, watching me suck his best friend. His cock was hard as stone, I knew, so I put one hand to it and started jerking his skin up and down as I continued felating Bill. Chuck started feeling my hot cunt, and I knew that this would be a night to remember! (Chuck here) I was so turned-on that I could have come without touching myself! My wife is soooo beautiful when she's turned-on! Her puss was melting, and I really wanted to suck it very much, but Bill was blocking that access. He soon resolved that by grabbing her head and pulling her off of his cock, saying that he didn't want to come too soon. He sat on the other side of her, and we draped her legs over each of ours. She was hot, turned-on, and gushing as we both grappled a breast and mixed our fingers in her hole or rubbed her clit. It took a little while for us to work things out, but we actually developed a little rhythm alternating clit for hole. She was stroking each of our cocks. (Lynn here) I WAS hot. I can't describe the feeling of being so openly on display, having two men wanting me so obviously, and having their cocks in my hands. When they also started alternating kissing, I felt as if I were SWIMMING in sex, and (they didn't know this), I would have done ANYTHING THEY WANTED!!! Bill finally pulled me around facing him, to sit on his lap, and I reached down to guide his cock into my pussy. That felt great! My boobs were literally dancing in his face, and his cock felt soooo good. I was bouncing in his lap pretty hard. I was starting to feel the warmth of an impending orgasm when Chuck started feeling my ass. My orgasm was much closer when Chuck's finger started circling my asshole. When he inserted it several knuckles deep (I think), I started coming hard! My contractions set Bill off, and we were slapping together audibly. I stayed on his lap, squeezing his cock with my internal muscles, until I felt his cock slide out. Chuck got me off of Bill and urged me to the floor, on my hands and knees between Bill's legs. As I was wondering what he wanted, Chuck slid his cock into me from behind and bent over me to play with my clit and boobs. Bill's cock looked so wet and slimy, but I wanted it hard again, so as Chuck lunged into me from behind, I edged closer to Bill's cock.When I was close enough, I cradled his balls and engulfed his cock again. I could taste myself and his come, and it wasn't that bad! At about the same time, I could feel our combined juices starting to run out of me and down my leg. Again, I felt as if I was swimming in sex, but it was good! Chuck eased out of me and started probing my asshole with his cock. Now under normal circumstances, Chuck's cock is too thick for me to take comfortably back there. But this was not normal. I WANTED to be fucked every way! Bill is lucky that I didn't bite his cock off as Chuck penetrated my ass, but I was concentrating to not do that. Our juices had provided enough lubrication that my hubby's cock really went in quite easily. I was building toward another orgasm again. Bill's cock was standing again! Chuck asked if I wanted to try two at once, and I told him that I would prefer his in my pussy. Chuck asked Bill if he had ever fucked a woman's ass. Bill said, "No, but I sure would like to!" Chuck sat on the couch and I straddled his lap, as I had done earlier. His cock slid in easily. Bill eased up behind me and started circling my asshole with his cock. I told him to just push it in! Since Chuck had already opened me up, Bill slid in easily! I had hands all over me and I went into the longest, most intense series of orgasms that I have ever had. Bill and Chuck surely didn't last very long, but I don't know if I could have stood it much longer! Both of their cocks soon popped out of me, and I luxuriated in feeling their sperm run out of both holes. I lay down on the floor with both legs open, and the two darlings got some of the clean towels and wiped juices off of me. They both touched my pussy and ass, and wondered if I was sore. I told them, "not now, but I may be tomorrow!!" When we re-entered our room, we must have made too much noise, because Missy asked what was going on. We told her that we had just been wandering the halls (thank god that she couldn't see how we were dressed). If she couldn't smell the sex, something was wrong, but she may have been too sleepy. She dozed back off, and early the next morning, Bill was the first into the shower to wash away evidence of HIS involvement. If Missy smelled it on Chuck and me, she would think that he was being his normal, reputedly "horny" self. "Missy and Chuck" would happen later, but I doubt that anything would "top" that night. (My ass was sore the next two days). Lynn and Chuck One More Episode for Lynn's Pleasure... Hi Joan, we really love your stories and your lifestyle! We were out on a boat after another of our famous drunken parties, and Chuck and I were with another couple of friends. Bill, the other guy, (yes the same Bill from before) was married, but his wife was pregnant, and we had not seen her for quite a while. The doctor had told her to refrain from sex, so she had effectively (and I think she took pleasure in it) cut him off. Now, we had been friends with Bill and Missy (his wife) for quite a while, and had played strip poker with the two, and skinny-dipped as well. I knew that Bill was pretty horny. He told us about his "dry spell" often enough, and hubby and I both were starting to feel sorry for him. He is blonde, nice looking about 6'1" and has a very dynamic and forceful personality. How Jennifer (a single girl) ended up with us, I don't know, but I knew that my husband was not having any difficulties watching her 40+ tits. We rode around in Bill's boat until well after dark, and he pulled the boat into a secluded area. We had all had way too much to drink, and the guys talked to us about going skinny-dipping. No one balked, so we all got naked and jumped in! It took a while, but we soon figured out that the water was getting way too cold, so we climbed back in and all four crammed into the cabin to warm up. The moon was high, and the "electronics" in the boat added some ambient light, so we could see a little, but not a lot. We didn't bother to get dressed (I think that we all had the idea that we were going to swim some more after warming up), and took the opportunity to look each other over. Bill put on some soft music and we all dried out and were kind of lying around on the bed (the cuddy cabin is all bed, and with four folks, there is literally NO room to stand or sit, without being on the bed). Somehow we all managed to stretch out with our heads comically crowded together in the bow. Jenny was against one wall, then Bill, me, then Chuck. We started rubbing each other, under the pretense that we were "warming" each other up. I know that both men were taking this opportunity to grab liberal handfuls of both Jenny's and my boobs, and I secretly hoped that it would progress further. Jenny and I were both playfully tugging on some "stiffenings" when I heard Bill moan and say, "God Chuck! I've had about all I can stand! I gotta have SOME!" Chuck's reply was, "Go for it!" Since Bill and Jennifer had been acting like a "couple" all night, it kind of surprised me when he turned to me and kissed me full on the mouth! Bill grasped my leg that was closest to him and pulled it over his legs, effectively "opening me up". He spread my lips, and started alternating between fingering my hole and rubbing my clit. I was moaning audibly. (Chuck here) When I heard Bill say how much he "had to have some," and encouraged him, I kind of secretly hoped that it would be Lynn. But I was also kind of surprised, since he and Jenny had been so "warm' to each other all night. I saw Lynn kind of shudder, and open her legs up even further. That had the result of crowding me tremendously, so I kind of slid lower on the bed, making room for them (and giving me a little better view). Now, I will tell you that that was one of the most exciting views I have ever seen... looking up from below them and seeing Lynn's hand full of Bill's hard-on, slowly jacking it up and down as Bill was sliding one, then two fingers in and out of her hole. I was hard as a rock when I heard Lynn start to moan. About that time, Jenny apparently finally figured out that the other two were going at each other, and she moved down on the bed beside me (remember that this was in the bow, and the bed is very narrow at the top, and broadens out into the full width of the cabin). Jenny whispered in my ear that she was on her period and did not feel like fucking (AHA! Now I KNOW why Bill had so quickly grabbed Lynn... although I knew that he had wanted her for a LONG time. He has always lusted after her fuller figure, as Missy is so slender and petite.) (Lynn here) Chuck and Jennifer were at our feet, and I wondered if they could tell that I was positively dripping! I heard Bill tell Chuck that it had been so long since he had any pussy, that he was going for it. Chuck told him to go ahead, and looked our way as Bill slid between my legs. I reached down to guide his soooo hard cock to my hole, and wrapped my legs over his back as he slammed it all the way in. I alternated between rubbing my clit and his cock and balls until we were both going like crazy. I glanced down and saw that Chuck and Jenny were just feeling each other, and couldn't understand why they weren't fucking, unless my husband wanted to watch me fuck. I thought that if that were what he wanted, he would get it! I rolled Bill onto his back and sat upright to ride his cock. I knew that Chuck would have a better angle at seeing Bill's hard cock opening my cunt completely, and that turned me on even more! I started coming SO HARD. I squeezed Bill's cock with all my strength. I felt him start to come as he picked up the tempo. His juices were running out of my hole, and I hoped that Chuck was getting what he wanted. I lay on top of Bill until his deflated cock slid out of my hole. Then I felt his come running out. (Chuck here) Jenny and I lay there kissing, and she whispered, "Holy shit, Chuck! I think that they are going to FUCK!" I told her that it sure looked that way, and she and I started to neck as we watched them. Jenny was getting excited as Bill slammed into Lynn, and I started rubbing Jenny's clit (I don't have any hang-ups over the menstrual cycle, it is just something else to deal with - but some women AND men are very inhibited about it). I LOVED her tits. They were HUGE and soft as pillows, and I'm sure a little swollen from her "time of the month". I was so excited from watching Lynn, that I thought I might shoot the instant Jenny touched me (but I didn't). Jenny was stroking my cock, and I was fingering her clit. When Bill was done, Lynn rolled off him. Moments later she remounted him, guiding his cock into her opening. As I watched, I was close to ejaculation again!!! I COULD GET TO LIKE THIS!!! I LOVED the smell of pussy; the juicy sounds of the two of them fucking; the sights of my wife's cunt lips being pushed in as they thrust together, and her lips looking like they clung as they withdrew; their grunts and groans; her tits swaying over his face (which he occasionally nibbled at); her buttocks quivering; Bill's cock so shiny from their combined wetness!!! When my sweet Lynn (and Bill) started coming, it set off both Jenny and me as well. I shot long strings of come all over the girl, clear up to her chin! We all lay there panting until we gathered our collective breath, then we got up and went back outside and jumped back into the water. (Lynn here) It was during our swim that Chuck told me about Jennifer being on her period. I really felt sorry for him at the time, but when we got home and talked about what happened. That got us REALLY turned-on!!. I made it up to him.	4
102,022	Joyce with 3 Guys	Hi Joan, I hope you remember me from our earlier correspondence. Well, I had my share of a group thing recently. At a mountain chalet with my boyfriend's old colleagues, we had a barbecue. After that, my boyfriend and two of his ex-colleagues stayed back. We played 'BIG 2,' a card game where the losers have to take off some article of clothing. They told me I had the privilege of having a blanket to cover what I took off. That was the deal, so I played with them. We all sat on the carpet and began to play. Soon, all three of the guys had their shirts and pants off, and I could see that all three had erections bulging in their shorts. As the game went on, I lost my T-shirt and bra, but I had my blanket to cover me, so none of my body was exposed. We had some drinks too while we played. Suddenly, my boyfriend came over and kissed me passionately on my lips. I was a bit surprised and shy about kissing in front of his friends. I don't know what came over him, but his hands reached inside my blanket, and he started caressing my breasts while he kissed me. I was totally shocked having him do that with two other guys sitting there. Well, while he was kissing me, he pulled back the blanket. Then he started massaging both of my breasts. He was still kissing me, so I couldn't see the two guys, but I'll bet his friends' jaws dropped. I don't know what came over me, but I just let my boyfriend do what he was doing. He laid me down and proceeded to kiss me all over. There I was, topless with just my shorts on. At first, I was embarrassed, but his kisses and caresses felt so good I just sort of got into it. I was engrossed in his kiss when I noticed one of his friends come over. He began to massage my left breast. I didn't object. As he did that, my boyfriend (still kissing me) reached into my shorts to finger me. At first, I tried to resist, but soon I gave up, figuring it was too late to do so. Soon the other guy came over and began kissing and sucking my right breast. With that, I felt the first guy move down between my legs. He slowly pulled my shorts and panties down. By that point, I was not resisting anymore. After my shorts and panties were removed, I felt warm breath over my pussy mound, and then the swipe of a tongue across my slit. Soon he was giving my pussy some serious sucking and tongue probing. I began to wiggle in response to the good feelings. My boyfriend broke our kiss and moved down to begin sucking my left breast. When my body trembled in a great orgasm, I found myself pressing my pussy up against the guy's mouth until the trembling of my body subsided. Well, I didn't fuck my boyfriend's two friends that night, but I did suck each of them, and masturbated them. One of them came in my mouth. The other friend came in my hand when I masturbated him. Then my boyfriend spread himself over me and fucked me in front of his friends. We all four fell asleep on the floor. The next morning, I got up and took a shower before crawling, still nude, under the blanket next to my boyfriend again. That woke all three of them, and my boyfriend began kissing me again as we lay on our sides facing each other. I was a little less resistant by then. As we kissed, I felt one of the guys slide under the blanket against my back. Then I felt a hard cock pressing against my back. My boyfriend lifted my upper leg to lay it across his legs. Within minutes, while I continued to neck with my boyfriend, the other guy slid his cock between my legs and into my pussy. I whispered to my boyfriend what was happening, and he just whispered back, "Enjoy it, babe!" Soon the guy shot a load into me, and rolled away. He was quickly replaced by my boyfriend's other friend. Since I was so wet, his cock slid right in with no trouble. He was slower, and was reaching around and playing with my breasts as he pumped within me. Meanwhile, my boyfriend had begun playing with my clit. That time I had a really wonderful orgasm just as the second guy shot his juices into me. I snuggled against my boyfriend, holding his cock in my hand, as the guy behind me just kept his cock buried in my pussy and gently rubbed my back. After a few minutes, my boyfriend said, "My turn," and climbed on me in the missionary position. He said, "Boy, are you wet," as he slipped his cock into me. He lifted himself up enough that my breasts were exposed to the other two guys. They took advantage of the exposure of my tits, each sucking and caressing my breasts and upper body. Then my boyfriend began to pound me to another really great orgasm before shooting more male juice into me. It was certainly a night I will not forget. I must admit it was pretty exciting to have many hands touching me, and having three mouths sucking my nipples, and six hands caressing all over my body. Luv, Joyce	4
102,061	How My Wife Began to Cuckold Me	Here is our story. My wife is a South Asian immigrant from a very conservative religious background. She says I was her first, but I never saw any blood when we first did it, and I think that she did it with one of the guys who she said she had innocent relationships with before she came to the US. My wife is a small woman, but with C-cup breasts. She was 42 when this situation first started. I was 46. It is now eight years later. We were married more than 20 years when I noticed that when she talked about some guy who had made a pass at her that day at work, or at the supermarket, or gas station, it turned me on. Through the Internet, I found out that a lot of married men were turned-on by this sort of thing, and I started to ask her for reports, and encouraged her to flirt back. I asked her which men were after her at work, and asked if she might like to fuck them. She said no, and said I was crazy and sick for suggesting it. However, she did play along sometimes. One thing that she would do is let me enter apart from her when we went out to a dance club, and let me watch as she got hit on, and as she talked to and danced with men. That turned me on, and made my heart race tremendously. I kept asking her to take it further. It took five years from the time I first suggested it to the time she finally did it. Things heated up when I got a job that required me to spend a lot of time away from home. She started flirting with one of the younger guys at work. She admitted she would have "done it," if he had made the move... but it didn't happen. She also went out with her single co-workers when I was away, and danced and took phone numbers. She met one guy who she said she was attracted to, but his travel prevented a hook-up. Finally a former co-worker who used to flirt with her a lot came to town and called her up. I was away at the time. She told me about his call, and said that she might "do it" with him... just for me. I talked with her on the phone just before she went out. She told me she was dressing in a low-cut sweater, skirt and black stockings. She told me that unless I said no, she was going to do it. I told her to go for it. I talked to her the next day. She was a bit upset and hung over. It wasn't until I got back home that I got the full story about her night out with the guy. She told me she met him at a local pub/restaurant, and they drank. She ordered a Margarita, then another before they ordered dinner. She ended up drinking four through the night, which is a lot for her. He then invited her to the place he was staying. It was an apartment that a friend away on business had let him use for the visit. On their way up the stairs, he picked her up and carried her up the stairs, his hand brushing her breast on the way. In the apartment, he put her on a couch, and then put on some music, giving her a beer. It wasn't long before he asked her to dance to a slow tune. He held her close and played with her hair, complimenting her on how good she smelled. Afterward, he kept running his hand up and down her back. She told him how good it felt, and asked him if he gave massages. He was only too happy to give her a massage. He rolled out a comforter on the floor, and pulled her down onto it. As she lay down face up, her skirt rode up high on her thighs. He stopped her from pulling it down, saying, "Let me see those beautiful legs." He then massaged her legs and worked his way up and inside her thighs. Soon he had his hands inside her sweater and under her bra. She said she weakly tried to push his hand away, but the line had been crossed. He bent over to kiss her while he worked her breasts. He undressed her... first her sweater and bra, then her skirt. He sucked her nipples (which I know turns her on tremendously). She said he then moved his hand down into her panties and pantyhose. She said she knew she was very wet. When he felt that, he pulled her panties and hose down and put his mouth on her pussy, licking and sucking her. She said she felt helpless and could not resist anymore as he licked her and touched and gently pulled her breasts. He then got up quickly and pulled his pants down and rolled a condom over his hard cock. She said that he was like me, about 6", but thicker. She then felt guilty and resisted briefly as he began to penetrate her. Then she pushed him off. He begged her, so she grabbed his cock and started sucking it. He turned around on top of her and they started 69ing. The alcohol she drank was having more of an effect on her, and she began to feel a bit woozy. She reported that she came several times, but that he hadn't come, probably because of the alcohol. She was sucking and stroking him with the condom on... and finally he came. Then she said she felt guilty and started crying. About that time she got sick from the booze, vomiting in the bathroom. It wasn't the best experience, but that was only the first time. He went home to his city the next day, and she hasn't seen that particular guy since. After my wife gave me her full report, she cuddled with me and we had some hot sex. As we lay in each other's arms enjoying the afterglow of our mutual climaxes, she admitted that playing with another guy's cock, sucking him, and almost having full sex with him had been very erotic. It wasn't long before she smiled and acknowledged that in fact it had all turned her on a lot. I told her I thought it was time for her to find another guy with whom she could fully enjoy unbridled sex... now that that first awkward situation was behind her. She was hesitant, but over the next few days she agreed that it might be fun. I was in town for a couple weeks, so as we had done in earlier days, we began going to a dance club on weekends. She would go in alone, dressed in sexy attire (driving in her own car), and I would follow several minutes later. I would sit at the bar. She would sit alone at a table. As we had done in those earlier days, I watched as guys hit on her. But now she was letting herself be hit on... and she responding when guys caressed her while dancing with her. Even that first night a handsome guy invited her to join him at a motel... and she went! She didn't even make eye contact with me as they left. I followed them out to the parking lot and discreetly watched as she made out with him in his car before they left. Gosh, that turned me on. When they pulled out, I followed from a safe distance. I guess I would not have had to do that. She told me later that she had noticed me following and had told the guy she was with that, "My husband is in the car behind us. But, don't worry about it, he wants me to fuck another man." The guy was a little surprised, and seemed to watch my car drive by when they stopped at a motel. I drove by a while later and did not see his car. They either got a room in the back, or went on to another motel. I drove home and waited... for three hours. That's when my wife arrived home. Her hair was a mess, and her clothes were wrinkled... but she had a smile on her face. "I did it," she proudly announced as she walked into our bedroom. All I could say was, "Good for you. Did you enjoy yourself?" Without replying, she removed all her clothes and climbed into bed with me. She took my hand and put it between her legs. She was very wet! She said, "Yes, I did it... all the way this time... and without a condom. He was a very good lover, and I plan to see him again tomorrow night. What do you think about that?" I couldn't believe it. My wife of 25 years had gone from absolute disinterest in sex with another guy... through a less-than-favorable experience... to actually having sex with a guy. More than that, she had actually let the guy deposit his juices inside her! She claimed he gave her several orgasms. She reached down and found that my cock was hard, stimulated by the knowledge of what she had just done. She pulled me up on top of her and aimed my cock into her wet pussy. As I slid in, I noticed a new sensation. My cock was being lubricated by another guy's cum! I started to gently screw my wife as she told me what she had done with her new lover. Apparently she had sucked him off until he came, and let him eat her to orgasm... they rested... then he fucked her missionary style for a while. She said that before she left he also fucked her in the doggy position. Hearing all that, I soon picked up my pace and pounded her until we both climaxed. The next day over breakfast, we talked. I asked her if she really intended to meet him again. Rather firmly, she informed me, "Absolutely." That was the beginning of a rather long series of new lovers for my wife. The more she fucked other guys, the more confident she became, and the more she seemed to love the variety. I had formally become a cuckold husband... and I was enjoying my new role. She always gives me full reports upon her return, and we always have great sex before we fall asleep.Generally, my wife sees other guys when I am out of town, and keeps herself for me when I am home. I have never met any of her lovers, but she always tells me every little detail about their lovemaking techniques. My dear wife has become very confident in her sexuality and has brought home some new lovemaking techniques that she shares with me. She has become an expert in giving me oral pleasure. She has also helped me learn how to orally please her at a higher level. I have purchased my wife several new sets of very sexy clothing for her to wear on her outings. That's one way I feel I am a part of her adventures. Of course, her detailed reports are what really keep me in the loop and make me feel as though I am a part of the fun she has. While others may not understand a relationship like ours, I love it!	4
102,127	The First MFM for This Early 40's Couple Was Great!	Here is a report on the first experience my wife and I had with a threesome/wife sharing. We have had several more since. Things could not have worked out better for our first threesome "date"! She had said all along that she didn't want to know in advance, as she'd probably worry about it too much and chicken out. I had tried to set up a "chance" encounter for a seduction, but that guy was a no-show. This time, mid-week I told my wife that we were going to try to hook up with someone on Saturday. I told her we were going to do it, and to my surprise, she actually got into the planning, choosing her clothes, etc. She was still very nervous, but she also was looking forward to finally doing it after talking about it for so long! On Saturday, she went shopping for the right outfit and underwear. We packed a suitcase with candles, toys, lube, and condoms, and checked into the hotel. We went to dinner at the hotel restaurant. Halfway through dinner, she suddenly said, "I'm going to be mad if he doesn't show up! Feel how wet I am!" She took my hand and slid it under her skirt so I could feel the dampness of her thong! That's when I knew that she was definitely going to be OK with the evening. I was hoping like hell he wouldn't no-show on us! We went back to the room, showered, etc., and had a couple of cocktails while waiting for "Matt" to call to confirm he was on his way, and to get our room number. He was 15 minutes late in calling, and my wife was very antsy as we waited for the call. When the knock came at the door, we both jumped! After some initial introductions, Matt made a drink and sat in the only chair, which was 5 feet from the bed, while my wife and I sat on the bed, kind of facing him. We made some small talk as we sipped/chugged our drinks. I took my wife's glass and set it aside as I started kissing her, to warm her up. She was shaking a little from the nervous excitement of making out in front of a stranger. I kissed her neck and ears (that drives her crazy) as I unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her nipples poking against the sheer lacy bra underneath. She said later that she had a little "O" as I nibbled her ear when she opened her eyes and saw Matt looking at her! I slid my hand under her skirt and teased her by running my hand all around her pussy, without touching it directly. I unzipped the side of her skirt, and she slid out of it, revealing her thigh-highs and thong. We lay back on the bed and as I continued to make-out with her and tease her nips, I motioned for Matt to join in. I wasn't looking, but I could tell when Matt first made contact with her by the way she jumped and then arched her back as she came! He and I each sucked one of her nipples as he ran his hands over her body. He concentrated his efforts between her legs before he moved down to taste her. Matt fondled and licked my wife for a LONG time as I sucked her nipples, kissed her, and then knelt by her head so she could suck me. As she sucked me, she spread her legs wide, and wiggled her hips, as Matt tongued her to several orgasms. Suddenly I couldn't hold back, and had the orgasm of my life from her hungrily sucking my cock... and as she came from Matt's oral skills! I let my cock "soak" in her mouth for a while, while I enjoyed the view of Matt's face between my wife's thighs! I got up to get a washcloth to wipe the spillage from my wife's lips and cheeks. When I came out of the bathroom, I found that they had changed positions. My wife was straddling Matt's head, facing his feet, with her hand rubbing Matt's cock through his underwear. She looked up and smiled, since she knew how much I liked 69, and then reached down to spread her pussy to give Matt's tongue more intimate access. I stood mesmerized as she moved herself on his tongue. She slowly pulled down his undies so she could give him better attention. Seeing my wife riding a stranger's tongue while stroking his cock was making me hard as hell again! She humped Matt's tongue to a back-arching, nipple-hardening orgasm, and then she kind of collapsed forward with her head in a strategic location and her mouth inches from his hard cock. She paused to rest for a second, and then took him in her hand and planted a kiss on his cock head before looking over at me and flicking her tongue out to taste him. She kept watching me as she kissed and licked him. She said later she wanted to make sure I was still OK with her doing that. She also said it was obvious it was OK, as she could see how hard I was! She then began to suck him into her mouth, alternating with licks and kisses. Matt was somewhat larger than I am, but his size didn't seem to be a problem for her. She still got 3/4 of him into her mouth. I could tell she didn't want him to come yet, by the way she sucked him into her mouth for 3 or 4 good down-strokes, and then pull it out and kiss/lick his cock and balls. Seeing the outline of the head of his cock, as it stretched her cheek when she turned to look at me was VERY hot! After "teasing" him for a while, she turned around to face him and straddled his cock. Her wet pussy (I could see the glistening by the candle light) was a couple of inches above his hard cock. While looking directly at me with a smile on her face, she reached down, wrapped her fingers around his cock, and slowly pressed the head between her pussy lips, and massaged her clit for a minute or two with his throbbing cock. After teasing him (and me) for what seemed like a long time, she looked back over at me again as she positioned Matt's cock at the entrance to her pussy. Then she slowly slid herself down over his length. She arched her back, and let out a soft cry as she completely engulfed him and began to grind her clit against the base of his cock. I was overwhelmed with the joy and pleasure of knowing she actually had her first "extra guy" cock inside her. It was so hot knowing he was fully inside her, and watching her lean forward to guide her nipple into his mouth, holding his head up tight to her breast! She then got her feet under her so she was squatting over his cock and started "squat-fucking" him, slamming herself up and down his cock with skin-slapping and squishy-fucking noises galore! She fucked herself on his cock for a lot longer than I thought Matt was going to be able to hold back. She later said she could kind of tell when to slow down so he wouldn't come. When her legs got tired, she just got back on her knees, still straddling him with his cock inside her. I had told him we wanted to try a DP. He took that opportunity to pull my wife forward so she was against his chest and her ass was pointing (invitingly) toward me. I was hard. I took some lube and started playing with her ass. Matt reached around her and pulled her cheeks apart as I slowly slid one, then two fingers in and out of her ass to get her ready. She came hard, just from those preliminaries. I was a little worried that all that stimulation might be too intense for her... but I could also tell she was enjoying everything. I knelt behind her and gently slid my cock into her ass, instantly feeling her squeeze down on both of us hard as she came. Then she lay still as we moved inside her, kind of getting a rhythm going. Soon she moved her hips to slide on and off our cocks. I'm most definitely not gay, but I was turned-on by the feel of his cock fucking my dear wife's pussy as I fucked her ass. I didn't last as long as I wanted to before I came while sliding in and out of her ass. Then I pulled out. She then began taking long strokes on Matt's cock, lifting herself almost off, before sliding back down, pressing herself tight against the base of his cock. She kept going, quickening the pace slowly, and leaning forward to kiss his chest and lick his nipples. I played with her breasts and pinched her nipples (which generally makes her come harder when the timing is right) as she rode him. As their pace picked up, I stepped back to watch her fuck herself silly as she milked his cock with her pussy. I watched from slightly behind her, so I could see her pussy stretched around his thick, long cock as she rode him. She suddenly arched back and began pinching her own nipples as he began lifting his hips off the bed to meet her mid-stroke. When she reached back and massaged his balls, I knew she could feel him cumming, since she does that to me, and it drives me crazy. When he was done, she laid there for a while with his cock inside her, before she slipped off and stretched out between us on the bed. We all rested for a while, and then my wife got him hard again. She got on her knees by the bed and sucked him until he came. He then reciprocated by licking her to orgasm several more times. Then she and I fucked while Matt lay next to us watching. At that point, my wife was totally fucked out and exhausted. Matt got dressed and left! She and I fucked several more times (once in the hotel room before we left, and a couple of times after we got home).It was about 2 hours of bliss for both of us! Happily, my wife had enjoyed her two-guy action so much that she has welcomed several MFM sessions since.	4
102,139	Fantasy Sharing Leads to MFM Fun	Hi everyone! Our entry into the shared wife lifestyle started when she and I began sharing fantasies shortly after we were married in 1990. We were in the middle of hot foreplay, and somehow the fantasy of having others join in our shared sex came up. In discussion as to who would tell more about their fantasy, my wife came up with a great idea. We would each write our top three fantasies on a scrap of paper, put all the scraps in a cookie jar, and then we'd pull one out each week. Then we would decide if we would act on it. I thought it was a cute idea. We flipped a coin for the first draw. We had already agreed that if the other was uncomfortable with the fantasy, we wouldn't do it without further discussion. I won the toss and drew out the first scrap. It was a fantasy my wife had written... her having sex with a coworker (Mike) and me at the same time. She told me she had been giving him oral sex in the company pickup truck on their lunch breaks before we started dating, and still wanted to have him inside her. She was afraid I'd be put off by the idea. But it made me hard as a rock, and I instantly agreed it was a good idea! That's how we got started on what turned into an eight-year relationship with her lover. It ended when he took a job in Canada and then remarried. We had Mike (her fantasy lover) the week after our first drawing, on a workday. It was to be a morning threesome, but I was detained at work. They had already finished when I arrived to join them at our house. The sloppy seconds were great (as always!), and later that morning I watched as Mike got hard again and took her again, cumming deep inside her. As the relationship developed, I told Mike he could come over whenever he liked. He would arrive and take her upstairs for sex without even calling before coming. That added spontaneity to their fun, and my wife and I loved it. Mike was built small, but he was a heavy cummer. My wife loved it when he just let go and came quickly, since I would often be there to finish her, before Mike took her again. Needless to say, we had some great times... including evenings that Mike spent with her while I was traveling for work. It's good to know your wife is well cared for when you are traveling!	3
102,187	Linda Gets Multiple Fillings at Adult Bookstore	Hi! This is Lisa writing. A few years ago, my husband and I introduced ourselves to wife-sharing and gang-banging, particularly with well-hung black men. Since then, we have had many exciting erotic adventures, and we avail ourselves of every opportunity to indulge our kinky habits. I told my husband that if he wanted to see me getting screwed by other men, then he would get to see it often. Well, as my husband can attest, I have more than kept my word, letting eager studs fill me over and over again while he watches and joins in. In several of the swinger's magazines we have read, there are ads put in by couples looking for men to screw the wife in adult bookstores or adult movies. Most of these ads suggest that the wife wants the husband to instruct her to suck or fuck any man she wants. All of this got me quite horny, and I thought my husband might be interested in investigating these actions further. Indeed he was! When I asked him whether he would like to see me having sex with strangers in a situation like that, he replied, "I would love to see you servicing man after man... you know that!" "And do you want them to take me any way they want?" I asked. "You bet!" was the short answer. "And will you clean out their cum afterwards?" I asked. "You know I love to do that." Therefore, we decided to set up something at the very next opportunity. Just a note here: Before I met my husband, I had participated in many threesomes, but all involved another woman. My husband and I had tried several such scenes, at my request, before we ever tried another man. My husband still gets off on having another woman in bed, as do I, although now we both prefer another man. My husband was turned-on to this scene when he was a teenager... being the third party involved in sharing a man's wife. Since then he regularly introduced his girlfriends to this type of activity, and apparently never had problem finding willing participants. I am certainly not surprised. I think many women would jump at the opportunity to go to bed with more than one man at a time, particularly with their husband's approval! I also have to tell you that I have always been somewhat of an exhibitionist, dressing in the sexiest clothing possible. I have nice large breasts with very prominent nipples (my husband tells me they remind him of pencil erasers), and although my breasts sag slightly, it makes them bounce all the more, as I never wear a bra when we go out to pick up men. At a few bars we have gone to, men have come on to me, and my husband has pretended he didn't know me, letting the men take me outside for a quick fuck. I always tell them it has to be a fast one, because my husband is coming by to pick me up in a short while, which of course he does. Then I thrill him with a recount the details of how the man had me, as he is feeling my sopping wet pussy all the way home! Anyway, back to the story... The next Saturday evening found us outside one of our city's many notorious "Adult Bookstores," ready to go in and see what experiences we would have. We had heard a lot about this place, how it was notoriously raunchy, and how sex scenes with men's wives took place there occasionally. We figured that if there was any place to explore our fantasy, this was it, and so we got out of the car. I was wearing a low-cut, sheer wrap-around dress with no bra and no underwear... as my husband had requested me to do. My large breasts bounced noticeably as I walked, and my erect nipples were clearly showing through the thin material. When we entered the store, I noticed that my slutty look seemed to interest all the men who saw me. There must have been 7-10 guys browsing through the magazine racks. All of the magazines had "graphic" pictures on them, displaying women with big breasts and spread pussies, others being fucked in the ass, some being gang-banged, and some with other women, etc. We browsed through a few, until my husband whispered to me (loud enough for the guys to hear) that we should go to the back to see some skinflicks. As we walked up to the counter to get some quarters for the machines, I couldn't help noticing that some of the men had moved closer for a better view. Getting five dollars worth of quarters, we stepped to the back of the store to find the movies. Passing through a curtain, we found ourselves in a narrow hallway with doors leading off from both sides. On the wall to our left were posters advertising the different movies being shown that day. Selecting one that looked as if it might be good, we walked further down the hall until we came to the booth that had the movie that we had chosen to watch. We entered the dimly-lit booth, and somehow found the slot to put the quarters in. The movie featured a girl with two guys. This beautiful blonde with very large breasts was on her knees sucking one guy's cock while the other was fucking her from behind. After a few minutes of avidly fucking and sucking these studs, they all moved over to a big bed. As the first guy lay down on his back, she slowly straddled him... guiding his meaty cock into her cunt. They quickly resumed fucking each other again. The other guy walked up and started to rub Vaseline all over his cock, as he played with her wide-spread ass. About that time the movie stopped, so my husband put in a few more quarters. As the movie resumed, the camera zoomed in to a close-up shot of the first guy's cock sliding in and out of the woman's juicy pussy. Then the blonde leaned forward over the first eagerly-pumping stud as the second man got into position to mount her backside. The blonde vixen started gasping as the well-hung second lover slipped his cock slowly into her upturned ass. Even though his big dick was thoroughly lubricated, it took some time before he finally had it stuffed all the way up her ass. The movie scene must have begun to turn-on my husband, because he soon started to play with my breasts. At first he just massaged and kneaded them through the thin material, but soon he unwrapped my dress and commenced to feel my fully-exposed and aroused mammaries from behind. For a reason that I wouldn't understand until somewhat later, he turned me away from the movie screen and had me face one of the walls. Reaching around from behind, he swung my dress to the side, completely exposing my entire naked body to the wall... and he slowly shoved his erect cock into me. After a couple more minutes, the movie ended again... but instead of putting in more quarters, my husband suggested we select another booth. After we had rearranged our clothing, we once again stepped out into the hallway, this time to find several men casually observing us. That excited me. We quickly entered another booth... a somewhat larger one this time... and inserted a couple of quarters to begin a second movie. This flick began with a good-looking muscular black man fucking a gorgeous brunette up the ass. We both found the film highly erotic, and watched the screen avidly until the stud pulled out, giving us a good look at his equipment. I couldn't believe the size of his cock. It must have been 13 inches long, very big around, and curved strongly upward past his navel. After playing with his massive tool for a few minutes, the girl started to suck it. Of course because of his size, she couldn't take all of him, but she was trying. Watching her attempts to deep-throat the "black stallion" made me very excited, so I soon dropped to my knees and pulled my husband's large cock free from his pants. As I began to suck on his hard lollipop, he once again pointed me in the direction of a wall. Once again, he unwrapped my sexy dress and began to caress my lust-engorged breasts, bringing my nipples to full erection. Soon the initial movie segment ended, and my husband once again inserted more quarters. After all, we still hadn't seen the black stud get his rocks off! As I continued to suck on my husband's juicy cock, he reached for my hand and directed it toward the wall. He said, "It looks like things are about to start heating up." He then pressed my hand against the wall, allowing it to rest against the smooth surface. Then he slowly guided it downward, making me wonder what he was doing. Then my hand came into contact with something hard and warm... and definitely very human feeling. As I looked down in the near-darkness, I could hardly believe what I was seeing. A hole had been cut out of the wall... and extending full-length through it was a man's big cock. The obviously-ready tool was standing rigidly at attention... about 9 inches in length, very thick, with a large head. My husband wrapped my hand around the stranger's eagerly awaiting joy-stick, as he encouraged me to gently stroke and feel it. With a nice warm tingle beginning to rise in my eager pussy, I started to play with this "unknown" cock, running my fingers up and down the length. Soon afterward my husband guided my head to the stranger's already leaking tool.I could sense that he was getting excited at the idea of seeing me suck the big cock that was sticking through the hole in the wall. Not wanting to disappoint him, I slowly started to lick and fondle the shaft, feeling the veins and licking his hairy balls. To no surprise, I started to get excited, and eagerly commenced to suck the man into my mouth. At first I could hardly swallow him... the head was almost as large as my fist... but eventually I could take in about 5 inches of his hot shaft. Then I had a better idea. Getting up, I pressed my ass against the wall, feeling the cock slide between my legs, letting the large, pulsing knob brush up against my pussy, but not yet letting it enter me. Then I slowly began to slide back and forth, allowing the stiff shaft to almost enter my wet slit... but not quite. As he didn't want to be left out of the action, my husband had me bend forward so that I could start sucking on his cock once again. I'd never felt his cock so hard. I started to give him my best blow job, slurping up and down on his cock the best way I know how. At that point my husband, noticing that I was not yet impaled on the stranger's juicy fuck-stick, said that he didn't want to be the only one to cum in me. Taking the hint, I reached behind me and slowly guided the "strange cock" toward the slit of my ready fuck-hole. Although my pussy was wet and slippery, at first I could take only a couple of inches of the big cum-shooter into me. However, as I slowly started to thrust back and forth on his erection, he gradually filled me completely. As I pressed back toward the wall, the cock soon started to pump me fast and furious. Squeezing my nipples tightly, my mate came in my mouth. As I tried to swallow all of his cum, I felt the "strange cock" begin to throb and pump its copious cum-load into my pussy. I could feel volley after volley being fired into my receptive channel... and I immediately started an orgasm of my own. After resting for a minute, the man slowly slipped out of my pussy, and I felt his large creamy load start to run down my legs. I heard a voice from behind the wall say, "Don't move." I stood still, wondering what to expect. Seconds later another large cock probed my sperm-filled pussy through the hole. As I was so well lubricated by the previous man's deposit, this one just slid right into me with one easy stroke. As my new lover started to vigorously shove his fat tool in and out, my husband said, "God, I love the way you are letting these total strangers fuck you! When he finishes shooting, turn around and let me clean you out with my tongue. I imagine you will have lots packed inside you!" That immediately set me off into another large orgasm. The man on the other side of the wall must have felt my contractions, because within seconds he started grunting and cumming in large gushes and spurts deep inside me. After pumping what felt like the sperm equivalent of the Mississippi River into my more-than-willing cunt, he slowly withdrew. I quickly turned around to present my twice flooded, gushing pussy to my husband. He eagerly began lapping and sucking the combined juices. There was certainly enough of the gooey liquid crammed inside me. I just hoped he wouldn't drown in it all! The fact that it had been deposited by total strangers... men neither of us could see... was more than a turn-on for both of us. Then I turned my face toward the hole in the wall, and saw an eye looking through it at us. I realized the first men must have told others about the hot slut who had so eagerly serviced them. Licking my lips, I whispered through the wall, "Why don't you shove your hard cock through there and join in?" A large, erect cock and balls were quickly shoved through the opening, and I realized he must have been masturbating while he watched us. This cock was a real beauty, long and thick, with a wide, cobra-like head... and fat, juicy veins running the entire length. Below it, two nice fat balls were hanging... already throbbing in anticipation of shooting their load. I looked back at my husband and saw that he had noticed the new playmate we had. Then he said, "I think you should give him a blow job!" As my husband went back to sucking me, I leaned down and took the cock in my hands and began to stroke it. It began to drool pre-cum, and I wanted a taste. I took the cock into my mouth and began to savor the taste and texture of the sweaty flesh. Slowly I managed to get more and more of that man-log shoved into me until my lips pressed against his curly pubic hair. Then I wantonly slid my mouth back and forth along the length, letting it hit the back of my throat every time. His pre-cum was continually leaking out his open slit, and I figured he must not have cum for a long while. Meanwhile, my husband had decided he wanted to watch me deep-throating the man. Holding onto me, he slowly inserted his erection into my still-sopping wet pussy and watched my efforts over my back. Ah, that felt good! Nothing like a good fat cock fucking me while I suck another one off. It didn't take long for the man to blow the contents of his big balls out in a torrent. I tasted his yummy sperm as it slid down my throat into my receptive stomach. To my disappointment the man pulled his cock away before I could clean him up. Then to my delight another hard cock appeared through the hole. I sucked him to a gooey climax as well. My husband was overwhelmed with my show. His furious pumping produced another squealing orgasm in me. He was showing signs of his own climax. I turned and asked him to let me taste his cum. He nodded, and pulled out of my slick hole. I sat on the bench and took his shaking cock into my mouth and sucked until he filled my mouth with his wonderful-tasting cum. "Damn, your cum tastes soooo good," I said. Grinning, he said, "Good, because I'm more than happy to let you taste it any time." I grinned back at him with cum-smeared lips and said, "I want more." He pulled me up into his arms and said, "That can be arranged." Then I noticed another hot, horny cock sticking through the hole in the wall. I looked at my husband and said, "I want this one in my pussy." He smiled as I backed-up against the wall and guided the rock-hard shaft into my wet cunt... shaking all over as yet another strange cock filled me up. I just kept my bottom against the hole and let my anonymous lover pump into me. While he fucked me, I sucked my husband's beautiful cock again. The lewdness of getting fucked through the hole was enough to send me into another enjoyable orgasm. In altogether-too-short a span of time, the man's cock began to expand, and I received another nice load of sperm deep inside my pussy. The rapidly shrinking tool in my cunt then slipped out, to be replaced almost immediately by the largest cockhead I had ever felt. The sensations produced by this large cockhead against my pussy lips was very intense, and I became very curious about the humungous organ that was trying to enter me so forcefully. I wanted to turn around and look at it... but I liked the sensations it aroused as the huge tool steadily worked its way inside me. Slowly, the cock soon slipped into my cum-filled pussy. It was incredibly thick and long, completely filling my still somewhat-resisting passage... to the very depths. Fortunately, all the cocks I had previously fucked that day prepared me for this monster, otherwise I would have had a difficult time of it, indeed. As I felt it make its way even deeper into my body, I felt another climax building. The girth of this guy was incredible. It took only three good pumps and I climaxed with a muffled scream. Then my curiosity was getting the best of me, I slowly pulled away from the wall to look at that amazing cock. Shoved full length into our cubicle was one of the largest, blackest pieces of fuck-meat I had ever seen. And, I've seen lots! That thing was enormous. I figured it was at least fourteen inches long... and as thick around as a baseball bat. His balls were massive and heavy, hanging down like twin punching bags, almost a full six inches beneath his thick shaft. They looked like true sperm-pumpers! As I slowly stroked and sucked his heavily-veined, turgid, pussy-stretcher... my husband said, "I can't wait to see what your pussy looks like after that big boy finishes filling you up!" I knew what he meant... he loves it when my hole is a wide open, gaping sloppy mess... with thick white goo dripping out and running down my legs. I also knew that the enormous piece of meat in my hands was just the tool that could accomplish the job! Accordingly, I turned around again and lasciviously eased the massive weapon back into my wet cunt, taking it slowly all the way to the bloated balls. Wow... did that man ever fill this girl completely! Seeing that, my husband once again eased his own throbbing tool deep into my waiting throat. I didn't know whether he could cum again so soon, but he was hard as a rock, probably from watching my other end getting pumped repeatedly by that coal-black giant. This two-way, in-out rhythm continued for several minutes, with me being impaled repeatedly from both front and back, until I heard a voice from the other side of the wall groan, "I'm cumming... get ready for a flood!" Boy, was that the understatement of the year! With his huge cock shoved fully into me, what felt like a veritable Niagara Falls was gushing and pumping continuously into my very womb. I could feel my wide-stretched pussy furiously milking his expanding dick! When he finished shooting into me, he pulled back and his cock disappeared from the hole. After resting a bit, I decided to take the initiative and approached one of the holes in the wall.Peering through the cutout, I could see that someone was looking back at me. Feeling excited, I opened the front of my wrap-around and pressed my erect nipple through the opening. I was immediately rewarded by the feeling of someone's hot mouth licking and sucking it. Pulling gently, the stranger managed to squeeze a little of my breast through the hole and continued to suck on it. Not yet ready for another go round, my husband sat back, gave his approval, and watched for a few minutes. Feeling my legs starting to get tired after a while of bending over, I stood up, then sat in the chair and started masturbating my wet pussy while the man watched. After several minutes, we heard him whisper through the hole that he would like to join us. Looking around at my husband, I saw him nod his head, so I whispered back to the stranger that we would love some company to help things out. When the man entered the tiny room, he did not say a word, but quickly knelt before me, slowly lifted my dress out of the way, and started to suck on my pussy. The fact that it had obviously so-recently been used didn't seem to bother him in the least. Seeing another man on my pussy, my husband pulled his cock out and brought it to my mouth. Feeling the pleasurable sensation of the tongue on my clit, I started to suck in earnest on his once-again-erect organ. Suddenly my husband pulled his cock out of my mouth and unlocked the door. Wondering why he was leaving, I started to get up. Then I realized that he was not leaving... he was letting in another guy. The more, the merrier, as I always say. While the newcomer quickly unzipped and started to pull off his pants, revealing a nice hefty stiff pecker, I again sat on the chair. Once again the first guy started to suck my pussy, moving his tongue rapidly inside me. I lifted my legs on top of his shoulders and leaned back to enjoy his services. At that moment the second man brought his large, menacing cock toward my vacant oral orifice, and I started to suck him. Those guys obviously didn't like to waste any time, and neither did I. After a couple of minutes I switched positions and got on my knees on the bench-like chair, once again letting the second man fill my mouth with his meat. The first guy inserted his solid shaft into me from the rear and started to fuck me, slowly at first and then faster and faster. He soon came buckets inside me, and withdrew. Then the one fucking my mouth pulled out, got behind me and started to insert first one, and then several fingers into my wet, cum-filled pussy... retrieving a large glob of the other man's jism. He then started to rub the collected juices into my ass hole. After a few minutes he inserted several cum-coated fingers into my hot rectum. My new lover then stood up and slowly started to fuck my sperm-loaded cunt. Pulling out after a few strokes, he put the head of his cock against my back door. Feeling me push eagerly backward toward him, he started to insert his fat cock into my ass. Being lubricated with the other men's cum and my juices, it entered me easily. Then he squeezed my ass cheeks together and started to butt-fuck me with a steady rhythm. My husband, not wanting to be left out, shoved his cock into my mouth again. As I sucked and slurped on his hard pole. To my surprise, he soon came again. The first guy, deciding he would like a blow-job as well, took my husband's place. My hot mouth soon brought him back up to full size. Having one cock up my ass and another in my mouth... I was in ecstasy. After the guy fucking me in my ass came, the one that I was giving head to got behind me and he too started to fuck me in my very well-lubricated poop-chute. He fucked me very rapidly from the start, obviously not being used to a woman so wantonly and willingly letting total strangers pork her like that. After four or five minutes he came copiously once again, leaving hot fuck-juice oozing out of me in a steady stream. By that time, my husband and I were both tired and satiated, having both experienced many mind-blowing orgasms. After the men thanked us for the wonderful time, they both got dressed and left the cubicle. Finally, my husband and I got ourselves together and left the booth. As we walked through the bookstore, I couldn't help noticing that many of the men were watching me, or I should say my ass... probably wanting their own chance to give me their hot meat injections. Well, I thought, keep watching for us, because we definitely have decided to return to sample the goods again.	3
102,189	Annie Finds That Weighter Guys Can Be Fun Too	Hi Joan. I'm glad you liked my story (How Annie And Her Husband Expanded Their Sex Life). Sorry, I'm not really a writer or anything close to that. Thanks for "brushing-up" my work. Have you gotten many replies to your Internet posting? I would like to read some of the stories you have received that feature gals with multiple-men, especially any new ones you may have. I would like to share a couple of things with you concerning our alternate lifestyle. We are a couple that started with nothing financially and made good. We have no wants that can't be obtained. In our new lifestyle, we have found couples at all levels of financial security, and have found that the ones with the most money are a bit snobbish. The couples that are more middle-class are the most fun and easiest to get along with. With our kind of get-togethers, no one needs to spend a lot of money. We have never been into the "travel with us to the Islands and spend a week in bliss" people. We just like to have fun and then go home and have more fun. Another thing that I discovered (accidentally) are big men. Not just big between the legs. My husband is a really physically-fit 47-year-old guy. I had never really imagined myself having sex with someone who was overweight. One time in a group situation, a larger (weight and size) guy came up behind me and entered me from the rear, doggy-style. He was so gentle and talented that when I looked back, I was stunned. I was really enjoying this big guy no matter how much he weighed. We met with this fellow and his wife a few times after that and had incredible sex. His wife told me that she has found that big guys out-perform the lighter ones. I checked it out myself at a couple of parties and... lo and behold... I found her to be right. Now I don't stay away from the big guys. They are part of my fun. I just wish more women would try one and see for themselves. I've gotten to feel sorry for some of the big guys I have met and had great times with. At a couple of the parties I have seen the heavier guys just ignored by a lot of the women. I asked a couple of the women if they had ever had a big guy... and they just said, "Oh, heavens no." Their loss. Do you have any way of getting the word out there about the special pleasures the big guys can give us? They need some backing from more people. Yes, I am glad my husband is physically-fit and all. I am also glad that I am still 108 lbs. I have not convinced my husband yet to really give large girls a chance. He has been with a couple of larger women, but really prefers smaller ones. Oh well. Have a great week and send some more stories. Just no animal stories. I can't get into that yet. Maybe sometime. Annie September 3, 1998 A Reply From Joan... Yes Annie, I have received lots of E-Mail since my Internet posting. I am amazed how many couples (and single gals) have begun to explore the pleasures of multiple-partner sex play. I guess we're not the odd ones after all. I was pleased to see your comments about larger (weight) men. Actually, I have noticed the same thing. Often the more physically-fit guys can be a bit into themselves, and less gentle and giving than the guys who carry more weight. Maybe the guys who weigh more have learned that they need to give a woman extra pleasure in order to be invited back. Whatever the reason, I (too) have enjoyed some great sessions with larger guys. There does seem to be a point when too big is simply too big... unless the guy limits himself to giving oral pleasure and enters me via doggy-style penetration. Some of the bigger guys seem to get a lot of pleasure out of using just their hands, mouth and tongue to pleasure a woman. They seem content to be the source of a sensual woman's oral-induced orgasmic pleasure. I have discovered that some guys who fancy themselves as "tit men" do enjoy going to bed with larger women... so they can bury their faces between the woman's "giant boobs." I hope you and Gordon keep having fun! I am sending you another story from my "library." Hope you enjoy it. Joan	3
102,393	Heather and Amy	Heather and I had been living in sin for over two years. We were young, not saddled with the responsibility of marriage or children. Our apartment was large and well-decorated, and on my part, I know that I was very happy in my simple life. That is why I acquiesced when Heather asked if her best friend Amy could live with us for a few months. She had recently broken up with a longtime boyfriend and had to move from her apartment because she could not afford the rent by herself. She had been Heather's best friend since childhood, so I knew her well and had no problems sharing my space with another beautiful creature. As generosity is in my nature, I had moved her things from her apartment into temporary storage and collected her clothes and immediate needs. I did this because her ex still inhabited the apartment, and although there was some tension upon my arrival, it was much less than if Amy had come along. Meanwhile, my girlfriend did the standard friend duty by buying two bottles of wine and proceeding to get them both drunk in my living room. By the time I returned from the local storage facility, they were both terribly drunk, complaining loudly about Amy's ex-boyfriend and men in general as Heather brushed her long red hair soothingly. They, did, however, thank me graciously for helping get Amy moved and settled in, differentiating me from the rest of my sex. I allowed them to continue talking while I got the rest of her things settled and ate my dinner without interfering. Both my discretion and their inebriation led their conversation to the topic of sex. Amy allowed that the sex with her boyfriend had been frustrating at the best of times and non-existent in the past 6 months of their relationship. Heather sympathized because she had a very healthy sex drive and could not bear to be without sex for more than a few days. More than a few times, I had been awoken in the night by her furiously masturbating next to me, trying not to wake me up because she didn't want to disturb me. When I let her know I was awake, she would practically attack my body, and I would watch in the dim light as she brought herself to orgasm, moaning for me with my hard member in her mouth. I was never far behind her. Hearing Heather casually telling details of our personal life made me proud and more than a little aroused. Heather told her confidently that someone would come along soon enough to take care of both her and her needs. Feeling like a dirty voyeur of their vulnerable talk, I made some noise in the kitchen and excused myself to bed for the night. Although the talk had taken an interesting turn, I was a realist and figured it was best to let Heather be alone with her friend regardless of the conversation. A short time later, I was joined in the bedroom by Heather, hearing her bid goodnight to Amy after settling her in the adjoining room. Heather quickly shed her skirt, stockings, and bra and came at me like a cat in the darkness. Once on top of me, she whispered a breathy "Thank you for helping her" in my ear, followed by the instruction to lie still while she reciprocated. I had enjoyed Heather's alcohol-fueled libido before, but never like this. She descended my torso, alternately sucking and biting me gently, eliciting deep moans I tried to stifle for the sake of our company, located no more than twenty feet from where I lay. Heather would have none of this and discarded discretion in her drunken state. She knew I liked it when she talked dirty and launched into a description of her intentions in a conversational tone. "I want your beautiful hard cock in my mouth! I want to show you how hot you make me. I am going to lick from the head of your cock to your asshole until I decide you are wet enough, and then I am going to make you cum in my pretty mouth." After hearing her throaty monologue, I almost climaxed then and there. As her face hovered above my rigid dick, she said one last thing before her sounds became the loud groans and slurps of a girl with a face full of cock. "I want you to know how much you helping Amy means..." Hearing someone else's name in the middle of such passion threw me for a loop, but I had no time to recover. Heather quickly slid her velvety mouth to my balls, trying to suck as much of them in her mouth as she could and making a noisy show of it. I knew she would soon descend to my ass, a trick that would drive us both wild. As she straddled my leg, I could hear and feel her hand working busily on her pussy, making wet sex sounds. She came twice, loudly between my legs, before I let loose my load on the side of her face as she tongued my balls while pumping her fist on my cock. She was still frigging herself noisily, sampling my cum from her face while I rose to get a towel from the bathroom. As I walked in the semi-darkness, I could see that our door was open, forced that way by my dog in an attempt to escape the sounds of our lovemaking. I noticed that Amy's bedroom door was open and immediately decided to call the dog out of our guest room where he was no doubt asleep. Then the realization struck me that Amy must have heard our lovemaking unless she had passed out directly after going to bed. My blush was deep but unnoticeable in the darkness as I looked into Amy's room for a sign of the dog. He was asleep comfortably on the floor, but I noticed movements on the bed. My well-adjusted eyes caught a glimpse of Heather's voluptuous friend, legs splayed, top tussled lewdly above her breasts, rapidly frotting her clit and softly moaning. I stood for a minute, her oblivious to my presence, listening to both women moan gently as they manipulated themselves not more than speaking distance apart. I was almost instantly hard once again and moved with both speed and silence back into my bedroom. I surprised Heather by quickly rolling her over, directing her to all fours by the edge of the bed. I slammed my cock into her now soaked pussy, displacing her busy hands as I pistoned away, using all the leverage of my standing position. Heather moaned again loudly, with her breath catching seductively with each thrust. "Please, spank me!" She cried with a gasp, followed by the loud smack of my hand on her upturned ass. This drove us both into a frenzy, with her orgasm loudly announced between the playful yet distinct smacks until my pace quickened, and I breathlessly deposited another load on her soft, reddened ass. I fell lengthwise to the bed, where I quickly fell asleep with Heather's small frame wrapped around me lovingly. I got up early for work the next day, quietly going about my morning routine. I carefully closed Amy's door, taking the briefest note of her naked bottom as she slept on her side. "My god," I thought, "Last night will be in my mind every night for the next year." I had no idea what was in store for the weeks ahead as I left for work. I did receive a call through the day from Heather, wondering sheepishly if we had made too much noise in the night. I told her of my experiences, and she curiously pressed me for details. Since I was at work, I deferred the matter until I was home. I returned from work just as Heather was returning from the store, and I helped her in with the new groceries bought considerately for all three of us. It being Friday, we opened another bottle of wine and proceeded to make dinner. Shortly after, Amy returned from her job. Our conversation was light, mostly directed towards the volume of wine consumed last night. This didn't stop any of us from partaking again tonight. Amy was briefly awkward when I asked how she had slept. "Fine," she said curtly as we moved on to other topics. After dinner, we made the unanimous decision to stay in for the night, and Amy and I sat on the sofa while Heather tidied the kitchen. I knew I was in for a night of reality and renovation TV shows, but I chocked it up to the give and take of having two beautiful roommates. Heather soon joined us, forcing me to the middle of the two, reclining herself across my lap into Amy's on the small sofa. I realized what was going on from stories related to me about their childhood. Heather and Amy both loved to have their feet gently rubbed and stroked, and they would accommodate each other when spending time together. Amy gently took Heather's stockinged feet in her hands while sliding her bare legs across me, offering Heather hers in a mirror of symmetry. I could clearly see both pairs of their brief panties under their work skirts, but they seemed not to notice or care. I cannot lie, this had to be the sexiest thing I had ever seen, but both girls took it in stride as a usual occurrence. I was physically aroused, and I was shocked and a little disappointed as Heather got up to put on her nightgown, leaving Amy's leg to fall unknowingly on my dick as it tried to stretch through my pants. I figured if I didn't move, perhaps she would not notice. The television had caught our attention with some activity of interest. Perhaps someone getting voted off, or on, or coming home early.My girlfriend returned at a run to catch the action on the screen, having successfully donned a nightgown but having yet to remove her stockings in the rush. She was a sight to behold, and I knew she would have blushed if she understood how good she had looked accidentally. She dropped herself over the arm of the sofa, sprawling on her stomach across my lap and onto the now curled-up legs of her best friend. With the both of them engrossed in the television, I took in the sight in my lap. My girlfriend's gently rounded buttocks were protected from my view by the silky hem of her brief nightie, and the decorative tops of her stockings were tucked underneath. Between the shiny peach silk and the dark lace on her pale thigh existed a red, distinct handprint where I had passionately struck her the night before. This caused an involuntary jump in my now raging hard-on, driving up into Heather's stomach and drawing attention to my predicament. She smiled at me knowingly as she realized what her state of undress must be doing to me. Having survived the few shows, the station turned to a French movie that was quiet and uninteresting enough to allow conversation. Heather boldly asked Amy if she had heard us the night before. I tensed, embarrassed by the topic, thinking of the things said and unsaid in the heat of passion. Amy insisted that she had been fast asleep and had heard nothing. Heather boldly offered, "Well, he was spanking me awfully loudly last night." Shock took over Amy's face, which was no doubt mirrored in mine. My reaction was reflex, but in retrospect, it was the turning point for the rest of the night. I brought my palm down hard on my girlfriend's silk-draped ass, hoping only to silence her. Her legs kicked wildly in response, but her head turned naughtily in Amy's lap. Her right arm slid back along the silk nightie and gently stroked where my noisy blow had fallen. Her left arm drew up, and her thumb was deposited sexily in her mouth, as she often did when tired or aroused. She was not tired. I looked to Amy to judge her shock by our bold play, and although it had registered on her face, her eyes betrayed her hotness to the scene unfolding before her. "We know you were masturbating last night while we were fucking," her emphasis on the last word like it was a threat. "Were you rubbing your clit with a finger in your dirty ass like you always do?" she asked, revealing a heretofore unspoken secret between the friends. Amy grew incensed, but her eyes betrayed her true desire. "All while he was fucking me one room away..." Heather's taunting was cut short by Amy's blow to her best friend's upturned backside. It was hard but no harder than Heather demanded in the spirit of our sex play. The first blow launched the delicate peach nightie onto Heather's back, revealing her shockingly bare buttocks. This launched Amy into a determined chant of "slut" as she reddened her ass. For my part, I held my girlfriend still as she received a glorious spanking from her beautiful friend. I stared unblinkingly as the blows playfully rained down and observed moisture seeping from between my girlfriend's parted thighs. After submitting entirely to the spanking for close to a minute, she clambered up off my lap and immediately began to attack her tormentor. Using Amy's hair for leverage, she wrapped her stockinged legs around her friend and rolled her to the soft carpet in front of me. They landed with Amy on her stomach and Heather sitting on her shoulders, facing her feet. Wasting no time, she heaved Amy's skirt over her glorious ass, pulled the bows on the sides of her panties, and began to spank her friend with quick, noisy slaps. Her taunts made my blood boil as she called her friend a dirty slut who could only think of cumming when she heard us fucking the night before. Both were laughing somewhat hysterically now, and in a trance, I failed to notice their focus had shifted to me. "Look at his fucking hard-on!" Heather pointed to the massive bulge in my pants. She helped Amy up and directed her between my thighs, alongside her friend, on their knees. "Want to see it?" She offered her best friend, a wink to me as she didn't wait for a response. Her fingers worked nimbly on the buttons of my jeans as she pulled my member from the denim prison. She held it in her left fist and grabbed Amy's semi-reluctant hand, directing it to my shaft. Amy took hold gently at first, but the months of forced abstinence caused her to quickly seize the moment. She leaned in, and her velvet tongue licked the pre-cum from the tip of my head. After a first taste, she dove into her work, bobbing her head up and down, her slippery spit coating my cock. I took one last look at Heather to confirm her agreement. She nodded, fascinated by the scene before her, falling to the carpet onto her back where she began the fast dips and circular motions of masturbation. As Amy paid expert attention to my dick and balls, Heather hotly described the scene in front of her with nasty adjectives. She told Amy how slutty her little ass looked, all red from her spanking. She ordered her to remove her blouse and bra so that she could see her beautiful tits. Amy did so without missing a nod, moaning in response to the demand. As I looked down again, I could see my girlfriend's outstretched foot slowly thrusting her nylon-covered toes between the globes of her friend's ass. Heather moaned to her friend, with her eyes locked on the action in my lap. "Lick down to his ass, just like you taught me to do when we were girls." Amy moaned, and I cried out in ecstasy as her tongue slid down my soft balls to my sensitive ass. The thought of Amy explaining to Heather the art of rimming a guy in the basement of her parent's house had me on edge, and as Heather's moans became the screams of climax, I too, came, shooting cum on Amy's face as she rose up to receive it. Heather quickly recovered and grabbed Amy by the hair, leading her to our bedroom with a mindful slap on her ass. She pushed her roughly onto the bed before removing Amy's now useless skirt from its bunched position around her waist. She climbed on the now dripping redhead and forced her tongue into her mouth forcefully. I stood in the doorway, not wanting to participate just yet, drinking in the beautiful and sexually incensed women. My manhood was quickly reviving. My girlfriend traced a path to Amy's dripping pussy with her tongue, stopping only to describe her state of arousal as she dipped her tongue between the clean-shaven folds of her pussy. She then, mercifully, moved to Amy's clitoris, working fast and hard to bring her to her first orgasm in months. Amy cried out her encouragement as she came, coating my girlfriend's porcelain cheeks with her wetness. As Amy came down, Heather continued an unrelenting tattoo on Amy's sex, bringing another shudder of orgasm. She turned to me in the doorway, asking, "You ready again?" I damn sure was. Heather told Amy to get on all fours so that she could experience what Heather had the night before. She directed me behind her, as if directing a play. She kissed me deeply and repeated "Thank you" in my ear before guiding my dick into her best friend's waiting pussy. I began to fuck Amy at a moderate pace, my fortitude bolstered by the earlier orgasm at her hands. Heather stood on her knees next to her friend, now in the ecstasy of a solid fucking. She gently kneaded her sizable breasts as they bounced in counterpoint to my thrusts. Heather slapped her ass loudly, eliciting a loud moan as Amy lowered her front and exposed her ass to more of the gentle abuse. After reddening her ass, Heather slid deftly under her friend, offering a view of her dripping pussy and stockinged thighs for her rapturous friend, who lowered her tongue dutifully to my girlfriend's shaved mound. Meanwhile, Heather was underneath me, licking my balls and Amy's pussy as I pounded away. She began speaking again with a dirty cadence: "You are fucking her so good her pussy is dripping on my face! Every thrust causes her tongue to lick my little pussy. Faster! Please faster." Everyone was moaning now, and I couldn't hold much longer. "Jesus, she is putting her tongue in my asshole! Oh fuck!" Heather came unabashedly, reaching around to smack her best friend's ass with considerable force in time to my thrusts. Amy's pussy spasmed around my cock as she moaned a final orgasm into the rear of my girlfriend. I had all I could stand. With Amy crying joyously on the bed, I inserted my dripping cock into the eager mouth of my girlfriend, who milked it entirely before I too, collapsed on the bed.	4
102,416	God in Heaven	Her hand gripped the bench in front of her before returning to her lap. "What are you doing?" she whispered frantically. His enigmatic smile and his fingers climbing her thigh beneath her dress were his only answer. They brushed lightly, teasing her sensitive skin. Her lids fluttered as he caressed small circles on her inner thigh, creeping ever closer to the line of her panties. She squirmed, trying to dislodge his hand, but he was determined. His eyes focused forward, but his hand... She shifted upon the bench, sitting ramrod straight. Her body was tense as his fingers cleared the barrier of elastic and softly stroked her damp lips. They receded, then returned only to delve deeper. His fingertip found, then fluttered, over the taut pearl he unearthed. Again and again he flickered his finger against it until she thought she'd faint with bliss. Her hand tightened on the papers in her lap, rustling them slightly. She could see the ghost of a smile on his face as she fought for control. Her teeth bit down on her lower lip, holding back her need to moan, to squeal, to cry out. And still his fingers teased and tempted her core. She felt the tension coming, afraid of coming, not wanting to come, but as certain as the sun, the waves started to envelop her. "Oh, GOD!" she cried out. "Can I have an 'Amen, Sister!' Another Soul saved!" the preacher called out as the congregation turned toward her blushing face.	4
102,420	The Art of the Kiss	His lips breathe softly over hers; the merest hint of a touch. They do not linger, but pull back, so his eyes could gaze into her faraway eyes. She smiled slowly, leaning into him. Their lips connected, embraced, teasing--nuzzling lightly. His tongue flicked out to trace the sensuous outline of her lip. Her own tongue flicked out to meet his own, tempting him further. He pulled back his tongue, closing his lips. He taunted her unmercifully, making her moan slightly. She leaned further into him, greedy for his kiss. Languorously, he nuzzled, softly brushing his lips. Her mouth opened in reflex, silently begging for more intimate attention. With a low moan, his tongue entered her softly. He flicked at her own tongue, before exploring her upper palate, her teeth, her cheek. Slowly he made his way around, languidly. Her arms wrapped around his neck, as her chest pressed into his. She did her best to entice him, to draw him further, but he held back. She whimpered in need, and he smiled into her lips. His actions became more energetic. Teeth nipped at her lips, before suckling on her tongue, pulling it into his mouth. She returned the heightened ardor, nipping on his own lip, sucking it into her mouth before releasing it. As he did, his hands roamed lightly over her back, caressing her before pulling her even closer to him. She leaned into him eagerly, their tongues rolling over the other's like acrobats at play. They exchanged breath. Fingers tightened on each other's bodies. They pulled apart slowly, smiling.	5
102,427	Stood Up	Her fingernails tapped gently on the white linen tablecloth. She looked around the quiet, tasteful restaurant, watching the Maitre D's podium. Still no sign of him. Well, damn. She took another small drink of her ice water. Lily was too old for double dates. That's why when her friend set her up on a blind date, Carrie said she'd make reservations for her and her new beau at the same time. Neither hide nor hair of her friend, or of her supposed date. Lily's eyes started to wander, though still keeping half an eye on the door. The fresh flowers lent a scent of freshness to the air, along with wonderful food. The light was adequate, but subdued. When she finished her perusal of the restaurant itself, noting the paintings and plants, she began to study the patrons. A couple by the door. Older, perhaps a retired professor and his wife. Another couple near a potted palm. They seemed to be out of place somehow; perhaps they were celebrating something. A group of four, middle-aged; the men seemed to be in some sort of money field, perhaps brokers. At least, that was Lily's impression. Their wives both wore fur coats and were wearing enough makeup to sink the Titanic. The table next to hers was occupied. The gentleman sat alone, handsome in a Spanish sense, very suave, dressed impeccably; dark hair and sparkling brown eyes the color of a very rich chocolate. Eyes that were looking directly at her. He smiled at the recognition in her face and raised his glass in her direction. She bowed her head in acknowledgment, her chestnut hair falling to hide her blush, and quickly looked in another direction out of embarrassment. But the lone gentleman kept intriguing her, his charisma calling to her even at this distance. The spell was broken by the waiter. "Miss, we know you are waiting for your party, but we need you to order, or we'll have to ask you to give up your table." Nodding her understanding, she asked for a moment to make a decision, mentally cursing her friend up and down. She chose a beef tenderloin dish smothered in a mushroom and wine sauce. Handing her menu to the waiter, she sighed. "It seems we are in the same predicament," the gentleman addressed her. "Excuse me?" She was a bit confused, lost in her own thoughts. "It seems we are in the same predicament. I seem to have been stood up as well." She snorted lightly, not imagining anyone standing up this specimen of seductive male form. "I'm sorry, but it was hard not to overhear your waiter." Taking her snort as derision. She visibly relaxed. "It's alright. My friend set me up on a blind date. I thought it was foolish at the time, and you'd think by now I'd know to go with my gut instinct." "Would I be too forward if I asked you to join me instead? Eating alone is simply a miserable occupation." Would she sit with a gorgeous man? That and the fact that she actually agreed that eating alone was horrible, she picked up her water glass and joined him at his table. She stood up, and her soft grey cashmere dress hugged her curves coming down to her knees, making her feel rather feline. Her newfound friend unfolded his tall, lean frame from his seat and reached for her chair, holding it out. "Thank you." She smiled, surprised at the chivalrous gesture. "I rather hate eating alone myself." She sat down. "I guess I should introduce myself, if we are going to be dining together. My name is Lily." He smiled, and it changed his whole persona, from somber sophisticate to someone filled with lively exuberance. "My name is Antonio." His eyes followed hers, seemed to read her thoughts through her eyes. From most people, it would have been disconcerting, but from him, it almost seemed as though he already knew what he'd find there. Like she'd known him forever. She confided a bit in him. "You know what is really funny?" her fingers played with the pearls she had at her neck. "Carrie, my friend, was supposed to be here with her date as well. She's the one who made the reservations. And I haven't seen her either." The waiter passed just then, and she caught him to let him know of the change in plan. He smiled, thanking them, as they were rather busy and could use the extra table. Because of the distraction, she didn't notice Antonio's splutter. What she did notice was his rather discomfited look. She smiled warmly at him and asked, "Something wrong?" He chuckled rather nervously. "Carrie? Carrie Broder?" He laughed, the mellow tones flowing over her as she nodded her head. "You know her?" she looked at him slightly confused. Antonio stared at her. "Ever get the sudden feeling you'd been had?" "When it comes to Carrie? Quite often." She chuckled. "She knows I hate blind dates. Why?" Lily looked at Antonio ponderingly. "Carrie is the one who stood me up." He shook his head. "She's up to something, but I'm not exactly sure what. Any ideas?" Lily stared back at him. "What a brat." She snorted then shrugged. "But you know what? I don't care." "I have to admit to being very thankful to hear that." He smiled warmly at her; so warmly, she felt her insides begin to melt. "Would you like some wine? I know you ordered the beef." She nodded, and he called discreetly for the wine steward. He ordered a bottle, though she didn't catch what beyond a red. She watched him surreptitiously, watching the way his long, strong fingers would move as he elaborated on a piece of discussion. It took all her concentration to focus on his words and drag herself back to the real world, thinking what such wonderful, expressive fingers would be capable of. If this was a mistake, and Carrie sincerely missed this date, Lily wasn't going to care. Call it kismet. And Carrie, the ultimate believer in Fate, wouldn't either. They discussed inane topics as they waited for dinner to arrive. The pull he had over her was incredible. It was like being in a dream. The wine was brought with its usual panache. The wine steward showed the bottle, uncorked it, and poured a small amount for Antonio to sample. He tasted it, then nodded, letting him pour the two glasses. He raised his glass. "To Fate and unexpectedly pleasant surprises." He looked directly into her eyes. She murmured a reply and lifted her glass, never breaking eye contact with him. The warm liquid flooded over her taste buds, the flavor of bright summer days hidden within a dry oaken flavor. The longer it settled in her mouth, the more complexity could be discerned. Thankfully, the waiter put their plates in front of them, and it took them a moment to realize their food was there. They smiled at each other sheepishly and began to eat. Lily smiled, eyes closed, sighing softly over the exquisite flavor of the beef and the sauce. He looked up at her sigh, watching her. She smiled at him. "Would you like a taste?" Nodding mutely, he looked at her. She raised her fork, laden with beef and mushroom. His hand enveloped hers, holding the fork steady. She watched as he closed his lips over the food, then slowly released her hand. She shivered at the gentle touch. Flustered, she picked up her wineglass and took a sip. Okay, a gulp. Some must have been on her lip, because he reached over and wiped it with the tip of his finger. She nearly sighed out loud as he put his finger to his mouth. "Much sweeter than what I have in my glass." His low-timbered voice sent her body trembling, and she looked to cover it by taking another bite of food. When she looked up at him again, he, too, was eating his dinner, but had a slow smile that didn't leave his face. The sexual tension continued to build, even though her conscious thoughts were that he was a stranger and her best friend's date, even if Carrie hadn't shown up. They made it through dinner, chatting about their respective jobs, families, hobbies; the sorts of things you talk about with new people. The dessert trolley came and went, then coffee, then an after-dinner brandy. They prolonged the dinner as long as they could, continuing to feel each other out mentally. Lily didn't want to leave, not wanting to lose this dream-like quality to the date. "Would you like to go dancing?" Antonio asked her after their brandies were finished. It seemed Antonio didn't want it to end either. She felt safe in saying yes, since he already knew her taste in music. She didn't like the average hip-hop club music.Lily felt guilty letting Antonio pay for dinner, since this wasn't exactly a typical date, but when he insisted, she felt she couldn't politely argue. She agreed to go in his car, since she had taken a taxi to the restaurant. She slid into the older model Lexus. Obviously well taken care of by the reflection off the leather in the dim streetlights, but it showed her that while he might be able to afford quality, he wasn't in it for the flash. It was a nice quality in a person. Some men want a new car every other year, just because it's the newest toy. She peeked at him as he drove, thinking about that. "Here we are," Antonio pointed through the windshield. He parked the car on the street and led her to a blues club that was in the river district, only a few blocks from the river itself. She'd been there before, as they played a good mix: blues, swing, even a bit of big band. Stuff you could really dance to. The music changed to a rather decent rendition of Glenn Miller's "Moonlight Serenade." One of those songs that's always heard playing in the background of some World War II movie, but it was lovely to dance to. Antonio took her hand and led her to the dance floor. With nearly a foot between them, he placed his hand on her waist and the other in her hand. She felt his heart through the jacket where she placed her hand. She was surprised to find it beating so quickly. She smiled up at him as he took her out on the floor. They moved around in circles, listening to the music, as their bodies grew closer together. By the end of the song, her head was resting on his chest, as if she'd been doing it for years. She felt his breath stir the hair on the top of her head. After the last note played, they separated grudgingly, clapping politely for the band. But the next song was a slow number too, and they clung together as they moved across the floor. Her breasts brushed his chest, his thighs bumped gently against hers. They were feeling each other out physically, in the socially approved method. It was a sleepy, intense feeling, surrounded by the penetrating music, the soft clatter of glasses, the smell of a thousand shots of liquor. The stale smell of smoke still lingered, even though the club had had a no-smoking policy for years now. The waft of someone's perfume reached her every so often, as they passed other couples on the floor. Lily felt Antonio's hand run up and down her back softly, gently, as though petting a cat. It made sense since she had the urge to purr. His fingers holding her hand would move just slightly, caressing the backs of her hands. The man knew how to dance, how to use dance. She was falling under his spell, but she didn't care. They danced for what seemed forever. The crowd thinned, the music slowed, and still they danced. Finally, the announcement was made that they were closing up. Hand in hand, they walked out of the club. Lily hummed a few bars of a song they had danced to, and Antonio swirled her in his arms. She giggled, delighted, as they made their way, unspoken, the few blocks to the riverfront. They settled on a park bench, listening to the flow of the river, the far-off sound of a waterfall. His arm settled around her shoulders, and she rested her head against his chest. They began to talk about the serious things, religion, deep beliefs, old hurts; things that can only really be talked about in the dark. They gazed out over the river, watching the stars, noticing the blush in the east that heralded the rising of the sun. "I can't believe we've been up all night," she murmured. She felt him kiss the top of her head. "Neither can I," his arm squeezed her closer. Their hands found each other, and they watched the sun come up. The sky blushed lavender, then watched the stars disappear one by one. The reds and oranges of a fiery sunrise quickly followed, swirling into each other. The view changed by the second, and nature's display matched their feelings. Once the sun had broken the horizon, he asked, "May I take you to breakfast?" The fatigue and the dancing made her dinner seem like years ago, rather than hours, and she readily agreed, knowing sleep would have to come soon enough. They walked back to his car and drove to a small mom-and-pop diner, the kind where pictures of the grandkids hung up behind the cash register. They forewent the coffee but ate voraciously of homemade Belgian waffles smothered in strawberries. The tension grew as they skirted what to do next, neither wanting to leave the other; desperately needing sleep, yet not wanting to take a blind leap. When they finished, they paid and left a tip on the table, then headed out to the car. They both sat for a few moments. "Where do you..." Antonio started. "What if..." She began. They both laughed. Lily gave him her address, still thinking. She knew he lived farther out than she did, and quite frankly, not ready to let him, this whatever it was, get away. "Antonio, why don't you just crash out at my place? You've been up just as long as I have. I'd worry about you driving." While that was true, they both knew the real reason. They drove up to her condo, parked next to her car. Her cat looked out the window lazily. Antonio reached into his trunk, where he had a gym bag, then followed her to the door. Lily pat the cat as she passed. "Sheba, meet Antonio. Antonio, this is the Queen of Sheba." To underline that, Sheba turned her tail to Antonio. He smiled tiredly. Both of them were running on fumes, so she led him upstairs. They each took a turn in the bathroom, using the conveniences and changing into sleeping attire. Antonio changed into shorts he'd had in his gym bag. Lily closed the blinds in her bedroom. The filtered sunlight made dim shadows on the pale green wall. She curled up under the comforter, and Antonio slid in beside her. She pulled his arm over her, holding it under her breast. She was asleep before he whispered in her ear. She sighed deeply, stretching slightly. A wonderful dream. She felt his arms wrap around her side, his gentle fingers resting under her breast. His breath gently ruffled her hair, and she felt his heart beating rhythmically against her back. She curled her fingers around his, holding them tightly, her bottom pressing into his center. Definitely not a dream. To be held. That is what she needed. She could feel his murmur in her hair. She felt her body relax into his. That is all it really is. Breathing. Up and down, in and out; control and release. Deep relaxation and high-pitched excitement. The phone jangled her awake. "Lily! Where in God's name have you been? I've been trying and trying to call you to see how things went with you and Antonio!" "Hmm. Carrie. That was a rotten trick." "Yeah, I know," Carrie replied, totally unrepentant. "So, how did things go?" "Just a minute, Carrie." Lily covered the mouthpiece and nudged Antonio. "`Tonio, it's for you." She smiled as she handed him the phone. Then choked back the roll of laughter as she could hear Carrie screeching into his ear. She took pity on his poor hearing and took the phone back. "I'll call you later, Carrie," she smiled into the phone. Then a surprising turn, Antonio hollered loud enough for Carrie to hear, "Better start looking for a bridesmaid's dress." With Carrie's shriek, Lily hung up the phone. Lily nudged him. "That wasn't very nice to her!" she giggled. "Not in the least, but at least decent payback." He kissed her neck, sending shivers through her skin. "Not that I was entirely lying." Lily rolled to look him in the face. He was totally serious. Hell, so was she, who was she kidding. They knew it was right from the moment they saw each other. Nothing needed to be decided that instant, but he looked so concerned. She leaned up and kissed him softly, her arms wrapping around his neck, her fingers working through his thick, dark hair.	4
102,448	Deep Sea Fishing	Her hands clenched the metal railing. The up and down movement of the boat lulled her, while the rush of the salt-misted air rushed over her ears in a dull roar. She closed her eyes as she stood at the prow, feeling the engine's vibration come up through the rail and her feet. The waves were gunmetal gray, matching the deep haze of the sky, making it hard to judge just where the horizon was. No land could be seen, and only the distant bugle of foghorns could be heard from the other boats nearby. She felt as though she was all alone; the rest of the people on the party boat were staying in the stern, where the ride was much smoother. She smiled softly, her eyes still closed as she felt the warmth of a body slide up behind her. His arms didn't touch her, but held the rail firmly on either side of her, effectively holding her in. "We'll be to the fishing grounds soon," he whispered in her ear. "I can see why you enjoy this. Even on a dreary day like today, it's beautiful," she answered back, turning her face toward him. "I'm glad I came." "You know, your skirt is soaked," he chuckled, pointing at the front of her sundress, which had gotten wet in the salty spray. He pressed up against her, and she felt his interest press against her ass. "Tease," she chuckled lovingly. "Me? You're the one who made sure I knew you weren't wearing anything under that dress." "Well, I had to do something to get at least some of your interest today," she giggled, her fingers sliding along the rail to clasp his hands. "Well, we're not there yet," he answered darkly. She waited for him to finish the thought. It wasn't words that he continued with, though. His hand slid up her long skirt, hiking it up over her damp thighs. A quick glance around showed that no one was near. "You're crazy, you know that, don't you?" He laughed. "You love me that way, though." She sighed and fell back against his chest as his fingers found her already wet pussy. The up and down of the boat now seemed to work to her benefit, forcing his fingers deeper every time the boat fell into the well of the wave. She swayed, unsure if it was the boat's movement or if it was his touch. His fingers pinched her clit, causing her to moan, before leaving her. She whimpered in frustration, only to feel the warm, smooth length of him press against her moments later. She felt him thrust into her, a syncopated rhythm to the lunging of the boat, and she bit back the scream. Just what I'd need, she thought, for the whole crew to come rushing down, thinking she was about to fall overboard or something. He returned his hands back to the rail, pressing her up against it. He continued to thrust into her, his mouth teasing her ear, her neck. She saw through half-lidded eyes a large wave coming, and knew the next slap of the boat would be harsh. The knowledge of it made her shiver, and when it came, her consciousness shattered into a thousand broken pieces. The smell of the salt water, the cold dampness, the vibration and hum of the boat...nothing and yet everything stuck in her mind. A few more discrete thrusts had him releasing his own control, his hands clenching the rail, white with tension. A few moments of after-orgasm blur, and he dropped her skirt, zipping himself back up. She turned in his arms to give him a kiss, when she noticed behind and above him a set of eyes twinkling with mirth. Damned if he didn't forget the captain in the bridge above the deck.	4
102,481	Helping hand	Here I was living the dream. Our school baseball team was likely going to make the city playoffs. Not that we were that good, but everyone in the neighborhood knew I was on the team. As the catcher, all you have to do is block the plate and not drop a desperate throw. It helps if you can hit, too. News of the impending game was news in our family. My 11 years of being a wimp was about to pay dividends for my ego. I was just your average fifth grader, the younger of three kids in a family that in those days hung basically with family. I guess I was naive as the middle child. Didn't know much and was always in the shadow of an older brother who was the better athlete. Better at lots of stuff, actually. When news of the game's importance hit our family network, I received all kinds of advice from my uncles. Pretty useless stuff, as they were much older and intimidating. I just shut down when they started spouting. Well, the weekend before the game it was announced that my Uncle Mike was actually going to come to town and see us, and me, for the occasion. Uncle Mike was my dad's younger brother, a fellow who was in his late 30s and had never been married. He had the women in the family always talking about how they could and should fix him up with someone so he could get married. Once he arrived, it was your usual older members of my dad's family sitting around the table drinking beer and smoking and catching up. My uncle was a guy who was always on the road and we hardly ever saw him. You might say he was a stranger to us nephews and nieces. I knew my dad was glad to see him at any rate. As that Friday night wore on, the kids were told to get cleaned up and into bed. My older brother and I did our thing to avoid getting in trouble, and I went to bed as usual. The adults all stayed in the kitchen having a rousing time until kind of late I'd imagine. You could hear them laughing and recalling the old days. In my room, I was about to truly drift off to sleep when my bedroom door opened and the light spilled in somewhat from the hall. It was then that I knew I was going to share a bed with Uncle Mike. It wasn't like we had all of these places for guests to stay. No one slept on a couch back then. I'm not sure why. Anyway, in comes my uncle and I am watching him as he is getting ready to get in the bed. I don't really know him per se other than as my uncle who lives somewhere out there in west Texas and travels. As Uncle Mike got undressed, I noted that he didn't wear underwear. I thought that was kind of funny then. It's interesting what an 11-year-old thinks is funny. I could see his bony ass as he bent over and pushed his pants off. He didn't seem at all fazed by being in a room with some kid. As I watched him, I could see his cock swinging around in the half-light. I had never seen a man's cock before, and that got my attention. As he got under the covers, I was thinking "this guy is naked in bed with me." I didn't dare move as he found his place and settled into the bed. It wasn't long before I was drifting off to sleep mulling over the things a kid my age would think about. At some point during the night, I kind of woke up and realized that Uncle Mike had wrapped my fingers around his cock and was slowly moving my hand up and down in a gentle way. Believe me, I had never seen an erect grown man's cock, and this just freaked me out. I turned away from him and put my back to him. After he regrouped, he leaned over and was breathing on my neck, literally breathing on me. My mind was racing as I was trying to comprehend what was going on. At that point in my life, I hadn't masturbated. I had had erections and liked to touch myself, but the whole concept was foreign to me as an end to an act. I was laying there with butterflies in my stomach, replaying in my mind what I had just experienced. I wasn't upset at all. In fact, I thought it was "nasty" play and was amazed that an adult would like that. With him so close to me, I just laid there wondering what he was going to do. He slowly reached over and felt the front of my underwear. His touch electrified me, and I instantly had an erection. He slipped his hands into my shorts and began to rub on my boy cock. I'm not certain of my size at that point in my life, but it couldn't have been more than 4 inches. But I really liked the feeling I was getting from someone touching me. When he realized I wasn't going to object to him touching me, he pulled down my underwear and started to masturbate me. He was whispering and talking dirty to me as he did this. I was in another sphere as he did this. After several minutes of him fondling my boy cock and my balls, he took my hand and again placed it on his cock. I knew the size difference was incredible. I'd imagine his erect cock was like at least 7 inches and very thick. He again started to move my hand up and down on his cock. By this point, I knew what he wanted, and I complied as he laid back and we mutually stroked each other. My eyes were straining to see what was going on. It was such an exciting experience for me. After several minutes, he tensed up and had his orgasm, spewing his cum all over me. I guess my aim was toward myself as I masturbated him. This new development was so exciting to me. I had no idea a grown man could produce cum. He must have sprayed me for six or seven shots of his cum before he finished. I was so sticky with all that cum on me. I remember the smell being so manly and masculine. Once finished and his desire sated, he got out of bed and found a tee shirt and wiped us both somewhat clean. Then we went to sleep. The next morning, after breakfast, he offered to go somewhere to get something for my mom. He asked me if I wanted to go along with him. I guess he realized I wasn't going to tell on him to my mom or dad. If he'd have known my thoughts on the situation, he would have known I figured if my parents found out about what we had done, I'd be the one in trouble. I was clueless. Soon we were in his car driving, and I watched him open his pants and pull out his cock in broad daylight. He asked me if I wanted to hold it for him. I certainly did. I loved the view in the daylight of that massive man cock of his! I scooted over on the seat and stroked him while he drove. Soon enough, he found a place to stop, and he pulled off the road. He pulled his pants down all the way and began to masturbate as I watched. I loved the sight of someone enjoying themselves that much. He reached for me and pulled my pants down and told me to masturbate myself. Here we are, on the side of the road, both of us masturbating. I thought it was incredible and so hot. Needless to say, I couldn't cum, but he did after only a couple of minutes. When he achieved his orgasm, it sprayed all over the place, his steering wheel, the dashboard, the radio, everywhere. I was in awe of how a grown man could do that. After having cum so hard, he pushed me toward the passenger door and turned me where he could see my cock. He laid over and put his mouth on my boy cock and began to lick me. I was delighted at this and amazed at how someone would want to do such a disgusting thing. In a matter of seconds, I was glad he wanted to. I was swooning as he licked and sucked on my cock. As an 11-year-old, my little cock was like a steel bar, and I so loved that feeling. Little did I know I was now a sexual being and about to embark on my own journey of seeing what else I could do to elicit those heightened sexual feelings. After a few minutes of his sucking my cock and producing no results, my uncle rose up, and we got dressed and continued on our errand. During the three days he stayed with us, he masturbated for me as often as he could get alone with me. I was hooked on seeing a grown man's cock at that point. It was so exciting to me. I now realize he was an exhibitionist at heart and a pedo in addition. Uncle Mike left after our playoff game (which we lost), and I only saw him a few times over the next few years. Not once did he mention our time together. Little did he know that I launched into my own forays of fondling the other neighbor kids and becoming a peeping tom and enjoying exposing myself in public. I never felt remorse or that I was treated unkindly in my initial experience. In fact, I felt it awakened the inner sexual awareness I had earlier so that I could enjoy it sooner. For me personally, I am now an exhibitionist and voyeur, and I truly love to this day exposing myself and masturbating in public whenever I have the opportunity. But more on those adventures later perhaps. Oh, I can tell you some things.	3
102,491	Housewife 1: Jane	Harry watched Jane from the window as she walked to her car. She was 31 and still beautiful, with soft, silky auburn hair that spilled over her shoulder. Her hair partially hid her pretty face and flawless complexion. He followed the line of her neck, down the soft white throat to the firm swell of her breasts outlined by the tight sweater she wore. As she walked, her skirt fluttered to reveal firm, smooth thighs. They had been neighbors for 5 years, long enough that he knew her routine. She would send her son Michael to school, probably pick up some groceries, and be back in an hour or so. Silently, Harry brought out the Walkman from a desk drawer. Snapping it open, he inserted an unmarked cassette into the machine. Fitting the earphones carefully to prevent the sound from leaking, he pressed the PLAY button. Jane giggled. A husky male voice asked, "How much time do we have, babe?" "An hour and a half," said Jane. "Then I have to pick up Michael from school." "How many times can we do it then?" the man asked playfully. Jane giggled again. Her voice was seductive. "Let's find out." The bed squeaked. More squeaks, followed by the soft rustling of clothing being removed. Jane moaned. "Mmmmmmm.... yes, like that." Wet sounds of kissing followed. More moans from Jane as her lover explored her body. "Mmmmmm...," she continued, "I love it when you touch me there... Makes me feel so horny..." Harry closed his eyes, imagining the man's hands playing with those firm breasts, fingers rasping over the erect nipples. He imagined Jane reaching up for her lover, parting those soft, toned thighs to reveal herself completely, offering him everything. "You're beautiful, Jane, your tits, your ass... everything," her lover intoned. Jane giggled like a schoolgirl at this. More squeaks, undoubtedly from the couple adjusting into position. Jane gasped suddenly. The man grunted. "Yessss," she hissed. The bed began to squeak rhythmically from the unmistakable activity. "Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhhh!" Jane cried out in time with the squeaking springs, her voice edged with need. "Come for me, babe," the man demanded. "Ohhhh! Fuck me, Greg!" Jane gasped in her excitement as her lover drove his cock into her. "Yeessss! Ohhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" she cried as the squeaking intensified. Her breathy moans went on for long minutes, frantic with desire, until her inevitable climax. "Ohhhhh... I'm going to... Yessssss...." Jane screamed her orgasm as her lover continued to pound away, grunting as he took her. After a time, the squeaks subsided as he came as well. There was a long pause before anybody spoke. "Got a special treat for you Wednesday, babe. Got the day off. With your hubby at work and your kid in school, we've got a whole day." Jane giggled again. "A whole day of wild, frenzied sex." "An orgy. I'm bringing some toys. You'll love it," the man promised. More kissing. Jane moaned again as the bed squeaked from the couple moving into position. She cried out as her lover took her again. Harry turned off the tape with Jane's cries of ecstasy ringing through his ears. He looked out the window at his neighbor's house, his mind in a total turmoil. Part of him was outraged. Outraged that Jane had betrayed her husband. Terry, Jane's husband, was his best friend. While Harry did not want to wreck his best friend's marriage, her affair with the stranger gnawed at him. She appeared to have everything - a nice home, a loving husband, and a great kid. All except sex, it seemed. He had suspected as much for several months as a battered blue van would park in the corner of their street several times a week. He had seen the driver of the van walk up to the house and be let in. An hour or two later, the man would depart. At first, he figured his neighbors were having some home maintenance done. Until it went on for months. Then he happened to see Jane kiss the stranger passionately as he left one day. Harry wondered just what her lover was doing to her that her husband could not provide. He resolved to find out.All this had an effect on Jane's lover as well, whose cock erected fiercely, pressing against her flat stomach. Still groggy from her climax, Jane was half-carried to the bed, breathing heavily. Totally aroused now, Jane's lover fumbled with her skirt, unzipping it and tossing it away. His eager hands dragged her soaking panties down to her soft thighs before tearing them off in his haste to denude her. Jane squirmed and moaned as she felt her lover's weight atop her, his hungry mouth working over her breasts. She gasped as he nibbled on her erect nipples, his tongue playing wetly over the engorged tips. Reaching between her legs, Jane guided his huge cock to where she wanted it. "Now, Greg, now," she whispered urgently. With a lurch, the man fell onto her prone form, driving his monster cock halfway into her wetly-glistening pussy and bringing an appreciative cry of delight from Jane. "Yessssssss!" she screamed, wrapping her legs around his waist as he began to work his cock into the tight, slippery confines of her pussy. Jane gasped as Greg began slow, careful thrusts, moving deeper into her stretched-open pussy. She writhed and squirmed as Greg's hungry mouth licked and sucked on her sensitive nipples while his cock wormed its way deeper inside her. Overcome with passion, Jane grasped and clawed at her lover's back, her well-cut nails digging painful furrows on his skin. Steadily and slowly, Greg kept up his invasion of her tight pussy until he had his entire length buried inside her. "Oh God! So deep inside me..." Jane gushed, obviously enjoying the feel of the hard length deep inside her. After a few moments of slow thrusting to get her warmed up, Greg began to piston his huge cock in and out of Jane's pussy with all of his energy. He lifted his hips away, until he was almost out, and then slammed back down into her, ramming himself deep into Jane's defenseless pussy. Jane screamed in a mixture of pain and delight, her breasts quivering with each violent thrust. "Yessss! Ohhh! Ohhhh! Oh God! Ohhhhhhhhh!" Her dripping pussy slurped lewdly as it slobbered and sucked at Greg's invading cock. It was obvious that the tight walls of her pussy clamped around his huge cock were driving Greg crazy with lust. His tempo and power increased even more, and Jane went completely wild. She wailed and screamed in her passion, her slender legs locking convulsively around his waist. Arching her back, Jane thrust her hips up to meet his strokes, mashing her hips against her lover's. A thin film of sweat covered her body as her breasts heaved into his hungry mouth. They weren't making love, it was pure, primal fucking. And the three cameras Harry had placed captured each sigh, each thrust, each cry perfectly. Grunting like an animal, Jane was completely lost in her passion. As the two lovers fucked furiously, their sweaty bodies slammed into each other like enemies locked in mortal combat. As Jane thrashed around with her lover's cock buried deep inside her, her sexual tension soon spiraled upwards to a climax. With a long drawn-out scream, Jane orgasmed powerfully, her nails clawing red welts into her lover's muscular back. Again and again, she clenched her arms and legs around him as she shuddered uncontrollably. Finally, with a grunt, Greg rammed his cock as deep into her as he could before shooting his cum inside Jane's engorged pussy. With a gargled cry, Jane spasmed violently, jerking in the throes of another mind-blowing orgasm as she felt his hot cum splash inside her body. Jane was not to be so easily satiated. In a sexual frenzy, Jane pushed her lover on his back, his still-hard cock pointing up like a flagpole. Spreading her thighs, she positioned herself above him, her small hands guiding Greg's cock to the entrance of her dripping pussy. With a liquid moan, Jane impaled herself on the upward-pointing implement, her weight spearing the long, hard length deep into her pussy up to the hilt. They both cried out at the sensation. With her hands on his muscular chest, Jane began to move her hips hungrily, grinding her hips powerfully against her lover's. Eyes closed in rapture, she began to pant, the incredible sensations sending shivers of delight through her slim body. Reaching upwards, Greg grabbed hold of her swaying breasts, mauling the firm flesh and playing with the stiffened tips at their peaks. In a haze of lust, Jane rocked back and forth, riding her lover like a wild stallion. Driven incoherent by her rapidly approaching orgasm, only the most primal moans and gasps passed between her full red lips as she bucked and writhed atop her lover. "Uhhhh! Uhhhh! Uhhhhh! Ohhhhh!" Entranced by the sight of Jane riding his cock, Greg sat up, his cock still deep inside her sopping pussy. Swooping forward, he laved her nipples with his tongue, then took it into his mouth. Jane screamed in delight as he nibbled on her erect nipples, her body shuddering unsteadily at the heady mixture of different pleasures. As the couple rocked together, Greg slid one hand behind her, snaking down towards her sweaty buttocks and the dark crease between them. Jane moaned as she felt his calloused fingers stroking her crease, finding the small winking orifice. Her lover played with her tight asshole awhile, one finger nosing around her forbidden back entrance. Her back arching instinctively, Jane cried out in delight as a strong finger worked its way into her most intimate opening. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Droplets of sweat flew from her now matted hair as she flailed her head about, losing control of her body as the mind-blowing combination of pleasure overwhelmed her senses. Her lover's mouth on her painfully-hard nipples, his huge cock buried deep inside her pussy, and his finger working away inside her asshole quickly drove Jane over the edge. With a wailing cry of raw passion, Jane screamed out her orgasm, her body rocking and shuddering in uncontrollable spasms before falling forward into her lover's arms. "Oh God! God, that was good," Jane breathed, resting on her lover's chest, clearly drained from the intense sex she had just experienced. They lay together a few moments, catching their breath, and then Greg began sliding his still-erect cock out of Jane's pussy. Her abundant juices spilled out with its removal, marking the bedspread with dark, wet stains. Still consumed with lust, Greg flipped her over on her stomach, forcing the exhausted Jane into a hands-and-knees position. Jane closed her eyes and spread her legs apart, her buttocks raised invitingly so the puffed-open lips of her aroused pussy were clearly visible. Jane's body tensed slightly as her lover adjusted into position between her legs, his monster cock eager to penetrate her. Grinning wildly, Greg mounted her, lunging forward and driving himself into Jane's waiting pussy. "Eeeeeeeeeee!!" Jane squealed at the sensation of penetration as the huge cock sank halfway into her. Grabbing a firm hold on her hips, Greg rocked back and forth, his iron-hard member forcing her vaginal walls apart deliciously. Moaning incoherently, Jane began to thrust her hips back vigorously to meet her lover's bull thrusts, trying to get him deeper inside her. It was quite a sight to see the pretty, quiet housewife naked and sweaty, on her hands and knees as her lover took her doggy-style. They fucked furiously, like a pair of mating animals. Warm juices leaked from the pouting lips of her pussy, running down the back of her smooth thighs in glistening trails. Sweat gleamed on the firm globes of her buttocks as her lover's groin slammed against them repeatedly, each thrust eliciting an appreciative sound from Jane's wide-open mouth. "Ooohhhhhhhhh! Yesss! So good! So big! yesssssssss!..." With a scream, Jane threw her head back, her auburn hair flying about her pretty face as she orgasmed yet again. Her firm breasts quivered from the sensations racing through her taut, sweaty body as she continued to take Greg's thrusts. Close to release, her lover reached forward for her swaying breasts, mauling them in his lust. With an animal grunt, he rammed his cock all the way into her drenched pussy and held it for long moments, savoring the slippery tightness. Then he leaned forward, biting into the firm, warm flesh of her back as his cock exploded, shooting his cum deep into her. Jane cried out at the exquisite blend of pain and pleasure which set off her own orgasm as well. Clawing at the rumpled sheets, Jane's body jerked and shuddered uncontrollably in a violent climax. Greg's abundant cum overflowed her pussy, leaking from the puffed-open lips in milky rivulets that ran down her thighs as she collapsed exhausted onto the bed. Amazingly, Greg's cock was still rock hard, and completely coated with sperm and Jane's own juices. Lust gleamed in his eyes as his gaze focused on Jane's beautiful firm ass. Jane moaned in semi-consciousness as he parted the sweaty globes of her buttocks to expose her pink anus. It was obvious that he intended to take her in the ass. Placing his well-lubed cock at the small entrance of her most intimate opening, Greg thrust forward, spearing the head into Jane's tight, virgin asshole. "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Jane cried out in shock and pain as she felt the invading cock push deeper into her rectum. "Nooooo! Greg Nooooo! pleeeeeeease Nooooooo! Ahhhhhhh!" Reaching behind her, Jane tried desperately to dislodge Greg's invading cock as it pressed deeper into her ass, stretching her anal muscles painfully. Unfortunately, she was pinned beneath him, and helpless to resist the anal intrusion. "Oh no.. not my ass! Please, no... no! Ahhhhhhhh! Ow! Ow! Oh God! It hurts!" "Eeeeeeee! Ohhhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhh!" Taking firm hold of her sweaty hips, Greg showed no mercy to the screaming, wildly-struggling Jane as he drove his cock deep into her ass, spreading her virgin asshole apart.Crying out helplessly in pain, Jane clawed at the sheets as he continued his anal assault, forcing his monster cock deeper and deeper into her rectum. Grunting like an animal, Greg grabbed handfuls of her firm buttocks in an attempt to penetrate deeper into her painfully tight ass. Jane had her head pressed onto a pillow, biting it in her pain. The pillow muffled her increasingly desperate cries as her body shook helplessly. Greg ignored her, working his way steadily into the forbidden depths of her rear tunnel. As her sphincter muscles loosened, he was able to gain ground until he had his whole cock buried to the root inside her beautiful ass. Savoring the sight of his member hilted between her taut buttocks, Greg began to move against her, withdrawing slowly before pressing forward again. By this time, her cries and struggles had subsided into silence. As her rear orifice learned to accommodate the unnatural intrusion, Jane began to enjoy the anal sex. Her buttocks started to push back against his thrusts, trying to increase the penetration. Soon, low breathy moans replaced her earlier cries of pain. Jane's firm breasts bounced erotically with each stroke of the huge cock, her ass slamming repeatedly into his groin. Eyes shut, she begged her lover to continue his anal fucking, totally lost in the exquisite blend of pain and pleasure as he reamed her asshole. "...Oh! Ohh! Ohhhhh! Yes! Yes!" "...Oh Greg! Ohhhhhhh! Yes! Fuck me up my ass!" "...Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Shove it all the way in! ohhhhhhhhhh!" Jane was quite a sight, moaning and crying in sheer delight with her lover's huge cock shoved as far up her firm, tight ass as it would go. Sweat glistened on her naked body and matted her silken hair. She was obviously enjoying the intense pleasure of being taken in her ass. Her beautiful body glistened with sweat as she heaved and bucked violently, lost in the throes of passion. As her orgasm continued to build, Jane reached back with her hands, trying to spread her buttocks apart, urging him to drive deeper into her rear orifice. She screamed as a mind-blowing orgasm washed over her. Again. And Again. Jane spent the rest of the day in an orgy of uninhibited, carnal desire. Driven wild with lust, they fucked like animals with Greg's cock switching from one well-used orifice to another as he took her completely, fucking her senseless in every position imaginable. Keeping her in a constant state of orgasmic bliss, he took Jane's pussy and ass repeatedly. In a haze of lust, Jane had even taken him into her wet mouth, her lips and tongue slobbering over his cock until he climaxed, shooting a wad of cum over her beautiful face. He took her on the bed, on the carpet, bent over a chair, and in the shower. It was well into the afternoon before they both collapsed, sweaty and exhausted, onto the sodden bed. "Ahhhhhhh!" Jane gasped, feeling her lover's massive cock slide all the way inside her as she wrapped her supple legs around his hips, her arms locked around his bull neck. She was topless, having discarded her blouse and bra, and her short skirt was hiked up around her slender waist. With his muscular arms supporting her weight, Jane began moving her hips up and down, grinding herself against her lover as he fucked her standing up. Sweat gleamed on her lithe, tanned body, trickling down the valley between her full breasts. Greg busied himself by taking as much of her breasts into his mouth as he could, alternating between nibbling and sucking the stiff nipples on their peaks. Every now and then he would jerk his hips forward, each time bringing a little cry from Jane as she clawed his back desperately, her climax fast approaching. With a loud moan, Jane orgasmed powerfully, her body jerking about in spasm. Greg lowered her to the bed as she sagged spent against his muscular chest. As she lay motionless basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, he removed the last remnants of her clothes. He spent long moments eyeing her naked body, taking in her long, well-toned legs, her flat stomach, and her taut breasts rising and falling evenly with her breathing. He let one hand explore along her stomach, marveling at the sleek feel of her satiny skin. Moving lower, his fingers pushed through her neatly trimmed bush, the silky hairs glistening with moisture from her excitement. Jane moaned as one finger brushed past her clit, slowly exploring the slick entrance of her pussy. Her hips began to move of their own accord as the finger teased her sensitive flesh, playing just outside her pussy, before slowly worming its way inside her. As first one finger, then two sank inside her, Jane's breathing quickened and she was lubricating furiously. Before long, his fingers were coated slick with her juices. Making up his mind, Greg stood up, making his way to the dresser table. From a small bag he had earlier deposited there, there was a faint metallic clinking as he rummaged through the bag, finally producing a pair of steel handcuffs and a leather strap. Jane sat up, watching her lover approach her with the objects. An uncertain smile played about her beautiful features, half fear and half anticipation at what he planned to do to her. Climbing onto the bed beside her, Greg began to kiss her hungrily, even roughly, on her mouth before moving down her soft white throat. As her eyes closed in rapture, he reached for her hands, slowly moving them above her head. Jane opened her eyes abruptly as she heard the metallic clicks and found her right wrist securely locked into the steel handcuffs. She began to struggle, trying to get up but Greg kept his weight on her, pinning her to the bed. "Greg, please, what are you doing?" she asked warily when she realized she was trapped. "Trust me, baby" he assured her. "You'll love this" Jane felt his strong hands forcing her arms up, then heard another click as Greg secured the handcuffs around her wrist. Jane pulled at her bonds and realized she was locked onto the arching crossbar on the bed frame. Greg stepped back to view his handiwork, particularly at the way her firm breasts were thrust up invitingly by the position of her hands above her head. "No Greg, I'm not sure about this, please let me go," she pleaded, struggling against her shackles. Jane's eyes widened in fear when she saw the leather strap with a round red rubber ball and realized he was not done yet. "No!" she exclaimed as Greg climbed onto her, his strong hands taking hold of her jaw, forcing her mouth open. "I.. mffffff!" she managed as her lover crammed the ball gag into her mouth, his hands busy securing the strap around her head. "Mmmfff! mmmmff! hhmmmf!" she managed, struggling furiously. The rubber ball made her drool, a small trickle of saliva dribbling down her delicate chin. Greg fell on her struggling form, forcing her legs apart roughly as his huge cock stood out fiercely erect. Holding her prone form still as he moved into position, he placed his cock at her slick entrance. With a grunt he mounted her, lurching forward as his cock stabbed down deep into her sensitive flesh in one stroke. "MmmmmmmmFffffff!" Jane screamed, biting into the ball gag as her body reared violently from the shock of his intrusion. Greg began to move against her, obviously enjoying the feel of Jane's tight, slick walls clamped on his huge cock as he slid back and forth. He took her roughly in a way he never did before. Jane's slobbering pussy made lewd sucking sounds as her lover drove himself to the hilt inside her before dragging himself out. Her helplessness and the sight of her bound drove him wild with lust. In a frenzy he assaulted Jane's beautiful body with powerful strokes, each stroke bringing a gargled moan from the writhing young woman beneath him. "Mmmfff! MmmmFffff! Uhmmmmmf!" she managed as she felt him press against the far reaches of her vaginal passage. "Ummmmmmmffff! Mmmmffff!" she wailed into the ball-gag as she felt his hand sliding down the crease between her taut buttocks. Greg's strong fingers played maddeningly at the small, winking orifice for a few moments then one finger was jammed firmly into her anus, wriggling deeper into her rectum. Muffled by the rubber ball in her mouth, Jane moaned aloud at the intense stimulation in her rear tunnel. Jane's muffled cries blended with Greg's animal grunts as he took her simultaneously in the front and rear. While his huge cock was busy plowing through the tight, slick walls of her pussy, his strong fingers were busy raising hell inside her backside. Greg's face was a mask of pure lust as he twisted his finger around inside her anal passage, reaming her tight asshole. The handcuffs clinked loudly against the metal frame of the bed as Jane pulled helplessly on her shackles. Beads of sweat glistened on her slender body as she sagged against the handcuffs, jerking and writhing uncontrollably from the intense double penetration. Saliva dripped down her chin as she drooled around the ball gag, eyes closed, completely lost in her pleasure.Taking full advantage of her, Greg took her roughly and completely, bringing her to orgasm several times. He grunted as he fucked her, enjoying as her tight pussy spasmed almost continuously around his cock. The long, hard length glistened with Jane's abundant fluids as it was withdrawn before he impaled it deep into her. Again and again and again. Jane choked on a scream as she flung her head back, her hair flying wildly as another savage orgasm shook her lithe, sweaty body. Her perfect white teeth bit fiercely into the ball gag as she strained her arms against the solid metal of the handcuffs, leaving red welts where they rubbed her satiny skin. Feeling his impending climax, Greg withdrew his cock from her pussy, a gout of her juices spilling out of her abused orifice and running down her sleek thighs. Taking a firm hold on her sweaty hips, he aimed his glistening cock at the winking hole between the plump globes of her taut buttocks. Jane gave a muffled moan as she felt the iron-hard cock replace Greg's fingers, nosing about her asshole eagerly. With a grunt and a savage lunge, Greg lurched forward, his well-lubed cock stabbing deep into her defenseless ass with one stroke. With a choking, muffled cry of complete surrender, Jane jammed her buttocks furiously against his groin, trying to get his huge cock deeper into her ass. In a frenzy, Greg slammed his muscular hips against her buttocks repeatedly, enjoying the incredible feel of his cock driving deep into her ass. Of all the pleasures he had experienced with Jane, it was obvious that he most enjoyed taking her from behind. Biting and drooling on the ball gag, Jane jerked about wildly, the handcuffs jangling crazily as every muscle in her body strained to release the pent-up passions. Even with the copious lubrication, the intense friction of his anal assault swiftly drove Greg over the brink. Jane felt her lover's cock pulse powerfully, shooting jets of warm cum deep into her anal passage. The feel of the hot fluids splashing inside her triggered her orgasm as well. Jane's muffled scream of sexual release echoed in the bedroom, sending droplets of saliva spurting from her gagged mouth. She felt her own juices spewing from her spasming pussy as she thrashed about, completely consumed by her orgasm. Even in climax, Greg did not check his thrusting. His strong hands held onto her sweaty hips as he continued his anal assault until he had emptied himself completely inside her ass. A slow dribble of milky white cum leaked out of Jane's abused anus, rolling lazily down her nether valley as he finally withdrew his cum-coated cock.	5
102,684	Flight 269	Hello, my name is Selina Wong. I'm 42 years old, single, and I work in the porn industry - not as a performer, but as a producer. I was always great in school, always interested in the business world, and since there are endless supplies of perverts who long for filthy pornography, it seemed like a smart field to get into. Sure, I'm pretty business savvy, intelligent, and quite the hard worker, but honestly that's not the only reason I got into this field of work. Since I was a teenager, I loved sex. Everything about it - the look, the taste, and of course the feel of it. Big, thick, pulsing cocks squirting ounces of pearly white cum, erect nipples on a pair of big, flopping tits, heavy balls slapping against a woman's ass, a tongue inside a tight, wet, throbbing pussy, and the loud screams of orgasms after orgasms. That was my business, and business was good. But after being in this industry for almost twenty years, one can't help but feel a bit stagnant. I mean, there I was sitting in a Vegas hotel, seeing this new-comer, a young 20-year-old girl, cute, tall blonde with a big ass and huge tits, getting both her mouth and her pussy fucked at the same time, and all I could do was play puzzle games on my phone. Yeah, the passion for this industry had left me. Don't get me wrong, I'm very successful, more money than I could spend, but my love for it just wasn't there anymore. I guess perhaps I had gotten too comfortable with it. When you spend every day watching naked people having sex with each other, same sex, opposite sex, sex toys, and even some regular kids' toys, I guess you can become desensitized to it all. So, I got on a one-hour earlier flight back to California. Might as well get some rest before the next shoot, I thought. However, for some reason, we ended up waiting on the runway for at least three hours. Talk about irony. By the time we finally took off, it was 2 a.m. I was restless, I couldn't keep my eyes closed. Everyone was sound asleep, and there I was, wide awake and downright frustrated. I tried reading those stupid magazines, watching those terrible reruns they played of old 90's sitcoms. Nothing worked. What a terrible night, I thought. That's when I noticed a light was on a few rows down to my left. I looked to see the other poor soul who couldn't rest, maybe even strike up a conversation - what the hell else was I going to do? I decided to get up out of my seat and satisfy my curiosity. And there she was. This gorgeous little pixie. A young white brunette, right out of a wet dream, she was wearing a plaid skirt, white blouse, those knee-high socks, and even pigtails. Now I wasn't a lesbian, I have fucked countless men, but yes, I have also fucked women. Mainly out of curiosity, but after a dozen girls, I don't think you can call it just curiosity anymore. My point is I'm open-minded. Lucky for me, the seat next to her was empty. I whispered to her, "Hello." And with a big grin, she said, "Hiya!" right back at me. "Do you mind if I have this seat?" I asked her. "Not at all," she said so sweetly to me. I liked her instantly. I introduced myself, tried to sound witty, making jokes about us being the only two who couldn't sleep. I'm not the funny type, but it seemed to be working on her. She had the cutest little giggle. She told me her name was Trixie. Can you believe that? This pixie's name was Trixie. I loved that. I started to ask her some friendly questions. "So, where you headed?" She said, "Back home. Just went to visit my dad for the weekend, but I have school in the morning." That explained the uniform. "You're not travelling alone, are you?" I asked, hoping to hear the right answer... "Yeah," she said, "Mom couldn't make it, plus my folks are the trusting type." Exactly the answer I was looking for. "How old are you?" I asked her, she said, "I just turned 12 on Friday!" Whoa. A little younger than I had thought. I remember thinking, 'I can't do this, she's just a kid!' But I didn't walk away, I didn't return to my seat. I stayed there, talking, flirting, and for the first time in years, found myself excited.... in more ways than one. So as the night went on, our guards started to go down, and I found myself getting bold. She asked me, "What kind of work do you do?" Well, I couldn't just tell her, could I? I didn't want to come off like some sort of smut peddler, but then again, she was just a dumb kid. I answered, "I... work for... a modeling agency. We scout and shoot models." "Really? Wow, that's so cool!" she said, so impressed. "What kind of models?" she asked. I really didn't know how to respond. "Like fashion models? Like doing clothes, or jewelry, stuff like that?" she added on. "Uh, a little bit of everything!" I said. "That is hella cool!" she said. I thought I'd use this fascination to my advantage. "Yeah, we're always looking for new young models. Ever thought of becoming one?" I asked. "Sorta," she timidly answered. She was so innocently cute, I could barely stand it. "What kind of thing would you want to model? Bathing suits? Bikinis?" I boldly asked. "Shoes!" she said excitedly! Shoes? I wondered, not as sexy as I had hoped. "Why shoes?" I asked. "'Cause I have the prettiest feet!" she said. Before I could fully process that statement, she proceeded to demonstrate. She went for one of her knee-high socks and slowly rolled it down. Have to admit, that was quite a sight. She rolled the other one down. She bent her knees and sat with both the soles of her feet touching. "See?" she said so proudly. They were cute I must admit, all tiny and smooth. I figured this was closest I was going to get, so might as well enjoy it. I slid my fingers across them, very soft, almost sensually soft. Yes, they were adorable, but with her sitting in that position, her legs spread wide, I could see right up that tiny little skirt, but the only thing I couldn't see were panties. "Ooh yes, very pretty!" I said, while focusing on that tiny, puffy, bald pussy. If I had to touch her feet to get to that fresh, untouched pussy, well that was a sacrifice I was more than willing to make. I told her about my bi-weekly pedicures, and she insisted on me showing her. I removed both my stilettos and showed her my French-tipped pedi. She was impressed, studying them, totally unaware as I caressed her from her feet to her ankles, to her calves and slightly lifting that skirt. "Very pretty!" she said, and I couldn't have agreed more. But just as things were starting to get interesting, the captain asked us all to put on our seatbelts as we were about to land. Everyone started to wake up. The fun was over. We both put our shoes back on, and eventually got off and went our separate ways. I was bummed out, to say the least. But for what it was worth, I had some sexy little imagery. I was looking forward to getting home, opening up a bottle of wine, and enjoying those memories in the tub. I waited outside for my limo. It was still dark, almost 4 a.m. I couldn't stop thinking about Trixie. It was brief, but it was so exciting. I barely even noticed when the limo had finally gotten there. As the driver started to put my suitcase in the trunk, I looked over and who do I see sitting alone on a bench? Trixie. I walked on over. "Hey you!" I said. When she saw it was me, she actually seemed pleasantly surprised. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "My mom forgot to pick me up," she said, "Told me to just get a cab." This was fate! Was I about to let this second chance pass me by? I told you I was a smart woman.... She gave me her address, and I gave it to my driver as he put her bag in the trunk. She jumped in the back, touching all the buttons, looking at every little thing. She was so excited. I closed the driver's little window, so we wouldn't be disturbed. "Thank you so much for the ride!" she said. "Of course, honey!" I said as I poured champagne into two glasses. "And since I wasn't there to celebrate your birthday into 'womanhood' the other day, I figure we might as well celebrate it now!" "I dunno..." she said, "I'm not really old enough to drink." "Well, I won't tell if you won't!" I said to her as I handed her the glass. "Oh, there is one rule though..." I added on, "no shoes allowed in this limo!" She smiled that big beautiful smile, and with her shoes and socks, so went her inhibitions. You know, for a kid she sure could hold her liquor. It wasn't until we were in the middle of the second bottle did she start acting loopy. She kept talking about god knows what, about music and movies I had never even heard of, but all I knew was the more she talked, the less she noticed as I started to unbutton her blouse. After only a few minutes, there was only one button holding on for dear life.That was when she finished her glass, turned to me and said, "Wow, you have some really big boobs! Are those things real?!" "Of course! They're all mine!!" All mine alright... bought and paid for! "What about you?" I asked, "What do you have hiding under there?" After pouring herself her next glass, she said, "not much... here, look!" And without missing a beat, she unbuttoned that last stubborn little button and revealed that her bra matched her underwear... non-existent, she had none on. Now big tits like mine are fun to play with, but there was something sexy about a young flat chest. Just barely a hint of a bump, that would someday become a breast, but those pink puffy nipples, not even erect and already perky, completely made up for it. "If you ask me, those are just as good..." I said to her. She leaned back, drinking more champagne, as I leaned in with her, getting a drunken closer look at those nipples. They looked like tiny pink pieces of candy, and I had to have a taste. A few light kisses, big wet strokes with my tongue, gentle sucking for a few seconds, and that's all it took to get those little things fully hard, fully erect. They were better than I had hoped. As she finished off her last drop of liquor, she looked down and found me sucking on her nipples, like a hungry baby. For a second, she seemed angry, she said, "Are you sucking on my boob?!..... Oh, guess the party's over, I thought. "...that's not fair!" She added. "Well, I guess the fair thing to do would be to let you suck on mine!" I said. She sat there for a minute, thinking it over and then finally responded with, "now that's better!" I opened up my jacket and slowly took it off. Continued with my silk blouse and my DD bra. My tits flopped out, all you could see was my diamond necklace, resting on two big round titties, showing off these tiny hard brown nipples. She stumbled over and started to play with them, never taking her eyes off my hard nipples. She pinched them, fingered them a little, pretty much what you'd expect for an inexperienced kid. I pushed her head closer to them and from there she knew what to do. She sucked on them gently, but consistently, she even made these little "mmm" sounds that really got me wet. With one hand, as she sucked, I slid one finger in my pussy to get it wet and started to rub my clit, while the other hand was helping her remove her top all the way and unzip her skirt. Before she knew it, she was completely naked from head to toe, all she had on were those pigtails. It took a second, but I was able to get her off my tits. I leaned her back and lifted her legs as I spread them far. I stared at that pussy, so young, so smooth, so pink, and even wet. I went in. She was so sweet, like white peaches, her pussy was perfect, I could have eaten that thing for hours. She must have been loving it too, because I could feel her restless bare feet rubbing up and down my back. After a moment, she stopped me and rocked my world with only two words "teach me". I took off my skirt, and just like her I was completely naked from head to toe. I spread my legs to show her. I told her the basics, kisses, sucking, licking, but mostly focus on this little fun button, the clit. Now my pussy was also smooth, but there's a big difference between my shaved pussy and her naturally smooth pussy. But for being such a young girl, she was like a pro. She picked up eating pussy like a champ! Licking that clit like a dog, shaking her head, slurping up all the pussy juices, I was about ready to adopt this girl. All that pussy eating made me hungry again. I laid flat on my back and threw her tiny little body on top of me. She could barely get comfortable, what with my tits in the way, but she never stopped eating my pussy. There I was, drunk, laying on my back, eating this bald young pussy, squeezing her ass, spreading those cheeks to see that cute pink back door, while she was munching on my pussy like a tiny whore. My goodness! After a few seconds, I felt her starting to hump my face, going along with my licks. She stopped eating me out to focus on my tongue. She moaned and screamed, and finally with a big groan I felt a little wet splash of pussy juice cover my face. She laid there on top of me, trembling as I finished myself off in my own loud groan of an orgasm. I held her close as we fell asleep. It was amazing. I woke up a little later to see her half way dressed, as we had arrived at her apartment. I kissed her, shoved my tongue deep down her throat. She said she loved me, I almost believed her. I was actually tempted to ask her to come with me, but she was just a dumb kid, and I was only thinking with my horny wet pussy. We drove away and she was gone. Later on, as I got to my penthouse, I went into my purse to get some cash to tip the driver. He had a look on his face, he knew, and I knew that he knew what had gone on in that back-seat. I figured maybe if I paid him a huge tip he'd keep his mouth shut. But I couldn't find anything. That was odd, I knew I had gone to the ATM earlier, I had taken out over $500 and... Hmm... Maybe she wasn't as dumb as I had thought. THE END. written by Jimbo Sept. 2014	3
102,759	A Fantasy about MADONNA - THE SEXIEST WOMAN EVER	Hi! All!! This is a really horny boy ([email protected]) from Dhaka, Bangladesh. I am a very big fan on this site. I have read all the stories. But I don't have any story of my own to share with you people. Because at the age of 20, I am still a virgin guy. But I can share my fantasy with you. Right? Today I am sending my fantasy about the hottest singer, Madonna. I was in need of money. I saw an ad in the newspaper that a well-known celebrity needs a personal assistant. I thought of trying my luck. It was the day of the interview. I was waiting with three other candidates. I was the last one to go. I asked all who it was, but none could say. I also couldn't ask them after their interview because they were to leave in another way. Finally, I was called. When I entered the room, I was shocked to see it was not an actor, but my favorite singer, my dream girl Madonna! A beautiful smile ran across her luscious lips. Even at this age, she is more charming than any teenage girl. I was asked only about my private life, my sex life. I was very embarrassed and was sure that I wouldn't get the job. But to my greater surprise, I got a letter three days later asking me to join my new job! I was more than happy. My job with the private life of my dream girl started. I saw how she maintained her beautiful figure. She spent half her time doing exercise, mostly yoga. Her sexy dresses kept me hard always. I couldn't keep my eyes off her beautiful big globes that kept jiggling with her every step. I couldn't stop staring at her butt swaying left and right in an inviting manner. Finally, I discovered that she was not unaware of my feelings when one day, in a free time, she called me and after a few words, suddenly put her hand on my erection and smiled. I was stunned!!! From then, she began to get more and more lusty with me. She chatted with me mostly about my private life. The more she heard about my virginity and not having a girlfriend, the more she got happy. One day, there was no appointment in her diary. I asked her what she wanted to do that day. She gave a mysterious smile and asked me that day, her appointment was with me for the whole day! I couldn't get her hint until she went to her dressing room and came back with a mind-blowing dress! She was wearing a long transparent gown with a black bra and panty inside. Those were visible through the light material of the gown. She had a lusty look, and a sexy lipstick made her look more horny. She closed the door and made me sit on the bed. I was getting more and more excited. She went for her music system. She played her latest cassette in it. It started playing, "Bad Girl..." She is a very sexy dancer, and she started moving her hips from side to side. I couldn't believe my eyes. I was losing control already. Slowly, she loosened her gown and let it drop to the floor. What a beautiful round ass she had! She came towards me, dancing, still with her back faced towards me. She took my one hand and put it on her left ass cheek. She brushed my hand on her beautiful big hip. I caressed her left cheek and then her right cheek. Once I squeezed her hips really hard. She turned around, and now I saw her beautiful big round breasts and her beautiful belly. I watched her hips swaying and her massive breasts jiggling and causing her bra top to heave up and down. She came near and pushed me and made me lay on my back. Then she came over me and lay on me. Her beautiful soft ass brushed against my erection. With every beat, she was moving her butt, and that was a kind of masturbation with her ass. I almost came. But she withdrew. I tugged at her and pulled her back to me. My penis was already knocking at her arse. She withdrew again, and then she pulled my trousers down and looked at my super hard cock, which was excited to know it will go into my dream girl's pussy. It was getting really hard for me to control myself. But I wanted to enjoy the whole show and enjoy my first fuck - first fuck with my dream girl. The sexiest lady on earth was dancing madly and was making her dreamer more and more crazy. She held her breasts, was squeezing them in an obscene manner. She put my head between her boobs. I stuck my tongue out and sucked the valley between those big mounds. She then started unhooking her bra and let it slip to the floor. Her enormous breasts sprang out of the cups and bounced against each other, settling into perfect, jutting teardrops with just a natural touch of shag as she removed her top completely, her aureoles small and dark and her nipples pointing upwards. She did a small dance in which her boobs jumped up and down a lot. Then she turned her back to me again and started removing her panties. She came near and bent over, and I stuck my tongue in her ass. She started feeling me licking on her cunt and asshole. Her knees started feeling weak, and she wanted more. By then, her nipples were hard, and her pussy was dripping. She looked at me, and I could see her eyes were filled with lust. She kissed me on the lips. That first kiss was awesome! I kissed her with my tongue going deep inside her. We tangled each other's tongue, and I could feel her saliva going in my mouth. The feeling was out of this world. She lay herself down on the floor and said to me "come play with my ass and pussy." I knelt down near her and hugged her and kissed her around her neck. We kissed each other, sucked each other's lips and tongues hungrily. She took the rest of my clothes off! My hands went straight for her boobs. I pinched her nipples, and she felt a sense of pleasure. "Lick my tits," she said, and I put my tongue over her left breast and started sucking. I had one hand squeezing her right breasts and the other on her ass. I was pressing her ass hard and squeezing her breasts. She pulled my head closer to hers and slipped her tongue into my mouth. Her tongue probed my mouth wildly, plunging it in and out. I met her exploring tongue with mine. It seemed like a contest on who could stick the tongue into the other mouth the furthest. Then she finished the burning kiss softly licking my lips. I puckered up my lips and kissed the fatty flesh of her tit lightly. Then she grasped my penis with her hand, and I became tingling again with the orgasmic sensation. She started jacking me off, as I continued to suck and lick her big nipples. She gasped deeply as I sucked on her nipple. She immediately started pumping my penis more seductively. This only made me lap my tongue around her nipple even more. My hot saliva was dripping down her titty, and she moaned, "OH LORD THIS FEELS GOOD!!! Oh baby, yes, you're making me feel so warm and tingling inside." She made herself free from me, still holding my dick. She opened her lips and slid my penis down her throat. The warm rush of feeling the slippery saliva drip down my balls sent every muscle in my body into ecstasy. She moved her head perfectly down my penis and paused with it all in her mouth. I could feel her warm, moist tongue then lapping my balls. And then I came. Madonna had my penis totally in her mouth. Her upper lip was pressed tightly against my stomach. Her lower lip was open, and she was lapping my balls into her mouth. My balls slid in, and she closed her lower lip on the underside of my ball sack. Madonna rolled my balls in her mouth gently. I let go. Cum was starting to pump up from inside my testicles. She could feel the spasms of my cum pumping muscles. She could feel the fluid with her tongue as it was draining through the tube of my body. The pulsing of the muscle contractions that was forcing up the cum bulged Madonna's cheek. I heard my dream girl moan with pleasure because she knew that in the next few seconds she was going to taste her young lover's cum. I felt like my balls were going to explode with each pump. It was almost violent the way my body was reacting to pump the cum into Madonna's mouth. And she started to swallow. While I was pumping my cum into her mouth, it felt like it would never end. But, it only lasted a few seconds as Madonna's throat gulped the virgin cum down to her stomach. We stopped for a few minutes. Then I started to massage her thighs from the waist to the knee. I went harder each time. We both looked at each other and kissed. My lips touched her lips, and she put her tongue in my mouth, and I was sucking it hard and hard. I moved slowly towards her neck while she stretched it out for me. I kissed her through the neck to her right shoulder to her bust. I grabbed them and pressed them hard with my hands. I then put my arms around her back and sucked her nipples. Then I sucked her belly button and smooched it. Then when she rubbed her pussy with both hands and licked her lips, I just lost control. She leaned, and her crotch was just inches from my face. I could smell her sweet pussy, and the sweet scent almost made me dizzy. I loved the aroma of cunt and couldn't resist leaning closer so that I could rub my nose there.I felt Madonna grab my head and hold on as she shoved forward with her hips. My tongue licked between her juicy pussy, and my cunt-hungry mouth. "Yes," she sighed. "Yes!" "What a beautiful cunt!" I cried. "And it's all for you, my darling!" she whispered. I grabbed Madonna by the ass and pulled her closer. She opened her legs to welcome my tongue, and finally, I was tasting what I'd waited for all of my life. She spread her lips for me. Madonna's pussy was sweet-tasting and soft, and the juices were running down my face! She moaned and pulled my head in a jerking motion, as if she were fucking my face. I buried my face in her pussy and tried to crawl inside. I licked, nibbled, kissed, and bit every delicious fold, crevice, and crack of her hot, wet, sticky pussy. Then I came to her aching clit. It was huge, begging to be attacked, to have its lust satisfied. I stood up on my knees and used my stiff prick to rub Madonna's hard little clit. I rubbed and rubbed until her breathing was rapid and her moans became screams, then I buried my face in her hot pussy again and I teased her swollen clit unmercifully, with tiny, fluttery sweeps of my tongue, inching slowly to the climax she desperately needed. I slowly licked her pink slit until she couldn't take it anymore. She then twinged in pleasure and instantly had one, two, or maybe even three orgasms. I shifted my position and climbed on top of my beautiful darling's hot, willing body. I jabbed my tongue into her ear, and she moaned with pleasure. Then I covered my darling's mouth with my own, thrusting my rigid tongue between her lips. Madonna opened her mouth wide and pressed her tongue against mine. She sucked loudly and wetly on my hot tongue, pressing her sensuous lips harder and harder against my mouth. I felt her huge tits pressed against my chest, and my cock grew even harder when I thought of the pleasure awaiting me. "Ohhhh, yesssss, do it! Fuck me!" Madonna cried wildly. She felt my large cockhead pressing against her, and she spread her legs even wider, as wide as she could, as she wriggled her hips impatiently. She just couldn't wait for my cock to ram its way up her hot, wet cunt. Slowly and teasingly, I fit my huge prick snugly into the wet slit of her tight cunt. I rubbed my cock to her cunt hole at the same time I ran my fingers to her asshole. Then, I gave a hard, deep thrust which sent my large prick-shaft shooting all the way into my darling's sucking pussy. "Yessssss!" she moaned. Madonna thrust her ass high in the air and drove her tight, wet pussy-hole all the way down the full length of my throbbing cock. She ground her pelvic bone against my body, feeling my balls mashing against the lower part of her small cunt. As I began to slowly grind my hips, moving my ass in lewd circles above her, Madonna began to pump her cunt up and down on my huge cock, clenching and unclenching her tight cunt-walls as tightly as she could around my thick, hard prick. I could feel my darling's huge tits pressing against my chest, and it turned me on even more as I continued to pump my cock deeply into her hot, grasping pussy. I tried to slow my fucking movements because I still wanted to fuck her slowly so she would enjoy it all more. But she wanted none of that. The way she was pumping her cunt up and down on my rigidly fucking cock-pole, I had no choice but to keep pace with her. Again and again, I stabbed my prick into her cunt, matching the fucking rhythm of Madonna's grinding pussy. It was as though the horny lady was fucking--even raping--her young lover, and I loved the lewd sensation. With a groan of lust, Madonna pulled my head down to her bursting tits, and I sucked her tits again and again as my cock continued to pound its way in and out of her wildly humping pussy. Her ass shook under the impact of my prick. Her cunt-walls burned and tightened with the hot, wet pleasure she felt from my driving prick. I was ramming it in and out, in and out, deeper and harder with each forceful thrust into her pussy-hole. "Ohhhhh, I'm commmmmiiinnngg!" The bitch suddenly squealed, grabbing me tightly and pressing my hard body against her soft one. She moaned and tossed herself back and forth, almost making her lover's prick slip out of her coming cunt. But I held onto her, scooping my hands under her shaking ass and jerking her hips up toward my prick. I rammed her deeper and harder as she continued to come, clenching and unclenching her powerful cunt-muscles around my steel-hard, pleasure-giving cock-rod. "Ohhhhhhh, God, it feels soooooo fuckin' gooooood!" she cried, thrusting her hips up even higher, shuddering violently, and gasping desperately for air as her climax smashed through her again and again. "Ahhhhhh, I am commmmiiinnngg!" she moaned loud and long. Her hot body thrust and humped upward, driving higher and higher. Her tightly clenching cunt-walls sucked at my cock, trying desperately to milk it of my hot, thick jizz. She pumped her ass off, feeling her gigantic tits shaking and bouncing with her every lewd move. Her cunt-walls spasmed and gushed out her hot pussy-juice, filling her cunt and trickling down her firm thighs and splashing onto the bed between her legs. "Oh, Honey, fuck me, fuck meeeee!" she yelled. It was the most exciting orgasm of her life, long, hard, and shudderingly powerful. Her long, sharp fingernails clawed her young lover's shoulders and back as she came and came, grinding her pulsating clit up and down along the thick shaft of my hard prick. I felt my orgasm approaching. I jammed my cock into her cunt, pumping her full of my thick, creamy cum. Burning jets of hot jism blasted into her pussy. She gasped aloud when she felt the hard, hot spurts of cum shooting into her from my cock-head. The creamy spunk burned deeply into her cunt-hole and on into her churning guts. Her cunt walls spasmed violently as her pussy sucked my cum from my jerking prick. She grunted hard as I pounded into her cunt, pumping her full of my hot cum. She slammed her legs flat against the couch, her body flattening under the lewd assault of her young virgin lover's hammering prick. "Ahhhh, yeses, yessss! Fill me full of your cum! I love it! I can feel it! More! I want more!" she yelled happily, tears of pleasure streaming down her lovely face. As the last of my cum-load shot into Madonna's pussy, I dropped my head to her tits and once more nipped her nipples with the edges of my sharp teeth. She jerked at the sudden pain, but she loved it. She held me tightly against her as I continued to thrust my cock deeply into her cunt. She felt completely filled with my cum, and she loved the lewd sensations. My cock was still hard, even after shooting off all that cum. I continued to pump my prick in and out of the bitch's drenched pussy, but slower and more gently now. I fucked her slowly, rubbing the length of my prick up and down over her clit, which was still hard and rigid. I could feel her clitty jerking against my cock-meat, and I knew that I could make her come again if I wanted to. And I did want to. I continued to slowly pump my hard cock into Madonna's pussy-hole, rubbing her clit over and over until she came again. Shudders of violent pleasure washed over her as she grabbed my face and kissed me passionately on the lips, finding my hot tongue with hers. Finally, her incestuous orgasm passed over her, and she rested, feeling the warm cum oozing from her trembling pussy-lips, which still held her lover's cock. She then turned around and lay on her chest. She was breathing heavily. But I was watching her beautiful butt. As she was trembling in pleasure, her butt cheeks were shivering. It was quite a sight! My cock grew fully erected by then. I put my hands on her ass, and my fingers were trying to define her asshole. I started to lick her from the ass by opening it with my both hands; she was enjoying it very much. After sucking a lot on her ass and pussy from the back, I inserted my first finger in her ass, and she cried, "Aaaaah Aaah." Then I inserted my second finger in the ass, and she cried with pain, and my fingers were moving in and out of her asshole. Now I was also very excited, and my cock was fully erected and ready to fuck Madonna's ass. She then went into the Doggy Position. I went back. I put my both palms on her shoulders and started pressing them slowly, then massaged her hands slowly, then brought my hand on her back and moved down till her waist. I repeated the process many times. I spread my both palms and started massaging sensationally. This time I crossed her waist and made rounds on her ass cheeks. Then I moved my hand to her thighs and carried on this same rhythm. She started moaning softly. I slipped my hands under her shoulders and managed to touch her boobs with my fingers, then moved toward the hips, squeezed them badly, and moved my hand to her ass crack, then towards her sweet pussy. She shivered badly; she was out of control now and moaned loudly. Then I stopped over her smooth ass and licked the hot button of her anus. She shivered as I deposited a big dollop of saliva over her. Then it was the turn of my cock. I spread the muscular cheeks wide, as the tip of my cock pried at the dark, well-moistened opening. She groaned and tried to slide forward, away from the increasing pressure. I held her firm, whispering encouragement, and pressed harder. The muscular ring yielded slowly, opening to allow my glans to penetrate. Her moan took on an anxious, rising note as I pressed deeper, millimeter by millimeter. The muscular knot transforming into a tight, hot ring that slipped along my cock shaft as I slid full length into her hot, burning anus. Madonna shook her head, whimpering noises rising to an almost wail, as I began to fuck her ass, struggling to keep it slow and shallow.Her moaning wail was slowly replaced by more animal-like grunts, and I began to discern words as she chanted between her gasping breaths, each timed to my thrusting cock: "Fuck.. my.. ass.. Cum.. in.. my.. ass.. Fuck." By now, I had rolled her fully onto her front, humping her raised ass with an increasing tempo. Reaching under her, I filled my hand with her beautiful breasts, and panted my own mindless noises into the hair at the back of her neck, until with a harsh growl I pumped my second load of semen into her willing body. My cock, jammed deep in her ass, spurting cum while I moaned into her ear, was enough to send her over the top. Wailing and bucking like a wild horse, she joined me in an orgasmic explosion. We lay for a long time, my weight on her back. My cock had barely softened and popped out of her abused anus like a cork from a bottle. Then I rolled over and lay beside her. After a few minutes, she rolled and lay on her back. I was suddenly stunned to see her laying, her beautiful breasts flat against her - Madonna looked as beautiful as ever. I couldn't help but start squeezing those big, beautiful mounds again. I then knelt next to her, my cock already rock-hard once again. I moved over her, one knee on each side of her abdomen, lowering my cock to her chest. She took my cue, and as I pushed my cock down between her breasts, she took one boob in each hand and smashed them against my shaft. The feeling was incredible. Her soft, warm breasts enveloping my engorged penis. Slowly, I began moving between them, titty-fucking the most beautiful tits on the planet. "Oh, cum for me," she said, watching my cock slide between her breasts. "Cum in my mouth." The feeling was incredible, and I knew I wouldn't last long. I began pumping harder, feeling my orgasm building. I looked into her eyes and nodded. She understood. She sat up quickly, taking the cock in both hands and stroking with all her might, bringing the tip into her mouth. I began cumming furiously. I could hardly believe I had any cum left, but soon her mouth was filling with it. She smiled up at me, opening her mouth wide so I could see it filled with my jizz. We don't know how long we were lying there, wrapped with each other. But it was the most exciting loss of virginity a young man can ever dream of - losing the virginity to the lady of his dreams...	4
102,779	Too much love	Helen groaned as she heard the screams echo from the front room. Without looking, she knew what was going on. Her son Ed was fighting with one or other of his sisters again. Hearing a crash, she hastily stood and rushed into the room to see what disaster he had wrought to her house once more. As she entered, she saw her 13-year-old son sitting astride his older sister. His knees were pinning her arms to her side, and his hands were holding her face casually as she struggled, swearing and cursing at her brother. "Edward Tonny, get off your sister this instant," she tried to command, but to no one's surprise, Ed only gave her an insouciant grin, ignoring her. Turning to his sister, he began to dramatically snort and gargle, creating a huge, sister-splattering loogie, ready to deposit on his horrified sister. Helen stood helplessly watching; ever since her husband and the children's father died two years ago, Ed had become ever more insolent and rebellious. She had tried grounding him, but he simply left his room anyway; she tried stopping his allowance, but he simply took it from her purse when she wasn't looking; she had even once smacked him, but so lightly that Ed had laughed at her as she did and pushed her away as she sat there crying at her failure. Her two daughters, Amy, who was struggling with her brother, and the youngest, Beth, were still well-behaved; it was just Ed - he was uncontrollable. Was there nothing that could stop his bad behavior? "Here goes, Sis..." Ed taunted as he leaned over, ready to drip his foul excretion upon her. Amy desperately went for the nuclear option. To aim, Ed had raised himself up and forward slightly. Enough to present Amy with an opportunity. With a furious movement, she snapped her knee up hard and first in between her brother's legs and drove into him with all her strength. The thud could be heard rooms away as her knee connected with Ed's testicles, driving them up into the boy's pubic bone. Ed's eyes grew wide, and a burble of agony escaped his lips as he keeled over, curling into a fetal ball, his world now a small ball of pain. Amy, now free, rose up and proceeded to flail in anger at her brother ineffectually, raining hits and kicks upon her tormentor, trying to gain a measure of revenge for his constant bullying. Helen shook herself out of her surprise and leapt forward, bodily hauling the furious teenage girl off her brother, pushing her away. She ordered the girl to calm down and leave before turning to look at her son. Ed was in agony, in more pain than he had ever faced in his thirteen years, more even than when he had broken his arm falling from a tree when he was six. Gasping, he rolled back and forth, a hand cupping his bruised balls. "Fuck, that cow has broken them," he moaned. "I'll get her," he vowed as his senses eased him back to reality. Rolling to his knees, he used his free hand to brush the tears from his eyes. It was only then he noticed his mother. Helen stood passively watching as her son slowly stopped rolling around in pain and regained his senses. Her arms were crossed over her bosom. She did not like seeing her son, any of her children, in pain, but to her surprise, she did not find herself rushing to her beloved little man and hugging and reassuring him. In fact, she quite enjoyed the sight. Yes, it was wrong of Amy to knee her brother, well, knee her brother in that place, and quite so hard, but without question, he did deserve it. Not just for today's fight but for the teasing and taunting and bullying of the last few years. Helen's main fault was that she was nice, too nice. The children's father had been the disciplinarian, the one to say no and command obedience with a scowl and a frown. Not Helen - she was just too... nice. But she was a caring mother, and she knew her son was on the border. The border between child and teenager, the border between boy and man, and the border between becoming a good or a bad person. She knew her job was to give her children the best upbringing that a widower could, to bring them up happy and bring them up to be good people. She was succeeding with her daughters, but she was failing with Ed. She refused to fail her son, so she would help him, she would love him, and she would make him a man. "Mom," Ed whined as he managed to secure enough air back in his lungs to speak, "Did you see what Amy did?" "Yes." "What are you going to do? Ground her? You would me." "Actually, I'm thinking of thanking her," Helen replied, a small smile on her lips at the outraged face of her son. "Yes, Ed. Thank her. For showing me a solution. A solution to your brattish, annoying behavior." She spoke calmly, but her words seemed to hang heavy in the air somehow. Ed watched, eyes wide in true surprise, as his mother walked up to him. Gently, she moved her son's hand away from his genitals and brushed an imaginary piece of lint from his shoulders as she looked him in the eye. "You have skipped school repeatedly; you have stolen from me, broken things around the house in a fit of pique, sworn at me. And no matter what I did, you wouldn't stop." Ed's face twisted in anger at his mother's words. He had heard them before, but did she not realize he was not a boy? What did she know? She always sided with his sisters. She did not care. He hated her. All these thoughts and more raced through his mind in a second. Snarling, he tried to twist from his mother's grasp and find something to break, some way of hurting her, some way of showing her how much he hurt since his father had left them. To his surprise, his mother held onto him rather than letting him go as normal. Her hands gripped so tightly on his shoulders that he winced in surprise. Before, when there had been physical interactions, he had always been the stronger. Now he realized he had only won those times because of his mother's weakness of will, not the weakness of her muscles. "Let go of me, you bitch," he said the word without thought. Helen's hand snaked out and slapped her son in a hard but controlled slap, and then a backhanded slap to the other cheek, leaving two bright red marks on her son's formerly white cheeks. "You hit me...You hit me..." Ed repeated, the surprise and shock writ plain on his face. For a second, Helen nearly broke and moved to hug him and apologize, but she stopped. A memory flooded back of the face of Beth. The seven-year-old girl was distraught, her face broken, tears rolling down her eyes as she surveyed the remains of the dollhouse she once played with. Ed stood in the corner, laughing at the sight of the ruined toy, a toy he had deliberately broken in response to some childish dispute between the two children. The dollhouse had been made by Beth's and Ed's father. It was not that well-made, it was not pretty or special, save that it was the young girl's last real link to her father. That was the time she had tried to spank the boy, turning him over her knee and slapping his bottom. Her spanks, though, were too light and had no effect, the boy's mocking laughter causing tears in Helen's face as the boy left, leaving a mother and daughter to share tears together. Her hand moved down with no thought, controlled subconsciously as it grasped her son's small penis and testicles in a firm grip through his trousers. Given the earlier abuse, even this relatively light grip caused him to yelp in pain and surprise. "ENOUGH. Stealing, swearing, truancy, all those I could forgive. I tried to be understanding, to give you leeway due to the loss of your father. But... but you have ruined the lives of your sisters and of mine. We have lost too, you know?" Her voice raised in tone as, with each word, her grip tightened like a vise on her son's testicles. "He was their father too; don't you care what they went through, what they are going through? He was my husband - don't you think I hurt. Could you not help me instead of trying to destroy this family?" Ed could not speak; his head was red in agony as his mother's hand now tore pain from him like nothing before. He thought he would throw up when her hand tightened, he thought he would throw up when the hand continued to tighten, he knew he would die as the pressure continued even more. Through the pain, though, he heard his mother's words, and they hurt even more - well, no, they didn't, but they did hurt, he conceded. His mother suddenly let go, causing him to fall heavily to the floor, writhing in pain and dry retching. "I'm sorry, Edward, but I can't allow you to ruin this family or your own life. I tried to be understanding of your needs as a boy going through changes, but I must do what is best, even if you don't understand." Helen's heart hurt at the sight of the pain she had caused her son. Her hand seemed to burn in shame where it had torn torment from her son's body, yet her head ruled all. She now had a way of controlling her son; she could control him. It would not be pretty, she knew. And she knew, too, that despite this initial victory over her son, the war against the boy's internal anger was far from over.No, today was but the beginning, but she smiled serenely as Ed crawled away and slunk to his room in pain and shame. It was certainly a promising beginning. Helen ruffled Beth's hair as she walked past her while she ate breakfast, causing a snort of annoyance from her as she patted down her maternally ruffled hair. Smiling, she left the kitchen and walked up the stairs, her smile fading. It was almost 8:00 a.m., and her son was not up yet. True, it was Saturday, and normally she would have let her son's tardiness slide, but she knew that she had to follow up on the events of the night before. She had searched her soul after punishing Ed, trying to decide whether what she had done was right or not. She knew something had to be done, but was this the right way? How could a mother do what she planned to do? The truth was, she had no choice. All other types of punishment had failed; the boy was wild and out of control, and now he was entering puberty and growing. She could not physically restrain him, at least without exploiting the boy's one God-given weakness. She opened the door and saw an amorphous lump on the bed where her son lay hidden under a duvet. With a quick movement, she reached down and whipped the duvet off, dropping it on the floor and exposing her son naked save for a pair of blue briefs. Ed came awake, looking left and right in shock at the sudden exposure, his eyes soon focused on his mom, and he squealed, "Mom," as he tried to cover himself as his mother looked down on his near nakedness. "Up," Helen barked, taking Ed by the arm and hauling him up, not giving the boy time to gain his equilibrium and resist. "And why are you wearing those?" She snapped, pointing at the briefs that he had left on from the previous night. "Have I not told you to put all your used clothes in the basket before you go to bed?" Her eyes looked around, tightening as she saw the boy's other clothes splayed around the floor rather than in the basket. "Take them off and in the basket. It's time for breakfast." "No way," Ed replied, shocked, knowing his mother would see his nakedness, his boy bits, for the first time in many years. Helen, with shocking speed, caught the retreating boy and pulled him back onto his bed. Straddling his body, she pulled the briefs free from him, exposing him. The fight from Ed stopped as soon as she had stripped him. Ed could not comprehend what had changed in his previously meek mother, and his nakedness caused him to feel more vulnerable than he felt possible. Not to mention that he could still feel the ache from his mother's and sisters' actions the night before, an ache that meant he was not really in the mood for much sudden or energetic movement. Helen could not help but look at the boy's penis and testicles as she stripped his underpants off him. Organs she had not seen since she last bathed him at the age of 6. His penis had grown slightly, and his testicles also, although that may also be due to the swelling and redness that were still apparent from the previous night's punishment. She was not sexually attracted by the sight. He was her son, and he was small down there, in comparison to his father's penis, the only one she had seen in her life. He was at best average, and that was being generous, yet his adult penis far outstripped the small, wrinkled one before her eyes. Uncircumcised, unlike his father, they had seen no reason to change that; it was, if anything, she conceded, really quite cute in a strange way. Shaking her head free of these thoughts, she stood up, dragging Ed with her. She pulled him towards the door. Ed did not argue, sensing that now was perhaps, all things considered, not the best time to argue. That was until he realized that his mother was taking him to the kitchen, where his two sisters were eating breakfast. His two brattish sisters who would see his floppy bits, oh God, no... "No, Mom, no, I'm naked," he protested, anxious that he was not humiliated in front of his two horrible sisters. "Don't argue. Times have changed for you," Helen replied calmly and moved her hand from Ed's shoulder and instead gripped the boy's testicles in an unrelenting grip, pulling the now, significantly less resisting boy after her. Amy nearly choked on her cornflakes as she saw Ed being dragged into the kitchen by his mother. When she saw by what his mother was leading him, she did choke, dribbling milk down her chin. Beth, who was sitting with her back to the door, looked at her older sister's face quizzically before turning and gasping in horrified delight at what confronted her. Ed was squirming in embarrassment, yet his mother would not relent. "Edward here is going to apologize," she declared to the two girls, letting his testicles free but taking hold of his shoulder as he first attempted to bolt to safety and only then reluctantly settled for covering himself from his sisters' gazes. "What for?" he whined. "What for? Perhaps for being a spoilt brat who has made everyone's life in this house a misery. For fighting, stealing, and breaking things. Perhaps that's why," Helen replied sarcastically. "Yeah!" exclaimed Beth, who still harbored her brother ill-will for his destruction of her dollhouse. "Amy was fighting as well," Ed protested, ignoring the look of anger that his older sister shot him, "and as you say, the oldest should set an example." "Quite right, that's why Amy is grounded for the weekend," Helen replied, ignoring the "oh, Mom" complaint from Amy. "You're grounding me then as well," Ed sneered, knowing that that really was not much of a punishment, and if he grew bored, he would simply leave, grounded or not. "No." "That's not fair," Amy exclaimed. "He started it, and he has been such a brat," she added sullenly as Ed grinned, believing that perhaps he would be getting off, well, getting off other than having to apologize in the nude. After all, his sisters had seen him nude before, if a few years ago, and an apology was only words. "No, I'm not grounding you, Edward, after all that has failed so many times before. No, I'm going to spank you." Ed sniffed disdainfully, knowing that his mother could not spank hard, and even naked as he was, he would not suffer much. He could live with a little bit of embarrassment, after all. Using a foot, Helen dragged a spare table chair from under the table into the room and, sitting down, pulled Ed after her. For a second, Ed had not resisted, expecting his mother to take him to his room and give him a few slaps like last time, away from the prying eyes of his siblings. He was therefore already over his mother's lap, bare bottom up, before he realized that his mother was going to spank him in front of his sisters. This was a fate worse than death for him, knowing that he would lose face before them. With an effort, he struggled, attempting to escape, but to his surprise, he was unable to escape, his mother moving quickly, capturing one leg under hers and spreading his bottom wide. Beth and Amy shared a grin of wild delight as they saw that they would get to watch as their brother got his long-due comeuppance. This was so improbable a turn of events that they could not believe their luck, staying silent in case they attracted their mother's attention, who might get them to leave, not realizing that they were still there. They need not have worried. Helen knew that a few spanks would do nothing to help Ed behave. That had failed so badly before. She did not know why, and she could not explain how she knew, but she did now with a certainty of purpose that brought light to her life. She knew in her heart that Ed must be broken down into a little boy again so that he could be rebuilt into a man. Such a task would require humiliation, it would require time, and it would also require pain. One hand holding the squirming boy still, she used her free hand to ease her son's testicles and penis back so they laid pointing backwards away from him, resting against her thigh. Ed's squirming stopped instantly as he felt his mother's hands on his sore "bits." Yet, to his relief, she did not squeeze or hurt them this time. In fact, as far as Ed could assess, his mother was simply moving them out of the way so they weren't crushed beneath him when she spanked him. He was wrong. Amy looked curiously at the small, wrinkled sac that was now visible. She had only just started dating a boy of her age, and her experience with him had gone no further than a few chaste kisses, a state of play that would not change soon, Amy was clear on. But she was becoming more interested in boys, particularly certain bits of boys. Her curiosity would not permit her not to look. Even knowing they were small and belonged to her brother, there was something inexplicable about the little things that rested against her mother's leg. However, what she saw did not impress her; to her eyes, they looked like no more than wrinkled prunes. Just why were boys so proud of them? Helen knew the girls were watching, a fact that discomfited her. However, this was the only solution that she could see. It was with a heavy heart that she lifted a heavy hand and, with a gentle but firm slap, she landed the first blow upon her son's recalcitrant body. The scream was unearthly, causing Beth to drop her spoon in shock and horror at the sound, even Amy, with her behavior of the previous night, looked shocked that such a sound could come from a human being. Their shock was as nothing to Ed's. His mother's hand descended to his bottom, but had not hit it directly. Instead, it had fallen upon his exposed balls, stinging them painfully and compressing them against his mother's thigh. He felt bile rise in his throat as he screamed his pain, hoping beyond hope that this was merely a misaimed blow from his mother, inexperienced as she was at spanking.The second blow disabused him of that notion as the maternal hand descended once more, slapping his testicles and causing them to bounce and flop between his outstretched legs. Were his stomach not empty, he would have emptied it on the kitchen floor as four more slaps hit his balls. Each blow was no harder than the one before. And no one blow was in truth hard. But each blow hurt a thousand times more than the one before, as pain radiated like a visceral rip inside his body, causing his mind and senses to shut down, save for the pain. His mother released him, and he slumped to the floor, moaning in a private world of pain. The whole affair had taken less than 20 seconds, yet a lifetime had passed for Ed. Through the pain, he realized that things had changed. His mother, loving but useless, had changed; now, she seemed more terrible and vindictive than could be believed. Ed hated her, hated her with more passion than he felt possible, yet was there also respect? He did not know, his mind not yet capable of functioning at such a level, the pain taking every cell of his brain to fully process. Helen almost cried, her chest bursting in her own pain as she saw the mess she had made of Ed, her son, her only son. Yet she also saw the looks of hope in the eyes of her two daughters, and she knew that she would have to endure the pain she was feeling to save her family. She could not relent now. No, indeed, she would have to push on further. "Edward, I hope you have learned your lesson. Your behavior will no longer be tolerated. That applies to you two as well," she swept a look at the two daughters, hurting inside once more as she saw them physically shrink back from their mother now, anxious not to receive similar treatment. "Understand, I will not hesitate to spank you again, Edward. Harder if necessary. Do you understand?" she asked the boy who still mewed on the floor, holding himself. Ed did not reply, but Helen understood that this failure was not indiscipline, rather incapability, so she took no action. "Well then, Edward, after breakfast, you can join your sister in staying in your room all weekend. You're joining your sister in a weekend's grounding. I'm quite sure that this time, you won't, neither of you," she looked sternly at Amy, who lowered her eyes, "will think of escaping when my back is turned." Ed, who would have required a stretcher to escape at this precise moment, agreed with his mother and, with a Herculean effort, hauled himself up off the floor and collapsed on a chair, staring at his mother like a mouse before a cat, only able to nod his understanding. "That's settled then," Helen added brightly, as if nothing had just happened. "Well, Ed, do you want cereal or toast for breakfast?"	3
102,780	Too Much Love	Helen sighed as she bathed Beth again, trying to loosen the white mess that covered her hair and trailed down the 7-year-old's body. "Typical," she thought. Beth had only just started taking responsibility for her own bathing, and Ed had to pull one of his little pranks. It had been over 2 months since she had beaten the boy's testicles, and ever since, he had been on his best behavior. Of course, his best behavior meant just being a naughty boy, but that was still an improvement from being a terrorist in training. It was child's play - any time Ed played up, she only had to threaten a visit by her hand to his dangly bits, and he would behave. Of course, it would not last, as witnessed by the state of Beth in the bath. She scrubbed furiously at the girl's scalp, ignoring the complaints. Unfortunately, the paste would not come off. There was no alternative, she sighed, as she turned to the bathroom cabinet and picked up a pair of scissors. If Helen had been honest, she would have admitted to being quite impressed by her son's prank. Sneaking into the bathroom and replacing his younger sister's shower gel with sticky paste was inspired. The problem was the paste was so strong that Beth's pretty curly locks would have to be shorn from her. Beth began crying as she saw the scissors, knowing what was going to happen. Ed swaggered into the kitchen through the back door, kicking his trainers off as he went. He stopped as he saw his mother sitting at the kitchen table, arms folded, staring at him, her eyes furrowed. Ed was not particularly smart, but given that next to his mom sat Beth, sporting the worst haircut in the world, he could guess what had happened. "Is there a problem?" he brazened out as he pulled the door shut behind him. "Do you have something you want to tell me?" Ed shook his hand, adopting an air of indifference as he poured a glass of water. "Something to do with messing with your sister's shower gel, perhaps?" Helen continued, her tone still friendly and open. "No, mom, nothing to do with me." Ed made to leave the room, but his mother gave him a look to stop. A few months ago, he would have ignored such a look, but no, while he was not bright, he wasn't stupid either. He stopped and stared at his mom and then at Beth. "Let's see then, Ed. I am sitting quietly while your sister has a shower. I hear a scream and, rushing upstairs, I find your sister coated in a thick white paste. A thick white paste that coated her from top to bottom. A thick white paste that could not be washed out of her hair," Helen paused and looked at Beth, who glowered at her brother, eyes still puffy from crying. "Nothing to do with me," Ed lied, internally smirking at how well his prank had worked, knowing that there was absolutely no proof tying him to the paste. "Nothing to do with you. Let me think. There are only 4 people in this house. I know I did not do it, and I doubt Beth played the trick on herself. Amy, no, not her style - I don't think she could be so horrible to her little sister. That leaves...well, well, well... that leaves little old you," Helen looked coldly at the boy. "Can't prove nuthin'..." Ed grunted, standing and making to leave. Helen stood and caught her son by the hand. "Quite true, I can't prove it was you. But you forget, I'm your mother, not a judge," she snapped, anger flaring. "Let go, you're hurting me," Ed whined, his arm whitening under the pressing fingers of his mother. "Come with me NOW," she snapped, pulling the boy after her. "You too, sweetie," she added to Beth. Ed whined and wheedled as his mother pulled him all the way up the stairs, leading him into the family bathroom. Pushing Ed so he fell back, sitting on the toilet, she turned and, allowing Beth to pass her, clicked the small lock on the door before turning to her son. "Edward, I know you played that trick on your sister. You're right, I can't prove it, but then I don't have to." She turned to Beth, who now looked exultant, confident that she would see her brother punished for his nasty trick on her. "Beth, it was your hair his little trick cost, so I think he should lose some of his - fair's fair." Ed put a hand on his hair by reflex before realizing he did not really fear being given a haircut, even one as bad as his sister often wore. His hand came down as he felt more comfortable with his fate. "Beth, look in my drawer and fetch the pink tube in there," she commanded, not taking her eyes off Ed. "You can take those clothes off while we're waiting," she added to Ed. Ed complied reluctantly, not keen on being naked once more in front of his mom and little sister. He remembered the humiliation and pain from a few months ago when his balls were spanked in public, an experience he really hoped never to experience again. Since then, nothing had been said about those events. His mother was more domineering, not brooking any insolence from him or the girls, who too sensed the newfound confidence of their mother. But despite this change, he was still given privacy to wash, a room where he could be alone, and hugged when he needed it. However, he knew that close to his mother's surface was an edge, an edge that his stupid prank had brought sharply back once more to the surface. Knowing this, he did not argue but instead stripped, his hands reflexively cupping his penis and balls. He watched as his mother took the pink tube from Beth, nodding her thanks. He did not know what was in the tube, but suspected it was some form of shampoo that she was going to wet his hair with before she cut it. "Move those." Ed slowly moved his hands away from his testicles, ignoring the giggle from his sister, exposing his penis and testicles to his mother's gaze. "Hmm, it seems you have grown a bit even in the last 2 months. I do believe I see a few more hairs than you had last time. Hopefully, your 'pee-pee' will show a similar growth spurt soon," she added archly, aware that she needed to put her son in his place if his behavior was to continue to improve. She ignored her son's sullen glare of anger at her remark and flipped the lid of the tube she held. Pouring a large gloop of Nair, her nose wrinkling at the strongly chemical smell the hair removal cream gave off. She had come up with this plan when she was washing and cutting the hair of her daughter. She knew a girl's hair was far more important to her than a boy's was. She had considered dishing out a special spanking again, but it was just a prank after all. A prank that went badly wrong, admittedly, but she did not want to hurt her son badly for a relatively minor indiscretion. Still, he needed to be brought down a peg or two. She remembered the Nair in her drawer as she washed Beth. She had undressed and joined her before her clothes got thoroughly soaked and noticed that the hairs on her legs really needed doing again. Then it hit her. While a boy may not care about the hair on his head, the hair on his manhood? Now, that was something that teen boys were very interested in and proud of. She discounted saving the boy down there, not wanting to take the chance of using a razor on a struggling child. She wanted to help her boy become a man; accidentally cutting a couple of important bits off of him would kind of defeat that purpose. Hair removal cream, though, was an alternative with no risk of accidental guts or nicks. Ed was confused as his mother approached him, hand held low rather than approaching his head. He yelped in surprise and at the feel of the cold lotion as his mother slapped it on his groin, just above his penis. Helen ignored Ed's protests as she began to massage the lotion thoroughly into his groin, ensuring that every square inch of his balls and penis was coated with the thick cream. It was perhaps overkill, as her son had only grown a few hairs, but she knew how deeply it shamed the boy to have his mother touch and massage him 'there'. She was shocked as she felt her son harden as she massaged him. She still thought of him as a little boy, and to feel that physical reality of his growing maturity stopped her for a moment. She stepped back, the realization of what she had done hitting her. Her nerve almost failed her as she looked at Ed, his willy poking up like a little stick of rock. Beth, though, saved both her and Ed's future. A loud laugh burst from the girl's lips as she saw her brother's thingy poking up, coated in pink slime. Helen had an epiphany at the sound of her daughter's laughter. First, there was the burst of relief that her daughter was recovering from the trauma of losing her hair. But also, the realization that she had been looking at her son as a sexual being, and not just as one of her children. She was his mother; to her, he was not a sexual being, he was just her son. She could remember Ed as a baby when he would giggle and touch his little thingy when she changed his diaper. There was nothing sexual in that - it was just exploration. This was exactly the same; of course, he got hard, he was a teen boy who just had his willy touched. A purely physical reaction that should not stop her finishing his punishment. "What are you laughing at, Beth?" she asked mildly, to which Beth immediately stopped and shrunk back, fearing that she may be in trouble. Putting a comforting arm around the girl, Helen drew her forward, reassuring her that she was not in trouble. "His thingy is pointing up." "It's called a penis, dear. Do you want to have a closer look?" Helen asked, ignoring Ed's gasp of horror. "No, it's icky," Beth declared, backing away. Helen laughed at the look on the girl's face before turning back to Ed. "Now, Edward, that cream will remove all your nasty little hairs down there, not that you had many to start with." Ed's face dropped in realization at what was happening to him, his hand flying down to wipe the pink, chemical-smelling gloop off of him. His mother quickly slapped his hand away and snapped at him to behave or 'else'.Ed paused, caught between not antagonizing his mother more and knowing the ridicule that he would face in the showers at school were he to become hairless once more down there. There was only one choice he could make in truth. The bullies at school were a long way away, and his mother was here, a mere foot from his naked body, and in no mood for any trouble. Sighing, his hand pulled away, and he tried to form a mental picture of a happier place as he stood there, open to the eyes of his sister and mother. "Mom, why haven't you coated all his pee-pee with the stuff?" Beth asked. Helen looked at her quizzically. "That bit under his skin," Beth clarified, "The head...You know the darker bit." She finished, blushing a little, realizing what she was discussing with her mother. "That's not necessary, Beth. Nobody has any hair there to remove." "But isn't this a punishment for what he did to my hair?" Beth queried, anxious to extend her brother's pain just a little further. "And he did get that paste all over me," she added with one final little twist of the knife. Helen thought that this was going a bit far, but then... This was really about humiliation, so perhaps... Well, why not? she finally convinced herself. "It's not going to hurt anyone." Agreeing, she warned Ed to remain still and, with thumb and forefinger, pulled back the foreskin. To her surprise, it only exposed the very tip, the boy's foreskin reluctant to fully retract. Using the tip of her finger, she massaged some more Nair onto the boy's urethra, which just showed. Then, using slightly more force and the lubricating effect of the cream, she pulled the skin back, finally exposing the entire head to the air. Ed whined as he felt a tearing pain in his willy. Not serious, but still painful. His mother, to no one's surprise, did not care, simply telling him not to be a baby as she liberally smeared the cream onto his ultra-sensitive head and glans before finally releasing her pincer-like grip, allowing the skin to slide slickly back over Ed's penis. After this final humiliation of her brother, Beth quickly became bored. She had seen her brother naked before, and he had been humiliated enough. Well, humiliated as much as their mother would allow, anyway. So, after giving her mother a quick peck on the cheek and poking her tongue out at Ed, Beth slipped away to watch TV. As Beth left, Ed felt a small smile of relief. While he was still naked, his bits coated in pink 'Nair', all in all, things could have been worse. The cream did not really hurt, and his mother had seen him nude before. Perhaps his punishment would not be so bad and would all be over in a few more minutes. "Right, Ed, time to..." Helen stopped as the ring of the telephone interrupted her before turning as she heard Beth run to answer it. "Right, where was I? Oh yes, we need to get the cream off. Can't keep it on there too long..." "MOOOOMMMM!" Beth's voiced echoed around the house like a foghorn. "It's Nanny. She says she needs to speak to you urgently," the girl called up the stairs. Helen dithered for a second, wondering why her mother would be calling her. Perhaps it was about Dad's test results. That must be it, she decided, caught between dealing with her son and her mother. "Stay here, Ed, and don't move," she squinted sternly at the boy, who did not reply. "I'll take this call and then come up to deal with you." Without waiting for an answer, Helen turned and left, leaving Ed alone. He stood still, looking out of the open bathroom door, before edging to the door and noting that his mother had made it downstairs. Judging it safe, he softly pulled the door too, to allow him a modicum of privacy. No reason to remain exposed while he waited, after all. Smiling at his little victory, Ed perched his buttocks on the cold edge of the bath and waited for his mother to return. Helen sat on the chair next to the phone and listened as her mother updated her on her father's medical tests. Helen was still there 20 minutes later as Amy entered and, waving at her mom, went upstairs to change. With a bundle of fresh clothes in hand, she nudged the door to the bathroom door and entered. "Ewwwwww, what the hell are you doing?????" Amy squealed in surprise as her brother's naked form writhed on the floor. Her anger vanished as she saw the look of agony on her brother's face as tears streaked down his cheeks uncontrollably. "Mom..Mommm….MOMMM!" Amy's voice became more and more hysterical as Ed refused to stop his cries. "Oh shit!" Helen remembered instantly how she had left her son and, without thinking, slammed the phone down and ran upstairs. Thoughts of child protection visits and trips to hospitals flooded her brain. She knew that the hair removal cream should only be applied for 5 minutes tops, and she had left it on Ed for ½ an hour, and she had applied it on his....Oh God. Entering the bathroom, she pulled Amy out of the way, telling her to get a wet flannel, and knelt by her son. Her heart broke as she saw the pain he was in as she pulled his hands away from his groin. She stifled a gasp as she saw the red raw state of her son's testicles and penis. Knowing full well that the cream should have been removed after at most 5 minutes, she took the flannel from Amy and tried to wipe the remnants of the cream off her son. Too far gone in pain, Ed flapped wildly at his mother's touch, which, although gentle, felt like lances of fire into his skin. All had been well for a few minutes after his mother had left him alone. He had even begun to feel like he had got away with his prank, as he sat there. Then the burn started. At first, it was nothing more than a tingle, but it built and built little by little until he felt as if someone had done a Chinese burn on his willy. Not caring that he may get into trouble, he determined to wipe the pink smelly stuff off of him. Standing on tiptoes, he hooked his small testicles over the rim of the wash basin and turned on the cold tap. Taking a cloth, he wetted it and began cleaning himself. His willy, not huge to start with, shrank at the touch of the cold water, but Ed did not care. The feel of the cool water was bliss, easing the pain of the burn of his bits. Easing the burn? That's not right, Ed mused, then it struck him - the pain was not going, even after he had wiped the majority of the stuff off of him. Perhaps it was the cream his mother had coated the inside of his foreskin, he hoped. Pulling gently back on the head, he peeled his foreskin back, exposing his sensitive skin to the air. With his free hand, he cleansed the cream off, stifling a groan of pleasure at the feel of the sensation. Once clean, he allowed the skin to glide back up and over his glans and concentrated. For a moment, he thought it had worked, but then the burn came back, this time worse than ever. Snarling, he went to step back from the basin. Unfortunately, his foot slipped as he stepped back. Falling, he wrenched his ball bag as it snapped free from the basin, bouncing up and down wildly. Stars flashed as he fell hard on his bottom. The bruise on his bottom and burn on his willy forgotten, overwhelmed as it was by the agony in his balls. Eventually, the burn began to increase once more. Despite the pain, Ed tried to stand but failed, his head swimming as the pain broke him, causing him to slump down onto the floor. "Mom, Mom, should I call an ambulance?" Amy wailed, scared at the sight of her brother. "No. No. It will be alright. It will be alright," Helen answered, barely keeping the panic from her voice. She knew that there was no way she could explain the state of her son's penis and testicles to Social Services, the Doctor, let alone the Police. God, not the police, Helen almost wailed. "No, don't call an ambulance. It will be alright. Get a bowl of water from the kitchen, fill it with ice, and I'll carry Ed to his room. Quickly, now." Amy nodded, her eyes frightened as she looked down at her younger brother, her eyes locking on his boy bits, now a bright, painful-looking pink in color. Helen, knowing that she would lose Ed, and possibly the girls, if the authorities became involved, lifted her son and hefted the crying boy to his bed. Straining under the boy's weight, she managed, due to the adrenalin burst of fear coursing through her, to carry Ed into his room and lay him on the bed. Ed moaned and twitched but failed to respond as Helen called his name and stroked his forehead. His penis and ball sack were now a bright red, standing in stark contrast to the whiteness of his other skin. Helen knew the signs of a chemical burn when she saw it, a victim of one too many too severe Brazilian waxes herself in her youth. The skin, though, would heal. No, what she was concerned about was any more permanent damage. She was no expert in the male anatomy, but she knew that the male's bits were fragile, especially when they were still developing. Helen knew what she had to do, even if the thought itself was, but a few moments ago, unthinkable. Her thoughts were interrupted by the return of Amy with the bowl of water. Motioning her to place it on a side, she closed the door to the room and turned to look at Amy. "Amy, I need your help. Ed is in a lot of pain, and we need to tend to his injuries. You'll help me, won't you?" Amy looked at her mother and then at Ed. In truth, she wanted nothing more than to run and get away from here. She loved her brother, and hated him at times, but she would do anything for him, so despite her feelings, she simply nodded. "Good girl. Now, I'm going to bathe his wounds..." Helen paused before continuing, "And then I need to do something just to ensure nothing has been hurt internally. What I need you to do is to hold Ed still because when I start, he may struggle, but you need to be brave and hold him. Can you do that? Good girl." As Amy took hold of Ed's arms, Helen took the cold cloth and approached her son. She knew that Ed would struggle, struggle a lot when she started. It would hurt, but it was necessary.Aware that Ed's legs would undoubtedly kick out, Helen decided that it would be best to straddle them. She needed her hands, and Amy was busy with Ed's arms. For a moment, she considered asking Beth to come up and help, but swiftly discounted that plan. Beth was too small, and Helen really didn't want her to see what was going to happen. Amy was older and would know what was happening, although she damn well better not have any direct experience, Helen thought angrily before mentally slapping herself and telling herself to concentrate on the matter at hand. Easing a leg over her son's thin legs, she gently lowered her weight, pinioning them firmly to the mattress below. Taking the cold cloth, she gingerly began dabbing the raw, red penis. Ed moaned at the touch of the cold flannel, not in pain, but in blessed relief. His penis felt as if someone had poured boiling water on it. As his mother dabbed, he remembered the time when he was 5 years old and spilled hot chocolate on his hand. The pain then had been bad; he screamed and sobbed unashamedly as his hand swelled and burned. Yet, compared to the pain in his bits, that was as nothing. For the first time in his young life, he knew what true pain was. Ed sensed something, a change in the air, a change in the movement of his mother's hand. She had dabbed away all over his groin, everywhere the horrid pink cream had burned him, and it felt nice. But his mom had now wrapped the cool cloth around his willy and was pulling it up and down, almost as if she was... no, she was just cleaning him, that was all. Helen could not believe what she was doing, but she had no choice. She had to know, she had to know that her son was still capable. She could not live with herself if she had permanently harmed him that way. She had only intended to embarrass the boy by removing his hair, not to cause him such damage. Steeling herself, she began to slowly move her hand up and down Ed's shaft, slowly retracting and releasing the boy's inflamed foreskin. She ignored the groan from her son, not knowing, and not caring, whether it was pain or pleasure. The gasp of realization of what she was doing that came from Amy almost caused her to stop, but this was not a sexual act; this was a medical test. Helen did make a mental note to speak to Amy about how easily she recognized what her mother was doing. She should not have realized quite so quickly. Helen wondered what experience her daughter may have, but that was a worry for another day. She quickened her hand, causing Ed to scream in pain as he thrashed about. Barking an order at Amy to hold him still, she did not relent but continued to pump her hand up and down. Ed writhed in agony as his mother masturbated him. Initially, he just thought she was cleaning him, but her actions soon went beyond that and became an action that every young boy was intimately aware of. Even if he was not in great pain, he would have been horrified at the thought of his mom doing that to him, not even taking into account that his big sister was in the room. But given the state of his willy, the handjob was agony. It felt like a layer of skin was being scraped off by a cheese grater with each stroke. There was no pleasure, just pain and humiliation. "Mooommmm, stop, it hurts, stop, pleasseeee, stop..." he bubbled into incoherence as his mom ignored him, and the pain overwhelmed him. "Mom, what are you doing?" Amy was horrified; she knew what her mother was doing. Not that she had done or even seen it herself, yet teenage girls talked, and Tracey, a 'precocious' friend of hers, had explained such things to her in great detail. "Quiet," Helen snapped, almost spitting in Amy's face. "Your brother may have been really hurt by that cream. I have to check that he is still capable of... performing." Because if he isn't, I don't know what will happen, she silently added. "So, do you understand?" Helen softly added, a pleading look crossing her face. Amy nodded mutely. She too could see the state of Ed's bits, and to her eye, she could understand her mother's concern. The thought of being in the room as her brother 'came' was disgusting to her. She knew he had done it, seeing her brother in the shower one morning. Fortunately, he had not seen her, occupied by the matter in hand, so to speak; and Amy, demonstrating an unusual sense of sensitivity, simply moved away quietly, pretending that she had seen nothing. Helen breathed a sigh of relief as Amy strengthened her hold on her brother, pinning his writhing body to the bed more firmly. Helen noted that Amy was now looking directly at her brother's penis as she continued to stroke him. The end was approaching, Helen noted, as Ed's penis throbbed. Her wanking had only gone on for a minute at most, yet her son was a young boy, and despite the rawness of his penis, that meant only one thing. Ed stopped writhing and convulsed once as his penis spurted a small stream of white cum. His mother did not stop as a second, smaller dribble followed, simply massaging the sticky sperm into the shaft of the penis. Satisfied that despite the redness, despite the pain, Ed did not appear to have suffered permanent damage, at least in 'that way,' Helen stopped. A tear appeared in her eye, and she moved to wipe it away until she realized that her son's cum had coated her hand as well. Instead, she used the back of her hand to wipe her eyes and pulled a tissue from her pocket to wipe her hand clean. She leaned over Ed, who appeared barely conscious, the pain and the orgasm seeming too much for him to process. Leaning down, she kissed him tenderly on the forehead. "I'm sorry I had to do that, Eddie, but I had to check that you were OK. You understand, don't you?" she almost pleaded. Ed did not respond, so Helen, with a sigh, stood up and, picking up the duvet cover, pulled it over her son's body, and, taking Amy, left her son alone.	3
102,855	Family Therapist	He stopped her... why... he didn't know... but the image on the screen was one he... liked... liked a lot. It showed a mature woman... shoulder-length hair... her sweater pulled up as she knelt forward... her breasts still in a white bra... her mouth impaled on a young boy's cock... cum oozing from her lips... her eyes closed... her fingers... and her lips... wrapped around the shaft... And it had a caption... "Mom finally gives him the birthday present he always wanted!" Linda got up and left. Gayle heard them coming up the stairs again... talking softly... they had left her for a few minutes to... settle herself... her secret exposed... to this boy... the monitors turned off... Martha gave her a gentle hug when she had left... whispering to her... reassuring her... "Are you okay?" Martha whispered gently as they entered the bedroom. Gayle still lay on the bed. She covered her eyes... and nodded. "You ARE a naughty mommy, aren't you?" Martha teased her very gently. Gayle looked away... reality hitting her again... if her husband... Martha took her hand gently, helping her up... "Johnny, I'll be back in a moment..." she whispered, turning on one of the monitors... leading the mature, married, mother of a young son... a boy Johnny's age... by the hand and out the door... down the short hallway to the beautiful, full bathroom next door... "Gayle... take your time, okay?" she whispered, leaving her to gather herself... to wash up... to fix her makeup... she wanted her to be comfortable... But before she knew it, Martha was back... taking her by the hand... leading her to the back bedroom... "He picked these out... for you..." she whispered, showing her the gown hanging in the closet... the other items laid out on the bed... "Take your time..." she whispered again, smiling sweetly... turning lightly and leaving the room, winking gently back at her... She hesitated. This was it. It was so wrong... what she had just done... And now here she was... changing into an... outfit... an outfit that a young boy had picked out... for her.. to wear... and he was going to fuck her in this outfit... the thought ran through her mind again... she was old enough to be his mother... and now she was going to let him... let him fuck her... her nipples aroused... again... her clit... tingling... again... A light tap on the door... Martha opened it gently... "Are you ready?" she whispered as she entered... stopping in her tracks... "Oh Mrs. Loren..." she looked her up and down... and took her by the hand lightly... leading her back down the hall... Martha stepped aside as she entered... leading Gayle into the room... Johnny stood... and looked at her... the sheer white, calf-length robe draped over the full-length, satin nightgown he had picked out for her... he was hard... so hard... Martha took her hand... "Do you like what you see?" she whispered... displaying the middle-aged mother to him... turning her... and Gayle let her... she turned... her back to him now... and Martha stopped her... "Johnny... Mrs. Loren is beautiful... isn't she?" she asked him gently... her eyes leading his down... "So... motherly..." she whispered... "Johnny..." she paused... "Remember..." she whispered... "She is yours..." Gayle turned her eyes back to hers... questioning... but Martha ignored her... "You can ask her to do... anything..." she whispered instead... His eyes were locked onto her... Gayle saw him looking... at her... at her ass... oh my god... Martha moved... not letting her say anything... taking her hand again... leading her to stand in front of him. Johnny couldn't help it... he stared... right at her breasts... watching as they swayed under the nightgown... and at the small, gold cross that hung around her neck... Martha smiled sweetly... and brought his hand up... placing it gently on her breast... under the sheer robe... he didn't need to be told... his other hand doing the same... fondling... the slippery satin gown smooth under his palms... as he cupped her again... kneading gently... feeling her soft, mature breasts again... "Mrs. Loren," Martha said softly... her hand in the small of her back... pushing her forward... pushing her hips into him gently "go ahead..." knowing she could feel him now... feel his hardness pressing into her... she leaned forward, whispering into her ear now... "your husband won't ever know..." she teased her softly... taking Johnny's hand... leading him to the edge of the bed... leaning him back... resting on his elbows... She took Gayle's hand gently... standing her right in front of him... whispering in her ear again... "Make love to his young hard cock..." she whispered... her hand resting on her shoulder now... gentle pressure... And she knelt... she did it... she knelt... slowly... looking at him... at his crotch... her breasts swaying again as she sank slowly to her knees... between his... his bulge obvious... inches from her... "That's a good mother..." Linda whispered... watching as Gayle reached out slowly... her fingertips finding the button on his pants... the tab of his zipper... "Mrs. Loren..." she whispered... listening to the zipper... watching as he shrugged out of his pants... Gayle helping him... slipping his pants off... looking up... His cock was erect... his underpants stretching as it tried to get free... bobbing as he shifted... watching her... oh my god... she was about to do this again... and she couldn't stop herself... her fingers brushing along his thighs as she leaned forward... one hand finding the leg seam of his briefs.. and slipping under... The warmth of his crotch was what she remembered... her fingertips traced up the underside of his shaft... and grasped him... oh my god... he was just a boy... but he was so hard... His cock wasn't big... but it was hard... so hard... and slick... his pre-cum spreading as she caressed him... "Mrs. Loren... can you imagine..." Martha whispered into her ear for only her to hear... "your son's erection... hard in your hand..." she finished softly... "next week, Gayle..." she whispered to her... "make love to his cock..." she whispered... Gayle slipped her hand out from his briefs... leaning over him now... her fingertips gently taking the waistband of his briefs... and lifting... pulling... exposing... his young cock springing free as she slipped his underwear down... helping him slip out of them... one leg... the other... then rising again to kneel in front of him... over him... his young cock exposed... hard... and ready... for her... "Mrs. Loren..." Martha whispered... but Gayle was already moving... leaning over him... her fingertips grasping lightly at the base of his shaft... her other fingers moving to cup his young balls... caressing... "Oh Mrs. Loren..." she whispered... watching as the mature woman... married woman... mother of a young son and daughter... watching as she lowered her head... and took his young cock deep into her mouth... her lips clamping on him... on his hard... young... shaft... oh my god... She squeezed him with her tongue... his young cock was salty... fresh... her nose taking it all in... she rolled her tongue... pressing it against the underside of his shaft as she slowly pulled up... letting him slip out... almost... locking her lips behind the head of his cock... tasting his pre-cum... feeling him pulse in her mouth... then starting down... her red lipstick circling his boyhood... her fingers cupping and caressing his balls... And then she heard it... Martha must have started it... again... her son's voice in the background... and down she went... sucking him deep into her mouth... "Suck his cock... Mrs. Loren..." she teased her... Gayle's head rising slowly... sinking again... taking his young erection into her married mouth... her mature... married mouth... sucking him... sucking this young boy's cock... oh my god... "Suck him... make love to him... " Martha whispered... "like he was your own son..." she teased her gently again... "soon Mrs. Loren..." she trailed off... "soon..." And Gayle did it... she squeezed the base of his young shaft... hard... sucking him into her... feeling him pulse... caressing the head of his boyhood with her tongue and her mouth... taking him deep into her... feeling him press against her throat... her lips melting around the base of his young shaft... her heading rising... his cock slipping out... almost... she held him with her lips... and slid them down his shaft... stretching them around it... suckling HIM now... holding her head still... rocking it slowly in a circle as her lips and tongue clamped and caressed him... her fingers locked around the base... And he exploded... his cum erupting into her mouth... oh my god... she gagged lightly... surprised... but she didn't let go... her lips held him as he pulsed again... and she swallowed it... tasted it... her head bobbing now... up and down... short... swift strokes... her lips suckling him... pulling him into her... and he pulsed again... and again... oh my god... so much... but she held him in her mouth... caressing him... swallowing what she could... Martha leaned in... whispering to her again... "your husband will never know, Mrs. Loren...""Loren..." she teased, "but your son will..." She trailed off. She couldn't believe it. She hid in her bedroom. She felt... wrong... What should she do? Should she tell her husband? Oh my god, no! Her stomach roiled. She held herself. She couldn't face him... either of them... oh my god. And yet here she was, back in Martha's office, with her son, not able to look at him. The car ride there had been cold and quiet. Christmas presents still in the trunk of her car. She couldn't... "Linda," Martha started quietly, "I would like you to unbutton your blouse... for your son," she said softly, in such a matter-of-fact tone that the words didn't register with Linda at first. But Linda caught herself. "Are you out of your-" she started, anger flaring, but Martha cut her off sternly. "Linda, you are a woman, an ordinary, loving mother," she said quickly. "And the images and videos... the ones you saw... they are not real, are they?" she finished firmly. "Take your blouse off," she told her again. "Show him that you are just a person, like he is, that there is nothing mysterious under there. He is your son. What do you have to hide? It is quite normal." But Linda looked away, her eyes angry, searching. "You don't have to, of course," Martha added gently after a moment. "But I think it will help." Linda could not believe her ears. She needed her husband, now. "It's OK, Linda," Martha said gently. What the... oh my god... She was angry, but she did it. Her fingers came up, finding the top button. "This is wrong," she said, her words fading into the room. But she did it.	3
102,885	Working Stiff	His pulse was racing, his knuckles sweaty as his fingers gripped the faux-leather. His eyes darted around, scanning his surroundings in a panicked frenzy. He felt like a mouse dangling by his tail as some unseen giant lowered him into an aquarium full of hungry snakes. Danger seemed to be all around him, hidden in the shadows, poised to strike if he should let his guard down for even a second. The worst part was that the danger felt inevitable. It wasn't like this was just a passing moment, that if he made it through this gauntlet, everything would be okay. It seemed like it was just a matter of time before he tripped and then felt the fangs sinking into his back. Arnold tried to calm himself by slowly counting out loud. He wasn't sure if it would actually work, he'd just seen someone do it on television. It seemed like it worked for them and, at this point, he was willing to try anything. After two days of almost unrelenting panic, he felt like his heart would explode in his chest if something didn't give soon. He turned the steering wheel slowly, guiding his car through the turn into the parking lot. The panic had been growing and ebbing inside him for almost two days now. It was a dull aching headache that just stayed with him, reminding him of what was coming. The worst of the terror came when he tried to sleep. Lying in the darkness, staring up at the ceiling, his mind had nothing else to focus on. He felt cold sweat building on the back of his neck while his pulse raced. A passing police siren, normally ignored on any other night, was enough to send his fevered brain over the edge, the panic flaring up to cardiac-threatening anxiety. In his mind, he was sure that the fading of the sirens only meant that now they were clustered outside his front door. Prepping themselves to kick the door down, to barrel through the house and drag him from his bed. Then marching him across the lawn in shame, for all the neighbors to see. Ten minutes after the sirens had faded, he felt a small wave of relief. His mind realizing that they weren't coming for him. Not yet, anyway. He had another couple of hours of freedom at least. When sleep finally did come to him, it only seemed to be because his mind had fretted itself into exhaustion. His synapses, unable to cope with the constant stress, shut down in protest and forced the darkness to overtake him, finally granting him a blissful state of ignorance. He had managed to have a few merciful moments where the panic faded, but those were only when he was lucky enough to be distracted. Because of that, this Sunday probably ended up being the most productive day of his entire life. This was despite the fact that he was working on almost zero sleep. He threw himself into any task, no matter how insignificant it was, no matter how long he had been putting it off. The lawn got mowed, the trees were pruned, the gutters got cleared, and the attic was cleaned out, just to name a few. The list of accomplishments would have made Hercules envious. As his car rolled through the parking lot, he was surprised to see that there were no police cars waiting for him. His panicked imagination had painted multiple versions of this morning. A dozen cop cars lining the parking lot, SWAT teams on the neighboring roofs. Somehow the absurdity of that image had managed to comfort him. The absurdities making the whole situation seem surreal and impossible. He had decided to come in early. If the inevitable was going to happen, it seemed like it would be a lot less painful if fewer of his co-workers were around to see it. He knew it would be the stuff of gossip for weeks to come, but if he wasn't there to hear it, then he didn't care. The emptiness of the parking lot told him that his plan was working, at least in theory. There were only a handful of cars in the lot. He only recognized two or three of the cars as being co-workers. He pulled into a nondescript spot, closed his eyes and breathed slowly. He tried to convince himself that it was just another day, nothing special. He wanted to walk through the doors with his head held high, even though he really felt like running inside and hiding in his cubicle. He concentrated on imagining a blank piece of white paper, nothing else but emptiness. He felt his heart slow down, the throbbing of the veins slowly descended from bass drums to a pair of tambourines. In the blank whiteness inside his mind, a face started to form. He knew who owned the face, but he tried not to think about it. Tried to banish it from his mind. If he didn't acknowledge it, then maybe it would go away. And then, just like that, he was back in the movie theatre. The whiteness inside his mind faded and was quickly replaced by dim flickering lights and the smell of old soda. He could feel the soles of his shoes sticking to the floor and the threadbare fabric of the armrests just like he was really there. He tried in vain to banish the images from his mind. He knew what was coming next. The whole encounter had replayed in his mind a hundred times at least. He could feel the warm mouth wrapped around his cock, doing things to him that his wife would never, had never, done for him. The tongue rubbing against him, the enamel of teeth barely grazing his flesh, the warm breath against his balls, he could remember every sensation as if it was happening to him again. The head in his lap was bobbing up and down slowly, giving him pleasure that he had only imagined before. The hushed voices around him, the flickering of the movie screen all added into the excitement. The experience was so unlike him, so out of character that he felt like a different person as it happened. The teenage girl's mouth picked up speed now, coaxing him to react, and cueing him that the end was coming. He could feel his cock surge in her mouth; feel the mushroom tip of it start to balloon. He felt the warm blood rushing down his body, setting every nerve of his groin on fire. For one brief second, he felt so sensitive that he could identify individual molecules touching his cock. Then the warm explosion as he came, filling the girl's mouth. There was a sound of slurping, a swallow he could barely make out over the background noise of the movie. Not the sound of disgust he would have expected his wife to make, if she ever lost her mind and decided to do this to him. He could see the girl look up at him, his cock rapidly deflating next to her face. Her fingers wiping the sides of her mouth. The grin on her face, like she was proud of what she had done. Like she had enjoyed it. He stared at the face and knew it was the source of all his panic. He couldn't imagine what his wife would do if she found out about this. Probably divorce him. If not that, she'd probably spend the rest of her life reminding him about his transgression. Not a day would go by that she wouldn't remind him that she was staying with him out of the kindness of her heart and that by all rights she should have kicked him to the curb. And that was just the least of his worries. He knew, just by looking at the girl, that she was underage. He could try to pretend that he had no idea. The movie theatre was too dark and he hadn't gotten a good look at her. That if he had known, he would never have even thought about it. He doubted that he could be that convincing. He could tell them that it was her that approached him. That he was just minding his own business. Chaperoning his daughter and her friends to the movie theatre. That this whole affair was entirely the girl's idea. Then it would be her word against his. And whom would they probably believe? The innocent teenage girl or the balding, middle-aged, round-around-the-middle accountant with dirty old man glasses? And still that wasn't everything he had to worry about. He recognized the girl from the movie theatre as being his boss's daughter. He remembered seeing her at a few company functions. Divorce. Public shame. Unemployment. Being accused a child molester. Possible jail time. He had heard stories about what they did to those kinds of people in jail. The kind of person that he was now. He doubted that he'd survive more than a few days without getting a knife in the back. He distracted himself for a second as he tried to remember what they called knives in jail. He'd seen it in enough movies. Shiv. That's what it was. He'd probably die with someone's sharpened pudding spork sticking out of his back. These were the things that kept circling around in his head, all of them orbiting his memories of the forbidden oral pleasures he had enjoyed. Each of the little nuggets of panic would zoom by his head, sending his thoughts flying into almost panic attacks. But he still couldn't help remembering how much he enjoyed the moment when it had happened. He opened his eyes slowly, trying again to clear his head.He peeled his fingers from the steering wheel, his fingernails inadvertently having dug into the faux leather covering. He tried to move as calmly and as normally as he could, even though he felt like he had to think about each movement as he made them. Willing his right hand to retrieve his briefcase from the passenger seat. Making his left hand unlock the driver's side door and push the door open. He felt like a robot, watching his body move on its own. Disassociated from life and reality. He stepped out of the car, closed the car door, and started the short walk across the asphalt of the parking lot. The front door of the building loomed in front of him like Sisyphus's boulder, threatening to fall forward and crush him with little or no effort. He climbed the cement steps and pulled open the glass door. A gush of air-conditioned air rushed out to meet him, almost enticing him to turn around and run, luring him to retreat back to his car and hide. But he shouldered forward, skipping the elevator and instead climbing the stairs up to the third floor. He was relieved not to have encountered anyone else along the way. He wasn't sure that he would have been able to make it through the typical Monday morning small talk. He walked through the hallway of the cubicle farm where he spent most of his daylight hours. He sat down in front of his small desk as he set his briefcase to the side. He stared at the black screen of the computer monitor as he tried to collect his thoughts, trying to remember what it was that he had to do that morning. The ringing of his office telephone startled him, almost sending him into a shock-induced cardiac arrest. He wasn't sure how long he had been staring at the screen, probably only a few seconds, but he couldn't help but hope that it was already five o'clock. He picked up the receiver with a shaky hand, bringing it to his ear as his voice broke. "Hello?" The awkwardness of his own voice shook him back to reality, knocking him back into his routine. "Amalgamated International, Accounting Department. How can I help you?" "Arnold?" The male voice on the other side of the line asked, sounding unsure. "Yes, this is Arnold. How can I help you?" Arnold was happy that the routine of his dialogue had gotten out of his mouth before his brain recognized the voice on the phone. Panic overtook Arnold's mind again as he realized he was speaking to his boss, the father of the girl he had allowed to do those things to him. He had to restrain himself from slamming the phone back down. He felt his eyes tense, and worse, the cubicle seemed to be trying to spin around him. All he could think is what he'd do if it were the other way around, what he would do if he was the boss and found out one of his employees had touched his daughter. "Just making sure," Mr. Lo replied, the unsure tone of voice slipping away. "You didn't sound like yourself for a minute there." Arnold recognized that his boss was waiting for some sort of reply, some acknowledgement, but he found himself unable to speak. He wasn't even sure if he had taken a breath recently. He barely managed to murmur a sound of agreement. "I thought I saw you come in a minute ago. You're just the man I want to see," Mr. Lo went on to say. "Could you come down to my office for a minute?" The cubicle managed to tear itself free from the confines of gravity, spinning around Arnold now, threatening to make him lose the contents of his stomach. He barely managed to make another sound of agreement. "Great," there was a click as the line went dead, presumably it was Mr. Lo hanging up. But Arnold couldn't help but imagine it was the FBI turning off their recording tapes. He hung up the phone slowly, fighting off the urge to cower under his desk in a fetal position. He just sat at his desk for a long moment, trying to collect his thoughts and having very little luck. Like a moment of clarity, everything seemed to just click into place for him. He wasn't going to hide. He was going to go straight forward and confront whatever it was that was waiting for him. Come hell or high water, having a conclusion seemed less painful than the endless waiting and guessing game. Arnold stood up and walked out of his cubicle, marching with intention between the rows of shoulder-high makeshift walls. As he approached Mr. Lo's door, he wondered if this newfound strength was a sort of false resolve that death row convicts felt. As he approached the open office door, he tried to recall a saying in his head - Pride before a fall? Folly before a fall? The phrase still escaped him as he cautiously knocked on the open door. "Arnold!" Mr. Lo actually sounded happy to see him. "Come on in." He felt like he had just stepped into the Twilight Zone. Why did his boss sound happy? This couldn't be good. Something was wrong, and he felt like the ignorant lamb being led into slaughter. Arnold glanced up and down the hallway before stepping through the threshold of the office, his eyes glancing around the small office as he took a chair. No sign of the police or the Human Resources Department. Or even the Security Guards. Not the slightest hint that anything was amiss. "Are you feeling okay?" For the first time that morning, Mr. Lo turned his attention fully away from his computer and onto Arnold. "You look kind of pale." Arnold, in a moment of panic, quickly shook his head no. "No, I'm fine. I'm just... tired. I didn't get much sleep." Mr. Lo nodded slowly, seemingly sympathetically, as if he understood exactly the predicament that Arnold found himself in. "Well, I was hoping I could ask you to do me a favor." "A favor?" Arnold blinked in reply at his boss, unsure of what reaction he should be having. In none of his panicked mindscapes did anything like this happen. "I have the Peterson meeting this morning," Mr. Lo replied, what looked like a hopeful expression appeared on his face. "I came in yesterday to try and get this presentation done, but this spreadsheet just isn't adding up." Arnold nodded slowly in reply, still off his mental footing from the surprise of the conversation. "If you could get the numbers from last month and get them into this spreadsheet..." Mr. Lo waved his hands at the computer screen in a gesture that bordered on rude. "Well, you'd save my life then." Arnold nodded as an afterthought, his mind distracted by other matters. Maybe he had been mistaken, was the only thing he could think now. His eyes ventured across the small office, spotting some family pictures in a frame on the desk. Maybe he was mistaken, or maybe it was just his imagination, maybe the teenager was not actually related to his boss. Mr. Lo glanced down to see what it was that had attracted his subordinate's attention. A prideful smile appeared on his face when he realized it was the pictures. He reached to pick up the frame, startling Arnold back to the here and now. "I-" Arnold mentally stumbled for a reason why he was interested in the pictures. "I never noticed those before. Is that your family?" Arnold mentally smacked himself in the head for saying something so stupid. He imagined Mr. Lo saying to him, "No, actually they aren't. I liked the picture that came with the frame so much that I just left it in." "Yes, it is," Mr. Lo smiled as he looked at the picture himself. The picture had been taken last summer, when they were on vacation in Virginia. After a second, he turned the frame around and held it out to Arnold, offering for him to take a closer look at it. Arnold reached to take it as slowly as he could, doing his best to hide the shaking of his hands and appear as normal as he could. As he looked the picture over, he could hear his boss talking about where and when the picture was taken, something about the beach and bad weather. But none of that mattered to Arnold, instead he just focused on the teenage girl wearing the red bikini. It immediately crystallized in his mind that he hadn't been mistaken. The girl was definitely the same girl as yesterday. He could feel the panic nibbling away at the edges of his calm exterior, threatening to overwhelm him. Despite this panic, he couldn't help but remember what it felt like to be in her mouth. He stared down at the picture, imagining that face in his lap, her tongue teasing his skin. The feel of her lungs sucking the air from her mouth, pulling the velvet-soft inside of her cheeks against him, making his cock grow to fill the gaps. Mr. Lo might have noticed his employee's preoccupation with the picture, but his mind was equally busy on other matters. The sight of Cat in her bikini brought images flowing back to mind. Mr. Lo remembered walking in on her bedroom and seeing her lying on her bed, just watching her. Knowing that she was only pretending to be asleep as she exposed herself to him. Just staring at her forbidden skin with a lust he hadn't dwelled on before, knowing that she was enjoying her little show. The feel of her mouth as he put his cock to her lips. Arnold swallowed hard as he held the picture frame in his hands, hands that wanted to shake like leaves in a storm. He had to concentrate just to keep them steady. Despite sitting across from his boss, the father of this, well, child, he couldn't help but wonder what else she was like. What was behind the episode in the movie theater? Was that how she really was? Or was she just showing off for the friends he saw in the back row? Mr. Lo coughed, clearing his throat and mind at the same time. The sharp sound cleared Arnold's thoughts just as quickly. He felt like somehow his boss could read his thoughts and he knew what he had been remembering. He quickly held the picture frame back out to his boss.Mike actually felt somewhat embarrassed now as he retrieved the picture. "So how is your family? Your daughter must be getting ready to start school soon." "She started last year," Arnold managed to squeak out through his dry throat. "She's six now." Arnold cut off his own words, about to say that he had taken her to the movies yesterday. But he immediately realized it might not be such a good idea to admit to having been in any sort of proximity to his boss' daughter. "They grow up so fast," Mike commented with a sympathetic smile. Even during the small talk, Mike still found himself somewhat distracted. Imagining climbing into bed with Cat after their secret affair. Feeling her warm, soft skin against his older body. Being able to wrap his arms around her, hug her tight against himself. His mouth finding hers, his tongue pushing its way into her mouth. His cock trapped between her young thighs. Rolling her over onto her back as he knelt between her knees. Looking down at her young body spread out before him, the fruit of his loins craving for him to enter her. Her pale skin almost blending into the even whiter sheets. Feeling her hands grasp his cock, pulling him closer. Bringing him down on top of her, guiding him between her virgin lips. Feeling her pussy stretch to accommodate him. The wince on her face as he pushed in, feeling himself so deep inside her. Arnold felt incredibly uncomfortable as silence gripped the room. He could see that his boss was distracted. Or maybe he was just testing him? Playing with him? Seeing if he'd crack under the pressure? Mike shifted in his seat as his mind lurched out of imagination and back into reality like a backfiring car. "I'll get right on that spreadsheet," Arnold said as he stood, taking the lull in conversation as his chance to escape. He left the confines of the office as quickly as he could, hoping that his rapid exit would appear to be an eagerness to accomplish the task set to him. As he returned to his cubicle, he found himself wanting to be a teenager again. Wanting to be able to ask this young woman out. To pick her up at her door, a flower in hand to present to her. To take her out for a meal and just be able to spend the evening enjoying her company and stare into those mischievous eyes. To be able to walk her home under the moonlight. All the way there being able to have a conversation without having to say a word.	4
102,971	Wolf's Bane	He knocked on the door. It was a polite knock, but one with enough force to kill a lesser door. Peter could almost hear the knock reverberate through the hall behind, the hall he wanted to enter. There wasn't an answer. Peter hadn't expected one, according to the witch the castle was virtually abandoned. Still, Peter had hoped that there was some sort of night maid or something. But there wasn't, which meant that he would have to break in. Peter sighed. He had certainly increased the number of illegal acts he could be held responsible for since coming into the witch's employ. He didn't regret agreeing to become a freelance adventurer for the witch, but it didn't seem right to help people by committing crimes. He pulled out his lock-picking tools and went to work. After a few minutes of ministrations to the rather pathetic lock, the door was open, and Peter went inside. The hall was dusty and full of cobwebs, exactly what one would expect from a castle that hadn't seen any activity in the last nine months. But none of that had anything to do with why he was here. What he wanted was on the fifth floor, in the lab. There didn't seem to be any traces of technology in the building, which meant it probably didn't have an elevator. That meant he'd have to climb five flights of stairs. Peter sighed again and began looking for a stairway. By the time he got to the fifth floor, his muscles were taut. He was in excellent physical shape, just not enough that he could shrug off a five-flight climb. After meticulously checking every door on the floor, he finally came upon the lab. It was a surprise to say the least. He had been told what to expect, but this was just insane. A wizard, with the standard trappings stereotypical of his kind, the long grey beard and long robe, had his cock out and was pushing it against the anal passageway of a naked young lady who was trying to fight. She had no luck as she was obviously bound by magic, her struggles only causing to excite the wizard more as her athletic body squirmed, glistening with sweat, her long dark hair in complete disarray, the moisture produced by her body causing it to cling to her face. The wizard thrust forward roughly, his long pole shoved painfully forward into her virgin ass. The woman screamed in pain and fear as her anus was suddenly invaded by a long intruder, stretching it in ways it had never been intended for. And then the room shimmered, and Peter witnessed the scene melt into a new one. Only this time the wizard was sitting in the middle of the room, pouring a vial of liquid into a pot hovering over a brazier. To both Peter and the wizard's surprise, an armored hand clanged against the window pane, and a climbed into the room. Peter was even more stunned when the knight removed its helmet to reveal the woman he had seen earlier, getting her asshole reamed. Only now she looked regal, as one would expect a knight to. Her black hair was pulled back into a ponytail so that her hair would not get in the way of her knightly duties. "Eric, Wizard of Glassbow, I am here to end your evil ways." "My what?" the wizard asked. But instead of answering, the woman knight pulled her sword from its sheath and charged forward. The wizard was just able to dodge, she slammed into the brazier, sending the pot tumbling to the ground where its contents poured out. The knight turned and tried to swing her blade against the wizard, but he wasn't there anymore. Peter found himself next to an enraged wizard, not normally a safe place to be, but the wizard wasn't even acknowledging Peter's presence. "Do you have any idea what you've done?" "Silence, vile fiend!" "Vile? Oh, I'll show you vile, lady." The next instant, the knight's armor was gone. She suddenly found herself protected only by the leather pants and shirt she wore underneath. "I need not my armor to vanquish you," she sneered. The woman rolled her body forward, ending in a kneeling position. Her sword thrust forward, slicing the wizard's cloak and some skin. The wizard jumped back, screaming in pain, causing the blade to cleave even more flesh. Angered, Eric waved his hands, and the knight's weapons were gone. Not even missing a beat, she launched herself at the wizard. With a quickness that belied his age, Eric pulled her from mid-air, twisted around, and slammed her against the floor, face up. A couple more gestures, and the knight found herself naked. Peter whistled silently in admiration, the woman's breasts were incredible, round, full, and firm. The wizard must have been thinking the same because he grabbed a tit in each hand. The knight screamed in anger and used her legs to push the old man off her. "How dare you," she shouted as she began to rise. If he hadn't been watching for it, Peter would have missed it. The wizard's eyes darted to the fallen brazier just as a wide smile crossed his face. "Slut," the wizard spat out. "I am no such thing," the knight said angrily. From the tone of her protest, she had been called such many times in the past. Peter guessed that there weren't many female knights in the country she came from. "We shall see." With magic quickness, the wizard ran forward in a blur of color. The knight collapsed as the wizard beat her senselessly, too fast for her to block. When she stopped moving, the wizard stopped attacking. He stood over her, now just as naked as she. He pushed her limp body into a spread-eagled position. Her body was open to him, unable to prevent anything he did. The wizard fondled her breasts, and she moaned lightly. Smiling, Eric lowered himself onto her body and guided his cock into her. The sudden intrusion, and no doubt the pain, awakened her. She began to struggle to push the wizard off of her. It was to no avail, her weak attempts didn't deter the old man from thrusting his cock into her cunt. It was a strange dance, as the knight pushed the wizard away, but only slightly, and the wizard used that momentum to slam back into her resisting cunt even harder than if she had not resisted. Not long thereafter, the knight stopped struggling. Peter thought she had given in until he saw her eyes, they were cold, calculating eyes, as if she had realized she was not a woman anymore but a protector of the land, and began to calculate ways to kill the wizard when the opportunity arose. So her body simply lay still as the wizard pumped his tool into her. The wizard sensed this lack of resistance and pulled out. He looked at the knight's unmoving form, considering his options. Finally, he took hold of her hips, and with a great burst of strength, turned her entire body onto its front. The knight's head began to turn in her attempt to find out what was going on when the wizard slapped her ass. The knight almost jumped up, as it was she flinched. "Very nice bitch. Ever had it in the back?" he asked as he began to spread her butt cheeks apart. "No!" she shouted, all traces of the calculating killer gone in favor of terror. She tried to get up, but the wizard waved his hands, and she found herself unable to move. "No, no, no. Every slut should do it in the ass at least once." The wizard laughed. "Or more." He placed his long pole against the opening of her anal passageway. She had tensed her butt muscles in hopes of warding him off, but he slowly began to push his cock in. And with a sudden thrust, he slammed his hard member into her ass. The knight screamed in pain and fear. After watching this scene play out twice more, Peter caught the brazier before it hit the ground. It burned his hands, but he caught it. "Christ, that's hot!" "Do you have any idea what you've done?" "Silence, vile fiend!" "Christ! Ow!" "Vile? Oh, I'll show you vile, lady." "Hello?" "I need not my armor to vanquish you." Roll, stab, jump. "Hey." "AAAAAAAAAARGH!" Leap, catch, BAM! "HEY!" Fondle, kick. "How dare you?" Smile, look. "Hey, where's the brazier?" "I've got it." Two confused people turned to look at Peter, who had laid the brazier down carefully on the floor. The wizard was the first to speak. "What did you do?" "I stopped the time loop." "Stopped it?" "Yeah. It was the brazier, right? It being spilled caused the spell you were working on to spill into the room, and so you both got stuck in a time loop. I just kept it from being spilled." "Why did you go and do a damn thing like that?" "You've been trapped for the better part of a year." "So?" "It was time to stop it." "That wasn't for you to decide. The bitch was just beginning to learn her place. Isn't that right, whore?" They both looked at the knight, who hadn't moved from the ground. She was still laying flat on her back. She didn't answer.Peter looked at the wizard with a suspicious gaze. "You enjoyed it?" "Damn straight. I fucked that girl millions of times. We remembered it all, you know, our bodies were in a loop but our minds weren't. I had the pleasure of raping her ass and cunt so many glorious times. And there wasn't anything she could do, she had to repeat it over and over, always making the same mistakes she made the first time." "That's sick." "That's magic. It's not your place to judge what a wizard does. Now leave, I want to finish what I started millions of times but never got to finish." "No." The wizard turned from his advancement on the girl, clearly amused. "No? I don't think that's for you to say." Peter pulled a pill from his pocket and swallowed it. "The Good Witch Bollasa says 'hello'." It seemed like forever, but it was probably only a couple of seconds, but Peter dashed forward with inhuman speed, faster than even the wizard had accomplished in the time loop, and punched the wizard in six vulnerable areas of the body. Eric crumpled onto the ground just as the pill's effects wore off. The wizard landed next to the knight. She turned and saw the unconscious face of the man who had raped her for the last year. Like a frightened cat, she bolted off the ground and ran instinctively for the nearest exit. The only problem was that Peter was in her way. They fell to the ground in a tangle of limbs which ended with him on top of her, his head buried in her delightful bosom. And then she began to cry. "Please don't rape me." "What? I... No, you've got it wrong..." "Please don't rape me." And then she began to thrust her hips into him. It probably would have been more exciting for him if she wasn't trying to fuck his elbow. "Lady, I'm not here to..." "Please don't... Please don't ra..." Peter struggled to move into the proper position. "It's okay. It's going to be okay," he whispered soothingly into her ear. And then he shot the anesthetic into her arm. The knight whimpered as she fell into unconsciousness. Peter sighed. Bollasa was right, the knight had gone insane. An entire year spent being raped, forced to repeat the motions she had performed a year ago even though her mind screamed at her body to do differently, never sleeping, never anything. The situation, a woman completely shattered by being forced into an intense sexual situation which defied the limits of human endurance, reminded him of a face from his past. She had been beautiful. Peter had taken her in and they had had a pretty nice time together. Then things had gone downhill and they had parted ways. Of course, he had been a little reluctant to see her go. Still, it wasn't like he had much of a choice in the matter. As for her, she hadn't exactly been in a position to choose what she really wanted. Yes, no doubt about it. And the knight's black hair even looked like Aethis'. But those were memories that had long passed. Back when he had been with Clara. Clara. God, he missed her too. But that had to wait. The knight needed help. Medical, at the very least, psychological if she was to ever be anything approaching sane.	3
102,978	The In Your Ass Secret Society part 4 Vengeance and Some Emotional Crap	Have you ever watched a man be burned alive? I haven't, except for this one time on a "World's Stupidest People" show. But you can't tell anything from television. I bring it up because when word got out that my case was up for consideration, I suddenly had a lot of friends who wanted to come out and help with the raid. One of them, Louis, a guy I kind of knew in the pyro division, told me that if I was feeling really angry about what was done to me, there was no surefire cure for vengeance like smelling the burning flesh of my tormentors. Say what you will, the idea kind of sickened me. I know I was pissed off at these bikers for abducting, raping, and then subjugating my wife until she was their happy fuck toy, but I really didn't think they deserved to burn to death for it. See, the way raids work is that three-quarters of the party are assigned to the raid. This will usually consist of a squad other than the squad the victim is assigned to. The other quarter of the raiding party consists of the victim and candidates chosen by the victim and approved by the manager in charge of the case. Recon had found out that the biker gang which had kidnapped and initiated my wife as one of their slaves had a total membership of fifty. The raiding party was to consist of thirty initial and forty backup. This meant I got to choose 16 members of the squad, myself and five others to be a part of the initial group which would raid my house the next time the bikers decided to pay Linda a visit. The other ten would be a part of the backup party, ready to come in if the rest of the gang showed up or if the first party was unable to handle the bikers that were already there. My task was to find and subdue my wife. Since she was enjoying her life as the Dead Knife's whore, she was classified as hostile. This didn't mean I wouldn't get to administer revenge on a personal level though. According to intelligence, I would probably find my wife fucking two or more bikers. I would have to subdue these men any way I found appropriate, and then try to talk sense into my wife. If that should fail, I was to render Linda unconscious. The hard part was deciding what weapons to bring along. I might find myself facing a room of twenty men suddenly angered at having their activities interrupted. Lord knows they would all be pissed off to have me burst in to stop them from sticking their greasy cocks into my wife's cunt, which by now was probably looser than the lips on a professional stool pigeon, and all the while she would be screaming in ecstasy. I put Louis on the maybe list. It had been four months since I moved into the IYA compound. Since then, I had learned many useful skills, motivated by the fire which burned in my heart at all that the Broken Knives had taken from me. The woman I loved turned into a biker slut, my house their personal playground where they would make my wife beg for their cock, everything I had ever worked for tainted by their influence. I couldn't even think of Linda without flashing back to the image seared in my mind, Linda, cum leaking out of every one of her orifices, licking their cum off her fingers telling me how lucky she was to be one of THEIR whores. It's surprising how many weapons you can master in four months. My specialty lay in the throwing knives. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that the bikers who had taken my wife were called the Dead Knives, and I wanted to enjoy the irony of killing one of them with a knife. Maybe it was the way that they slurped into human flesh when thrown just right. Those throwing knives got me invited on a lot of raids. It was almost like a party trick, if you can do it well enough and gain a reputation, everyone wants to see it for themselves. I do this really cool trick where one knife slices through the target's crotch just seconds before the other imbeds itself between his eyes. I've gotten a lot of requests for that one, particularly on the second-in-command of whoever fucked the victim's wife. The main perpetrator is almost always taken out by the victim, if possible. Often we try to take the perpetrator alive so the victim can think out what kind of punishment he would like to dish out. Sometimes though, the victim doesn't want the honor, his wife's safety more important to him than revenge. In that case, it's whoever finds the perp first. Since I was the victim this go-around, I was given the choice. I wanted revenge. We were dealing with a gang, so finding the gang leader would be difficult, but I was assured that if he could be identified, and was still alive after the raid, I would be allowed to pick the punishment. Meanwhile, I would have to satisfy myself with whoever was fucking my wife when I found her. We got to my house a little before eleven in the afternoon. Seventy people do not exactly blend in a suburban neighborhood, so we picked a time when we hoped most of my neighbors would either be at work or school. I don't recall any of my neighbors being housewives, but I didn't really know everyone, and some of them might have changed their schedules in the four months since I had left. There were a lot of motorcycles in the yard and driveway to my house. I didn't get a chance to count them when the radio in the bus blazed, "This is the scout, I count seventy people in the house, fifty-two males, sixteen females, two uncertain. Target one is in upstairs main bedroom, target two is in the kitchen, at least five secondary targets. Ten to twenty in the kitchen, twelve in the main bedroom, ten to twenty in the front living room, twenty in upstairs bedrooms, eight wandering." Another voice responded, "Affirmative scout. All units will enter the house. Keep casualties low if possible, take all women alive unless impossible. T-minus three minutes." "You heard the man," the sergeant shouted. "Everyone get ready. Demolition, I want that door down in five seconds. Neutralizing weapons first! Switch to live ammo only if they start firing back!" We filed out of the bus, I was seated in the back so I got out last. By the time I did, the house was almost completely surrounded by men in uniform. I went to the backyard where I shimmied up a rope someone else had already secured and joined three other people on the balcony adjoining my bedroom's glass door. The curtains had been pulled closed so we couldn't see inside, which suited our purposes just fine because it meant no one inside could see us either. Luck (and the regular position of the sun in the afternoon) had the sun shining in through the other side of the house. There was another twelve people positioned to enter the house on the upstairs, supporting themselves with awnings, gutters, window sills, or ropes. In the front of the house, the Captain in charge counted down from five silently with his hand in the air. We in the back of the house were waiting for the sound of a door crashing in which would sound once he was out of fingers. The raid began. Seventy men don't easily enter a house all at once. Since it was my house, I had given permission for a reasonable amount of damage to occur to the structure of my home, both to start and to take place during the raid. Reasonable meant they didn't blow up the side of my house to make a hole big enough for ten people to swarm through. Here's how the most of it probably took place. First, the door would be rammed down, and five men would enter through there. As the bikers focused on that, another eight would dive through the large picture window in the living room, all the while being covered until they could draw their own weapons. Another five would break through the glass door in the back, near the kitchen, while four would be entering through the kitchen window. After that, the rest would stream in. Half would secure the downstairs, a third would go upstairs and support those of us up there, and the rest would go where they deemed they were needed. Upstairs, the eight would convene on the other room bikers were concentrated, while the four of us on the balcony would take care of anyone in the same room as my wife. The door crashed. Already in position, two members of Blue Squad, team #1455 according to the encoded signs on their arm badges, crashed through the glass door. Louis and I covered them, firing a spray of tranq darts into the room. We did pretty well, three bikers went down. Barely taking time to shake the glass from their bodies, the two Blue boys drew their weapons and took down another two targets. We must have caught them by surprise, because the bikers in the room were going down pretty easily. It was one of the upsides of taking a group by surprise in an enclosed space when all your guys are on one side, all theirs are on another, and you don't care what part of the body you hit.Louis took down another two before they could react, I got another one, and the Blue boys took down another two. One near the door bolted, and one of the blue boys gave chase, his partner quickly following to cover him. This left Louis and me in the room alone. There were only four left in the room. One was pretty fast; I only noticed that he had a goatee and no shirt on under his vest before I had to dodge him and his switchblade. My body twisted so that my hands came together and came hammering down on the back of his neck, causing him to go crashing down on the ground. Louis picked off a guy getting a blowjob in the corner. As he pitched forward, we could hear a squeal from the girl who was administering the head as his body fell onto her, trapping her beneath him even as she still sucked his dick. I haven't mentioned it yet, but one of the reasons it was so easy to take out the people in the room is that most of them were concentrated in a circle around the main attraction. My wife had been the center of a biker gang bang, but most of the other participants had fallen to our tranq darts. Despite the lack of men to fuck her, my wife was still being taken from behind by a long-haired biker, and she was sucking the dick of some biker who had three darts in him. Her hands were wrapped around the still-hard cocks of two unconscious bikers, victims of the tranq darts. Neither my wife nor the guy taking her from behind seemed to realize that all their comrades had fallen. Me and Louis looked at each other with disbelief as they continued to go at it, the guy taking my wife from behind still pumping away furiously, and my wife sucking away at the unconscious guy's cock, her hands trying to travel the lengths of two cocks going flaccid. Once the cocks in her hands had shrunk to the point that she couldn't wrap her hands around them, my wife let them go and used her hands to support herself. The sudden shift in balance caused the guy in her mouth to fall backwards. Since he was out of it, he made no attempt to stay up, and he came crashing to the ground, his cock popping out of my wife's mouth. Once he had fallen, we were able to see her face for the first time. Her eyes were closed, her mind focused on her blowjob. She still attempted to pleasure the void left by the cock orally. I swear I'm not making this up; it wasn't until she realized her tongue was trying to wrap itself around nothing that she figured something was up. Her eyes opened in shock, and she stared at the man she had been sucking off, now flat on his back, his hard cock pointing into the air. Her eyes moved up, and she saw us. Louis waved. "Hi honey," I said mockingly. Linda's eyes grew wide. That was almost worth the entire raid right there. The guy taking her from behind was still absorbed in the pussy he was pounding. "H-h-hh-h," my wife wheezed. Louis and I waited to see what she was trying to say. "Help!" The guy taking my wife from behind opened his eyes. "What the hell?" he said. Louis pulled the pistol to his portable flame thrower and shrugged. "Go ahead," I told him. Louis let the fire stream forward. It hit the guy right in the face. The burst of flame was a short one, but even so, that's gotta be painful. The guy was supporting this theory as he screamed louder than I've ever heard someone scream before, and remember I've shoved knives into the thighs of uncooperative white slavers, many of whom have been women. I don't remember if I read this somewhere or if I'm making it up, but I think you're not supposed to touch any area of your skin which has been burned. This guy tried to put out his face with his hands, still screaming. Finally, I got so tired of the sound that I shot him with a few tranq darts just to shut him up. Which just left Louis, Linda, and me. "I'm going to start piling these guys," Louis said, sensing the tension. I nodded and let him start moving the bodies for easier restraining once they woke up. I heard him fire a tranq dart into the girl in the corner after she started screaming, I guess after Louis pulled the guy off her. Louis later told me that she was sucking the guy's dick like a pacifier, even though it had gone soft. Louis thinks the girl had regressed back to infancy. All of that was far from my mind as I looked upon my wife, closely, for the first time in four months. The time had not been good to her. She was still relatively clean, aside from some cum, dried and fresh, which coated her body. Red welts coated her body, suggesting that she had been whipped recently, the main concentrations were on her back and ass, although her tits had a couple as well. Since she was on all fours, I couldn't see her stomach, although I expected there were some there as well. Linda had a few more piercings than I remember, a couple of rings adorned her left eyebrow, a few more littered her ears. From the way she was positioned, I couldn't see her cunt, but I assumed there were some more in there as well. Tattoos were more plentiful as well. The damned gang insignia on her arm, the one that branded her a whore of the Dead Knives, was still there. It had been joined by a fairly elaborate design of a snake slithering through the eyes of a skull on her back which hadn't been finished. One of the bikers had probably been using her as a canvas and lost interest. I could also catch part of one on her ass cheek. Maybe they gave her drugs or something, but she looked to have dropped twenty pounds. It didn't look unhealthy, but it made her look even more unlike the woman I remembered. Her sunken, bloodshot eyes didn't help, neither did the fact that her hair had been cut badly. Back before we had been well off, and Linda had been able to go to a professional stylist, she had tried cutting her own hair, without a mirror. This looked worse. "M-mark?" Linda asked, uncertain. "No," I said, rather firmly, I thought. "Um, Miles?" "No." "Matt?" "No." This was getting tiring. Admittedly, four months had been a long time. Four months that she had been fucking, sucking, and doing whatever else the bikers had wanted. Entertained them, if you'd like. Probably some dancing, some stripping, used to experiment the laws of biker physics. How many bottles of vodka can a whore drink before passing out, can a bitch cum by fucking a bottle, can a whore be used as an end table, does spraying soda up a whore's cunt keep her from getting pregnant, that kind of thing. Still, I found it disconcerting to think she had forgotten me completely. "Are you my husband?" "Yes." Well, at least she kind of recognized me. She cried out, it seemed to be in... relief? That didn't make sense. "I thought they had killed you," she sobbed. "I don't remember your name." "Myron," I said. "Myron," she whispered to herself. She nodded happily, as if she had just recalled something special. "Want to fuck me?" Shit, the day was looking up. Many rehabilitation sessions seemed imminent in my future. "Not right now," I said cautiously, not wanting to upset her. "Are you sure? It's all I'm good for." Louis looked up from the body he was dragging and muttered, "You lucky bastard. I didn't get rehabilitation time." Linda got off all fours into a kneeling position. "Does your friend want to fuck me? I can take you both." Louis suddenly became very interested in dragging bodies, although I noticed a grin break out onto his face. Really, a person's pain is amusement for everyone else these days. "Myron?" she said. "What?" I asked. "What's your friend doing to my masters?" "Nothing." "Are you sure? I'm their whore, you know." "Not anymore," I said. Linda got a really frightened look on her face. "What do you mean?" "We're here to free you." "Free me from what?" She looked ready to bolt. "Nothing," I sighed. "Let's go downstairs." "Okay," she said happily. Kind of brainlessly too. I don't know how, but these biker bastards had turned my intelligent, beautiful wife into a stupid, bimbo, slut. As we walked out the door, other IYA agents were walking in, taking over for Louis in moving the bodies. I heard a couple of them talking about who should pick up the girl in the corner. Their conversation went something like: "You pick her up." "No, no you pick her up." "I don't want to get cum all over my uniform. It's practically flowing from her cunt." "So, what? It's okay for me to get cum all over me?" "You get it all over yourself anyway." "Man, fuck you." "Fuck you. Okay, grab her legs, I'll grab her arms." "Fine, fucker." Downstairs, all the bikers were either unconscious or lined up against the living room wall with their arms above their heads. One was lying on the floor in a pool of blood. He had a crowbar still clutched in his hand, and a knife sticking out of his back. From the way he was lying, he probably had a couple in his front as well. A few women were unconscious as well. The sergeant was talking to the three that weren't, assuring them in calm tones that everything would be okay. They didn't look as bad as my wife, one of them was in the remains of a business suit, material cut away to reveal her cunt and tits, so they had probably been taken recently. One of them was crying. My wife gasped when she saw the room. The captain saw the three of us enter and motioned us over. "Ah, Brainridge, find your wife?" I nodded, and motioned to Linda. The captain nodded. "Good, good, well we've been able to flush everyone out. We're heading back to base." I nodded again. "That you bitch?" one of the ones against the wall shouted. "Yes, sir!" Linda said, jumping. "What're you doing to our whore?" the wall guy demanded. "Shut up," an agent told him."She's our whore," the wall guy said. "You can't take her. We trained her fair and square!" "I said, shut up," the agent said louder, and pushed the wall guy firmly in the back. The wall guy grunted. My wife squeaked in surprise. "You can't use her, she only takes Dead Knife dick," the wall guy continued. Obviously, you didn't join a biker gang to obey authority, even if they did have you spread against a wall. "Isn't that right, bitch?" "Yes, sir!" Linda shouted. "Linda, shut up!" I growled, annoyed. "Tell them what you live for, bitch!" "I love the Dead Knives, I want their cocks." "Linda!" "Whose Linda?" she asked me, confused. "What's your name?" Louis asked carefully. "Bitch," Linda said cheerfully. I could hear the mutterings of "lucky bastard" from the other IYA agents. They knew Linda and I were going to rehab, it was enough to make anyone jealous. "You tell 'em, Bitch!" the wall guy laughed, and the others on the wall laughed with him. Linda laughed right along with them, as though she had just heard the funniest thing in her life. "Sir?" I asked, pulling out my throwing knives. The captain looked at me. It took him a second to understand. "Okay, but don't kill him." "Yes, sir," I said. I threw two knives. One pierced each hand, nailing them to the wall. The wall guy screamed, and blood flowed down his arms, making a stain on the wall. Curiously, Linda did nothing. I've thought about that since then, and I think I know why. You see, she had spent the past four months with a biker gang, and I've got to think that during that time she saw a lot of reckless violence. After a while, she was probably conditioned not to react if one of the Broken Knives got hurt, because more than likely he was hurt by another Broken Knife. The gathering in the kitchen broke up as agents began to grab bodies to take back to the headquarters. There, the prisoners would be catalogued. Any with bounties would be turned in for their rewards, the others would either be framed for crimes that would get them lengthy jail terms or killed and their bodies abandoned, maybe used to frame someone for murder. All of them would be brainwashed into forgetting that they had been beaten by the IYA. The women, on the other hand, would be rehabilitated and returned to their loved ones if they had any. Some might get recruited into the IYA. Those that had wanted to join the Broken Knives all along, and had been part of the subjugation of the others, would be used according to the victim's wishes, in this case, mine. I stayed in the kitchen with Linda. Louis had gone to help with the loading of the bodies, so we were left with the guards and the conscious prisoners. The prisoners were escorted out by three agents, one prisoner at a time. "Bitch," one of the prisoners hissed. "Yes, sir?" Linda asked. "Why aren't you trying to free us? We told you to help us if we were ever caught by the cops." "I'm sorry, sir," Linda said sadly. "But it isn't the cops. It's my husband." "Your husband? The small-dick bitch who couldn't fuck you right?" "Yes, sir," she said. I shook my head. Normally, such insults would have affected me... no, they pissed me off. But I had been called worse in my times out on raids, he was going to have to do worse than that. "Why the fuck are you helping him instead of us?" "I love him," Linda said. "You love our cock," the guy reminded her. "Yes, sir, more than anything." "What do you say?" "Please, sir, please fuck me? I need your cock." "Prove it, Bitch." "Yes, sir!" Linda said. She got on her knees and started crawling to the guy. "Linda, cut it out!" I screamed. She kept crawling to him. "Linda!" I shouted again. Nothing. Then I remembered. "Bitch, stop it!" Linda hesitated. She looked back at me. She was torn, she had never had to confront this before, two things she claimed to love telling her two different things. "Bitch, do you want my cock or not?" the guy hissed. Linda looked sadly at me, then turned around and started to crawl towards the guy again. The guards aimed their tranq guns, but I raised my arm to stop them. "See that bastard!" the guy shouted triumphantly. "Your wife only likes Dead Knives cock!" I let three knives fly. Two hit his hands, like the guy I had nailed to the wall earlier. He jerked, just like I thought he would, and the third one hit, bulls-eye. If he wasn't castrated by the knife, he sure as hell wished he were. His convulsions caused him to spread a long line of blood across the wall at crotch level. I wondered what Linda would do now that he no longer had use of his cock. She kept crawling toward him. I motioned to the guards, and one of them shot a tranq dart into my wife's ass. She crawled a few more paces and then fell onto the floor. I didn't pick her up, like the guys arguing about the girl upstairs in the corner, I didn't want cum on my uniform. When we got back to the complex, I was tired. I told Louis he could handle the gang leader, but to make sure he didn't scream for too long. I think Louis took that to mean burn off his vocal chords. Whatever. I followed as they took my wife to be cleaned up, examined for STDs or pregnancy, dressed, and then to the rehabilitation room. The attending psychiatrist was Wendy. She started off by getting Linda to remember my name and trying to explain to my wife about the life she once led. Future sessions would entail deprogramming Linda, getting her to overcome her guilt for betraying me (which involved me fucking other women), getting her to realize that I still loved her, getting her to realize she still loved me, and finally getting her used to the idea that we would have slaves around our apartment and that she wasn't to obey them. See, I had decided that the women that we had captured, the ones without loved ones and had been doing everything voluntarily from the get-go, they were going to be our slaves. It actually happens quite a lot around the complex. We only get three though. Anything over that goes into a pool and redistributed to the victims that weren't victimized by any women, and so don't have the options of getting slaves in their raid. (No one ever said the IYA was a completely benevolent organization. Our public face is a terrorist organization that shoves stuff up women's asses for Pete's sake.) I watched most of the first session through a two-way mirror. Linda began to get used to the idea that her name was Linda. After a while, I got bored, so I watched a Rockford Files rerun playing in the Rehabilitation Room's lobby. They call it a Rehabilitation room, since that's what it started out as, but these days it's more of a wing. Wendy escorted my wife into the lobby when they were done. Wendy told me not to expect progress to happen very quickly. The deprogramming would likely take a month or two, as she slowly weaned Linda off of everything she had learned. I asked why it would take so long, and Wendy explained that first they had to figure out what Linda had learned. They would interrogate some of the prisoners, but the only one who knew everything was Linda, and she wasn't very helpful when it came to explanations. Besides, from my reports, it looked like Linda had willingly accepted her role as a whore, enthusiastically, after the initial rape. I remembered. I almost wanted to hurt my wife. Almost. Drudging up old memories can do that sometimes. But I remembered that the IYA was supposed to be the outlet for those feelings. Rehabilitation would show Linda why she had been wrong, a lot more effectively than a smack across the face. Before I left, Wendy gave me some tips on how to help Linda. First, I was to keep calling her Linda, never call her Bitch, not even in anger. Second, never force her into sex, let it be her own idea. Third, refer to her as often as possible as my wife. Fourth, don't let her be naked and try to get her to wear unsexy clothes as often as possible since it would be the opposite of what the bikers made her look. Fifth, treat her as I used to, try to get her back in the habit of being an intelligent adult. Finally, until Wendy okayed it, Linda was never to leave the apartment except to go to her rehabilitation sessions. I was given the appointments for the removal of Linda's tattoos, which Wendy would oversee. If I wanted the piercings out, I was given a phone number to make an appointment. I took my wife to my, natch, our apartment. She marveled at the size of the complex along the way. I hurried her along, remembering Wendy's last rule. When we got to the apartment, I let her look around and explore her new home. "It's big," she said. "But not as big as the house. Should I get naked now?" "No," I said, remembering the fourth rule. "Leave the jumpsuit on." "Okay. But it doesn't look sexy." "That's okay, I love you no matter what you wear." She seemed surprised but she didn't say anything. She walked to the corner and knelt, her head up, her back straight, breasts pushed forward. I very quickly went to her and picked her up by the arm. She didn't resist. "You don't have to do that," I told her. When I went back to the other side of the room, she followed me. "What are you doing?" I asked her. "Following you," she said. "Why?" "Because you want me to do something with you." "What?" "That's why you picked me." Ah, she had been trained to wait in the corner. If someone wanted her to do something, he would pick her, and she would follow obediently. Shit, those bastards were more sophisticated in their training than they knew. It made me angry. "No." "Oh." She walked back to the corner. "Stop that! Come here! I mean, no! Arrgh! What's wrong with you?!" "I'm sorry, sir." "Myron!""My name is Myron!" "I'm sorry, Myron." "Don't be," I said, defeated. This was harder than I thought it would be. I slumped where I stood. My shoulders were feeling a lot heavier than they should. I needed to go to sleep. I trudged over to the bed and fell into it. Linda knelt beside the bed. "What are you doing?" I asked wearily. "Can the whore go to sleep too?" "Whatever," I muttered. She settled down on the floor. "Get up here," I said. She stood up and crawled onto the bed. Her hands went to my pants, and she unbuckled my belt. "Stop that," I told her. Linda rose onto her knees and started to unzip her jumpsuit. "No! Sleep! Just sleep. You remember what sleep is, don't you?" "But..." "What?!" "Don't you want to fuck first?" "No! Go to sleep." "I... Okay." She settled down with her back to me. I didn't know what to expect, but this wasn't it. I had heard that it took others a while to get their girlfriends or wives back to normal, but I had never thought it would be this bad. She was like a child, or worse, a dog. I had been fueling myself on hatred for the past four months, and now that I had gotten my revenge, what now? I had my wife, sort of. This is what I had been working for? A slut who thought she belonged to a biker gang, and could only relate to me by pretending I was part of that gang? Gee wow, they didn't put that in the pamphlet. Still, it was my wife. MY wife. For better or worse and all that crap. It sure didn't get any worse, oh no, she could have been pregnant or caught some disease. Nope, the doc said she was just really loose. Lucky me. Damn it! I guess it was instinct. Maybe it was having someone share my bed after four months of being alone. Whatever it was, I put my arm around her and held her close to me. And suddenly, I remembered why I had gotten so pissed off in the first place. The bastards had taken her away from me. They had made her theirs instead of mine. Maybe Louis had waited to put the leader to death. I held her body tightly against mine and went to sleep. I was awoken in the middle of the night because someone was shaking me. I thought Linda had run off, and someone was trying to alert me, but I realized her body was still pressed up against mine. No, it turned out that Linda was crying violently in her sleep. I held onto her even tighter. She grasped my arm protectively. She was muttering something. I couldn't hear it, so I tried to move my body to a better position. Linda was holding onto my arm too tightly for me to do that. Instead, I began to pull back with my arm. Linda's grip on it helped, as slowly I turned Linda in her sleep so that she no longer had her back to me. It put me in an awkward position, and I had to fight to keep my balance, but it allowed me to lean over close enough to hear her whisper. "...Myron..." Shit! Well, well, well. Wait, why was she crying and saying my name? Regret, disappointment, fear I'd save her, fear I wouldn't, loneliness? Damn it, so many options. I would have to bring this up the next time we met Wendy. "...don't hurt him..." Again, them don't hurt me? Me don't hurt them? What? Was she afraid I was getting hurt, or was she afraid I was hurting her precious masters? I was wishing she would talk in her sleep, but in complete sentences. God, even in her sleep, I was getting pissed. "I promise to be good, don't hurt Myron." Oh shit. At that moment, I realized that maybe she wasn't as enthusiastic in her role as I had thought. The time when she told me she loved them more than me, right before I was contacted by the IYA... was she protecting me? Shit, these things are always more complicated than they should be. But if she had... Damn, and I had just left her to those jackals. I wiped a tear from her face. Her eyes shot open. "Don't hit me! I'm a good whore!" She tried to break away from me, but I grabbed her, and she was already sliding down my body, unzipping my pants, trying to grab my cock to show me, to show the biker, how eager she was for cock. She had my cock in her mouth before I was able to try and stop her. Whoever had trained her had trained her well. She was sucking enthusiastically; I had never been taken in the mouth like that before. I almost didn't want to stop her. Almost. I pulled gently on her hair, and she stopped sucking. "Get up here," I told her, and slowly she rose. She was surprised it was me. "Myron?" "It's okay, it's me. You don't have to be afraid anymore." "Myron?" "You're safe now." She began to cry again, only this time she leaned into me and let me hold her. She held onto me as well, tightly, she almost crushed one of my ribs. I didn't stop her. I'm ashamed to say that I fell asleep while she was crying into my chest. When I woke up, I was on my back. Linda was sucking my cock again. Like I said, she was very good. It wasn't long before I shot my load into her mouth. She swallowed, like a good whore, I guess. She climbed back up the bed and lay next to me. She stroked my face with her fingers. "I can't believe it's really you." "I'm sorry," I told her. "No, it's my fault, I shouldn't have given in, but they said they were going to kill you, and then they said they had. I didn't have any choice." "It's okay," I told her. "No, it's not. I'm not your wife anymore, I'm just a whore." "No, you're not, you're my wife, and I love you." "I don't deserve it." "Yes, you do." "No, I don't. I'm dirty. I don't even deserve to be in the same bed as you." I was beginning to see why Wendy thought rehabilitation was going to take a while. All the stages were beginning to make sense as well. I thought the stage where we had to convince her I still loved her was strange, but now... Linda began to get up. "Where are you going?" "I don't deserve to be in the same bed as you. I'll sleep on the floor from now on, like a proper whore, I'll only be in your bed when you want to be fucked." "Don't you dare," I told her. "I didn't spend four months learning new and interesting ways to kill people so you could keep being a whore. You get in this bed now." I swear, if I didn't know better, I would have guessed that she did it to annoy me. She started to take her jumpsuit off. "Leave that on!" "But it doesn't make me look like a whore!" "Good!" I rose up and kissed her. I shouldn't have; I tasted some of my own cum, and no man should ever have to do that. Still, the reasoning was sound, I hoped. I pulled away from it, much to Linda's chagrin. "We don't have to meet Wendy until noon. Until then, we are going to stay right here and have a normal conversation. You aren't going to call yourself a whore, you're not going to act like a whore, and you're not going to be a whore. Now, what do you want to talk about." "Um..." "Well?" "I like cock." "No!" "I'm sorry! I'm just a stupid whore!" "No! Linda," I took her hand and stared into her eyes. "Don't you remember anything else? Before the bikers?" "No," she sobbed. "I just remember that I want cock. I need cock, because I'm a dirty slut. I'll do whatever you tell me if you'll give me your cock. I don't remember anything else except you." "What about me?" "I miss you. I love you." "I love you too." "Myron?" "Yes?" "Can we fuck now?" "What?" "Please! I think it's a conditioned reflex, but I need to fuck. Tasting cum makes me horny!" I looked at her, she was serious. She really needed to fuck. I sighed. "Okay, but only because you said 'conditioned reflex.'" "Thank you, sir!" she said, already pulling off her jumpsuit. As she did, I got a look at the piercings through her nipples and the new ones through her cunt. The front of her body was thankfully devoid of tattoo, so all I saw was her beautiful skin. We fucked. It was good, even if her cunt was loose. And I reminded myself to ask Wendy if during the deprogramming, she could leave in the sexual techniques.	4
103,029	Description	Hello there, this is BleedingFlower (not my real name, obviously). Heph is making me write a description of myself and what just happened to me. He says I have to include everything in the survey, for those who are curious about those sorts of things. So I'll start there. I'm 27, and lost my virginity at 17. I've slept with three different people: my first mistake, a guy I dated freshman year (much better), and my ex-husband. Heph has a mischievous look on his face and is reminding me it will be four soon. I get the feeling he isn't going to let this be easy. It's hard enough writing this, but I have to admit I am getting a little bit hot thinking about you all out there reading it. This is probably my wildest sexual experience... I used to be pretty conservative and thought I had the perfect life until I caught my husband in bed with my friend. Since the divorce, I've wanted to have a chance to be a bit wild while I'm still young, but I haven't had a chance to do much about it until now. Favorite thing about sex: orgasms. Heph says everyone says that, try again. Okay. A good long, hard stroke when you aren't expecting it. You know? You're there, you're doing it, he's got a rhythm going, and all of a sudden he pulls back and drives it deep into you. Only takes a couple of those and I know I'll be cumming over and over. I can't believe I just wrote that. So let's see, like I said, I'm divorced, and I work as a paralegal. I used to be the sort of person who had to have everything figured out and everything in its place, but now I'm a bit more relaxed. My favorite story is "The Slut"... I love the idea of someone being pushed into being a bit wild and overcoming their inhibitions. I guess that's how I got into this mess. I've also always had a bit of an exhibitionist streak. I doubt I could actually ever do anything in public like that, but thinking about it really really turns me on. Heph promises me he's going to write up everything he does to me, so I can be exposed that way. Just thinking about it excites me to no end. I masturbate a couple times a week, though this has been an above average week. Heph has been teasing me daily with a paragraph or two of things he might do to me. Okay, now I have to describe myself. This is going to be a bit tough. I have long straight dark auburn hair, blue eyes and pale skin. I'm 5'3", slender, played lots of sports growing up and work out regularly so I like to think I have a pretty nice body. Heph wants me to mention that I'm sitting naked at his computer in his apartment right now. His hand is playing with my breasts (he says I have to call them that) while I'm typing... it's a bit distracting. They're B-cups: not real big, but nice and firm. My pussy is shaved bare for the first time in my life... usually I keep it nice and trimmed but he made me shave it for him. You have no idea how much of a turn on it was to do that last night, knowing I didn't want to, but was doing it because he told me to. I spent quite a while taking care of myself afterwards, and I have to admit the feeling of all that smooth, bare skin down there is pretty cool. So now Heph says I have to tell you the story of how I got to this point. I've been reading stories online now for a while, and came across Heph's story "Innocence." I enjoyed it, so I started reading more of his stories, including the whole "Slut" series, which I really enjoyed. So I emailed Heph and told him how much I liked his stories and we started chatting. He says only one out of every one thousand people who reads a story writes a response. I have a hard time believing that. So anyway, we were talking, and he must have said all the right things because before I knew it, we were exchanging pictures (we both live in the LA area). He dared me to do something wild (I've always had a weakness for dares), and I laughed and asked what he had in mind, and he said should I make it a dare, or would you rather I get Heph-like and just tell you what to do. I'd like to, but I'm not sure if I could bring myself to actually do it, I said. The next day I get an email of things for me to do. Little things, but I can tell he's getting me used to doing what he tells me. But as I do them, I start getting turned on, because in my head I'm imagining the things he is going to be making me do soon. A few days later, he makes me go to work with no underwear on, which isn't really difficult, since no one can tell. The hard part, though, was getting work done because I was so turned on I desperately wanted to play with myself. This all made me very curious about what it would be like to meet him in person, so I was very pleased this Tuesday when he told me to plan on coming over to his apartment on Saturday (today) in order to be inspected. After a week of teasing, I put on some sexy clothes (tight red top and a short black skirt), as requested, and went over to his place. We chatted a bit until I was comfortable, then he had me stand in the center of the living room. Walking around me, he made me keep my hands at my sides as his hands roamed all over my body. When he was facing me again, he took a long look at my chest and told me to take my top off. It was very difficult with him watching me like that... I've always felt more comfortable letting the guy take my clothes off. As each piece came off, I stood still and let him touch me until he told me to take off the next piece, until only my panties were left. Then he reached inside them and started rubbing my bare pussy, telling me what a good girl I was for shaving for him. I was shaking so hard I could hardly stand. Then he stopped, and sat in front of me, and told me to show him my pussy. Blushing bright red, I slid my panties down my legs and stepped out of them. After having me pose a bit for him (including having me bend over and spread myself open for him... god, is that humiliating), he led me over to the computer and sat me down here to start writing. He says that's a good enough introduction for now and that maybe he'll sit me down here again later after he's had enough of me. Goodbye for now (I still can't believe I'm actually doing this)... -BleedingFlower	4
103,325	I Love Bi Boys	Hearing the person behind them at the light honking, Katherine realized she was still staring into Hannah's honey-gold eyes. She grinned and drove on, headed for home. When they arrived, she walked up to the front porch and started to open the door. Hannah pushed her against the door, hard, until her breasts were mashed against it, Hannah's lean body and small, firm breasts pressed against her. Hannah brought her knee up between Katherine's legs and bit her on the back of the neck, making her feel for all the world like a cat being bitten and held down to be fucked. Feeling her knees grow weak with desire for this woman, Katherine submitted to the bite gladly, thankfully even, while grinding her cunt against the rough denim of Hannah's jeans. She had just a moment to think how glad she was to have worn a skirt without panties tonight. The next thing she knew, Hannah had released her grip, and stepped back to allow the door to be opened. Sending up a mental 'Thank You!' to the gods for her kids being out of town tonight, Katherine turned into Hannah's arms as soon as they were through the door. Kissing this woman was amazing. She really knew exactly how it worked: a moment or two of tender kissing, some soft exploration of the mouth and lips and teeth with her tongue, then a deep thrust or (even better) sucking Katherine's bottom lip into her mouth and licking and nibbling at it before giving it a fierce bite, tug, and release. After a few minutes of standing and kissing, Hannah moved her warm, soft mouth to Katherine's neck, licking, sucking, and biting. "Harder, bite me harder," Katherine whispered, and was rewarded with a bite so hard it brought tears to her eyes...and the beginning waves of her first orgasm of the night to her cunt. When Hannah realized what was happening, she pinched Katherine's nipples, rolling them between her fingers and pulling on them, until Katherine had finished coming. Both women laughed, a bit self-consciously, and moved to the bedroom. With Hannah's eyes seeming to somehow cover every inch of her at once, Katherine felt naked already. She stood, expectantly...no conversation was needed for them both to know how this scene would begin. Hannah remained several feet away and ordered Katherine, "Take your clothes off. Now." Katherine's trembling fingers began fumbling with the tie at the waist of her skirt. After a moment or two, it dropped to the floor at her feet. She then pulled her camisole off over her head and stood before Hannah, truly exposed now. She could feel Hannah's gaze, like hot brands burning her large breasts, warming her cunt. She loved being naked in front of Hannah, and it was made even more intense by the fact that Hannah was still completely dressed. She continued to stand, not having been told to do anything more. Yet. Hannah took a deliberate step toward Katherine, then another. Katherine's breath caught in her throat as Hannah took a third step, moving close enough that she could feel the warmth of Hannah's body in the air near her. Hannah leaned close to Katherine's ear and said, "Such a little slut. Only sluts go home from bars with strangers, you know." Katherine's only verbal response was a whimper, but she felt a flush of desire spread, starting from her cunt, throughout her whole body, burning like a fire through her. Hannah continued, "Yes, that's right. You love being seen for what you truly are. You love to be used by strangers, like the slut that you are, don't you, my sweet little whore?" The whispered "Yes!" felt like it had been torn from her throat. "Use me. Tell me what you want, and make me do it. It doesn't matter what it is. I'll do anything you say." Hannah chuckled softly. "I'm sure that you will, darling. But for tonight, we'll keep it simple. I'm going to strap on that big cock of yours [whimper] and make you blow me, because everybody knows that sluts like you love to suck cock. [gasp] And then I'm going to fuck you all night." Katherine groaned. "Don't move, slut." Katherine was going absolutely nowhere. She watched as Hannah reached into the box under the edge of the bed and pulled out a very realistic-looking silicone cock. Her eyes widened as she realized that Hannah had chosen the largest dildo in the box...which was also Katherine's favorite, partly because it was so realistic, with its veins and balls and head, and partly because of its sheer size. Her mouth began to water just thinking of wrapping her lips around the huge shaft. She watched Hannah pull out the leather harness and a bottle of lube. Applying a bit of lube to the shaft of the dildo, she pushed it through the steel ring on the harness, positioning it just right, and then strapped the harness onto her hips so the cock stood out proudly erect from her pubic bone. Stalking across the room, Hannah put her hands on Katherine's shoulders and applied downward pressure until Katherine knelt in front of her. "Suck me, you little bitch," she snarled. Katherine licked her lips and began to lick and nibble at the bobbing cock, no longer made of silicone but, in her mind, completely real and very attached to the amazing woman standing there in her room. Tonguing the balls before sucking them into her mouth, Katherine got lost in the moment, and suddenly felt Hannah's hands in her hair. Her groan of pleasure turned to a gasp as Hannah yanked her head back so she was looking up at her. "I said suck me." Katherine again wet her lips and wrapped them around Hannah's cock. Hannah's hands, tangled in her hair, gripped Katherine's head, and she began to pump the huge cock into Katherine's mouth, deeper with each thrust. Both women were grunting with the pleasure of this beautiful blowjob, and Katherine couldn't help noticing the delicious smell of Hannah's cunt. She risked reaching a hand up to touch the inside of Hannah's thigh, knowing she might be punished for this bold move. However, Hannah's legs trembled with the touch, and the wetness on her thigh emboldened Katherine even more. She brought her fingers up beneath Hannah's skirt, pushed the panties aside, and felt the slick warmth of Hannah's soft, swollen pussy lips. Sliding her fingers back and forth, she slid up to Hannah's clit and circled it gently a few times. Rewarded with Hannah's moan and more rapid thrusting into her throat, Katherine increased the pressure and speed of her motions. Without pausing, she brought her thumb to Hannah's clit, maintaining the circles, while she sunk first one, and then two, fingers into Hannah's hungry cunt. Feeling a bit overwhelmed with all of this going on at once, she began to pump her fingers into Hannah, while still circling Hannah's clit and sucking on Hannah's big beautiful cock. It wasn't long until she felt Hannah's cunt begin to grasp at her fingers, and that coupled with the crescendo of Hannah's moans told her Hannah would come soon. As Hannah began to climax, Katherine pressed her fingers as deeply as she could and at the same time opened her throat and swallowed, taking the cock all the way to the hilt. She savored this position for a moment, and then suddenly Hannah was stepping away from her. Hannah grabbed her roughly, pulled her to her feet, turned her around, and pushed her face-down onto the bed. Katherine squirmed a bit and was rewarded with a fierce slap on her ass. She squealed with the pain and the pleasure. "You really are a cocksucking little slut, aren't you? Let's see how my little whore likes to be fucked, shall we?" Katherine's cunt was dying to be filled with that big hard cock, and when she felt Hannah's weight on the bed, the anticipation was almost too much for her. Then she felt a warm hand on her thigh, stroking its way up to her ass, where it delivered another stinging blow. Gasping with pleasure, she begged, "Please...please?" "Please what, you little cunt?" "Please, ma'am, please fuck me," Katherine said, barely above a whisper. Hannah laughed aloud and said, "Oh, yes, I'm going to fuck you." Katherine heard the lube bottle clicking open, and the soft sound of lube being applied to the big cock. And then she felt the cock pressing...not against her cunt, but against her ass! Katherine's ass had certainly been fucked before, but never by this giant. Still, she had to admit she had fantasized about it, and had almost done it herself several times. "Wait! What--" she began, but Hannah's sharp smack on her ass stopped her short. "You know you want it, bitch. Now shut up and take it like a man." With that, Hannah shoved the big thick cock into Katherine's ass in one smooth motion. The pain was incredible. Katherine felt like she was being ripped apart. But the pleasure was as intense as the pain, and as Hannah began to move, the pain disappeared, and all Katherine felt was the most amazing pleasure.She arched her back and thrust her hips upward toward Hannah's thrusts, angling so that the dildo was hitting her G-spot in the most delightful way. As Hannah's rhythm became regular and even, she reached forward and started raking her long, sharp nails along Katherine's back, alternating these excruciating delicious scratches with stinging slaps to Katherine's ass. Each scratch, each slap, made Katherine moan, gasp, squeal, or even scream. "Okay, slut. I want to hear how much you love it. Come on, tell me." Katherine groaned again and said, "Yes, ma'am. I love it when you fuck me, ma'am. I'm all yours, fuck my ass harder and deeper, please, ma'am. I need your big cock, please don't stop. Make me scream, make me cry, please ma'am, don't stop fucking me." Hannah smiled and said, "Reach down and play with your clit, girl. I want you to come while my cock is buried in your ass." Katherine obliged, sliding her hand under her body on the bed, stroking her clit, and imagining she was a boy, stroking her cock while a big strong guy fucked her ass with his big cock. This fantasy, along with the intense stimulation, had her coming in moments. Hannah slapped her ass, one side and then the other, as she came, prolonging her orgasm until she thought she would pass out. Hannah collapsed on top of her, let the cock slide out of her ass, at which Katherine whimpered softly, and then rolled beside her.	4
103,337	Sweet Sylvan Devotion	He is walking one way, she is walking the other. They meet in the middle of this shady lone path. When two strangers meet on a path, they nod, perhaps smile. From a few, a cheery "hello!" is spoken. This is what she expects. He is not the expected. As he strides towards her, his eyes roam her, from face and lips to thighs and calves. She feels his gaze as tangible as touch. So when his hands glance as well, she is not surprised. It is only then that she realizes that she has stopped. His eyes meet hers, and he smiles. "Greetings," he says. She smiles, "Hello." "I have half an hour in which I have nothing to do," he licks his lips, "could we be that quick?" Hand in hand, they run. All shady lone paths have paths that lead off of them. This one is no exception. His caresses are fire, his kisses sweet. She bends against him as he presses on. Her hands find his shoulders. Her tongue finds his lips. Her clothing melts to the pine-needled floor, his heat is too much. His are gone to the wind, her breath is so heavy. Every touch is tenderness, every kiss a rejoicing, every breath is inhaled in love and exhaled in passion. Her sweetness yields to his tender touch, his rough shoulders fall prey to clutching hands. Her legs wrap round what is not hers in their seeking to become one. Flesh meets willing flesh in union. His whispered prayers to her body have no meaning when the crescendo breaks its final note. A squirrel, the only witness; trampled grasses, the only trace. He will forget their coupling tomorrow for another. She will remember it forever. "You're late," his mother tells him. "I met a young nymph upon the path," he replies. She smiles knowingly. The goat-footed Pan cannot be detained - from teaching young girls the meaning of love.	4
103,339	Ocean storm	He was beautiful. Standing there like a flesh and blood piece of art, naked with the light playing off his body and looking at her like she was beautiful too. Then he was moving towards her. Purposefully. His fingers sending electric thrills through her body. His hands pulling her out of her clothes. Naked, she leaned against him as he pulled her lips to his, and his hand went down to finger her, soft circles silky against her wetness. Then she could feel him hard against her, and with each kiss, he was pushing her backwards, one step, two, three, four - and then she was falling over backwards onto the bed, and he was on top of her. His fingers that had never left her desire opened her then, and his hardness slid into her with a thrill like thunder, and her whole body shaking, she curled herself around him, trying to get as close as she possibly could, as he rocked her like an ocean storm, inevitable and aimed at stripping the beach clean. Then he was kissing her again, and his whole body was in it now, and she matched his rhythm kiss for kiss, following him out with hips and lips until he strayed too far, and then like a jealous lover retreating until he pushed too close. He rolled her over when he'd had enough of that, never really slipping out of her but moving her body like a plaything made of straw. Both on their sides, he slipped a hand around and found her pleasure, circling it, suddenly patient, she the impatient monster who just wanted him to thrust again, and more, and more. He did thrust but slow and soft so that she hardly noticed it besides the storm that was suddenly building in her, and then her whole body was arching, and he wasn't stopping, and she was howling her pleasure to the world. Then he was thrusting again and hard, his fingers still circling expertly, his lips tracing the back of her neck, and they built together towards a second peak, this one higher and steeper than the last, and she slipped on her own wetness, but he was there, circling her with expert fingers, filling her with need. They arrived in seconds of each other. His whole hard body growing harder for a second, hers flowing bonelessly into him, and both floating for a moment before filling the air with shared sounds of joy. Then he slipped out of her, and as she still melted on the bed, he got off it. "Goodbye," he said, and then he left.	4
103,394	Blessed Mother	Have mercy on the misguided Catholic Father, who condemned the doctors for performing an abortion on a 9-year-old pregnant girl. Perhaps he looks back with longing to a time when women died in childbirth every day. As a priest, he would be called to attend a difficult labor to offer last rites. How many times would he tell the others to leave the room, so that he could help the unfortunate mother into God's arms? There would be no CNN to report on the situation, and there would not even be a hospital with modern sterilization and instruments. There would only be a young girl lying on a mat on a dirt floor, in preterm labor at 7 months. She would be pale, from the hard labor, and because she had not been outside since her belly started showing three or four months before. He would tell her the truth, that this was God's will. A girl that young would be able to accept her fate much better than her older sister, who he would visit in a year or two for her own last rites. Alone with God's victim, he spoke to her in hushed tones, helping her to hold still as his hands blessed her swollen breasts, small on her young chest but so full. He even helped her squeeze the tender nipples, and wonder at the sweet milk that would never be tasted by her offspring. There was no sonogram to tell him why she was dying, or whether her life could be saved, because there was no need. Her screams told him that his prayers would soon be answered again. He blessed her belly, pushing hard, feeling her uterus contract in vain. He moved his hands around, greedily searching for the outline of the unborn child, and discovered that God had blessed this little girl with two babies, babies God would not allow to be born. Before He formed them in the womb He knew them, and He knew that he would kill them for His servant's pleasure. The little girl screamed again, the ragged sound of a body pushed to its limit. Now, he blessed her pussy, sliding his left hand through the hairless folds, pressing on her clitoris as he unfastened his robe with his right hand. He slid three fingers easily into her vagina, then made room for the rest, and pushed through her effaced cervix. He could feel the baby, trapped sideways, its back bent as her body tried to force it out. The little girl's life could be saved by dismembering this child, but that was not God's way in this world. He pulled his fingers out of her body, and entered with his right hand. The small blade he held in his fingers was sharp, and he pushed it into her urethra and along the top of her vagina. He held her heaving belly with his left hand as she gasped, and then without his bidding she began praying, loud enough for the women outside to hear clearly. "Sancta Maria mater Dei," she intoned, not even knowing the meaning of the Latin she had been taught to repeat. "Ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc, et in hora mortis nostrae. Sancta Maria mater Dei..." As she prayed to the virgin who bore Christ, the priest pushed his hand into her abdomen through the gash in her vagina. He could see his hand moving under her skin as he cut deeper and deeper. He felt the hot urine splash out of her bladder into her abdominal cavity, then he cut through the sausage casings of her intestines, releasing their contents inside her as well. He moved around the side of her uterus. He paused just before her stomach, and dug the blade into her womb as it contracted one last time. It tore through the muscle and into the second amniotic sac, flooding her ruptured intestines. The priest looked at the dying girl's face. Her eyes were wide open in awe of the destruction inside her body. None of the damage was visible, externally. All there was before him was a dying girl, who never even had her first period. Her stepdad's constant sexual assaults impregnated her the first time her ovaries ripened. Now, it was time. "Sancta Maria mater Dei," the priest intoned, carefully moving around the girl's stomach without nicking it with the knife. It was full of communion wine, and it was important that only the wine pass her lips in death. He felt her diaphragm, moving rhythmically with the girl's final breath. "Ora pro nobis peccatoribus," he continued as he cut through the gristly tissue, but avoiding her lungs. A strange gurgling sound came from the little pregnant girl's mouth as he pushed her lungs out of his way. He was at her heart now. Its rhythm was uneven from the abdominal blood loss, but it was still strong. "Nunc," he said, working the blade through the pericardial sac, and into the thick muscle of her ventricles. The little girl bucked uncontrollably now, feeling the pain radiating from her chest down her arm. Her abdominal muscles tensed hard, causing her to vomit a froth of red communion wine. The fruity smell of the wine, the Blood of Christ, filled the room. "Nunc," he repeated, louder, as the blade severed her aorta, "et in hora mortis nostrae." Dropping the small blade into her chest cavity, he grasped the heart and eased his arm out of her vagina. The rose red froth around her mouth moved as he passed her lungs, and his arm came out of her cunt streaked with red blood and brown filth. The top baby kicked as he passed by, then was still. He paused for a moment with her heart clenched in his fist, the muscle still spasming, its rhythm lost. He pulled a little more, back through the ruptured vagina, and her vulva pushed out around the fist in a horrible, beautiful parody of childbirth. "Sancta Maria mater Dei," the priest said again, and pulled with a slow, firm motion. The Blessed Mother gave birth to her own heart, followed by a torrent of piss, blood, and shit-streaked amniotic fluid. The story was passed on among the women of the town, about the miracle that occurred on the little girl's deathbed. The priest told them all about it. She had been impregnated by Satan, and she fought the devil for those long months, silently, until the son of the Beast was to be born. But the blessed Virgin intervened, and the spiritual battle was won. The proof was plain for all to see. On the little girl's lips was the wine of the Communion, the holy Sangre de Cristo. They talked in hushed tones about the demon still trapped in her belly, and the mat covered in corruption and filth from her fight to keep it out of the world. Then there was the greatest sign of all. In a gold-lined box on the altar of the church, the heart of Christ himself, delivered by divine intervention from the womb of a little girl chosen by God to defeat Satan's influence in their village.	4
103,414	Holly 2	Holly drove away from the school with Carol sitting behind her and Penny in the passenger seat. The car windows had dried cum from the little boys who had squirted their cum while watching Penny and Carol molest her in the car. As Holly drove to the first intersection, Penny rolled down her window. There were kids walking home from school. "Watch this, Carol," giggled Penny. "Hey kids, over here!" she waved. Four kids walked over to the car. The light was red, and Holly didn't like how this was going. She was sitting there in the driver's seat with her skirt pulled up to her waist, her panties pulled down to her thigh, her white knee-high stockings, and her white halter top in which little Carol had reached around her left side and was squeezing her breast. The kids crowded in Penny's window, all staring at Holly. "Hi, Miss Anderson," giggled one boy. "Damn, what a slut you are, Miss Anderson," laughed another girl. The other two girls had their hands to their mouths, saying, "Oh, my God! Look at her." "Watch this," laughed Penny. "Mom, finger yourself." "Penny, not here, please, this is so not right," stammered Holly, looking out the front window as the kids giggled. "Penny, please, not here, I will do anything you want when we get home," tears had formed in Holly's eyes. "Mom, do it!" yelled Penny as she pressed the number one shock button on the leash. Holly let out a "Yelp" and quickly moved her left hand to her crotch and started rubbing. Penny, Carol, and the four kids started laughing as Holly pushed her index finger into her pussy. Just then, a school bus pulled alongside the car, and Penny reached over and honked the horn several times. Carol reached both hands around the driver's seat and grabbed both of Holly's breasts and started squeezing. "Lean forward, Miss Anderson, I want to take your bra off, it's in my way," urged the pre-teen. "No, not here, please," pleaded Holly. "Mom, don't make me shock you again, do as Carol says." Holly leaned forward a little bit, and Carol expertly unclasped Holly's bra. Then the girl pulled the bra off her. "That's better," giggled the girl. When her breasts were exposed, the kids and Penny started laughing. "Look at those tits, they're so small, my older sister has bigger tits than you, Miss Anderson," said one of the girls. Holly had tears in her eyes. Her breast size was a 34B. She was always very sensitive about her breasts, easily embarrassed, even as she was growing up, and now here was her daughter laughing at her tits. Carol looked around the driver's seat and laughed, "You have little girl tits, Miss Anderson." Holly had tears in her eyes as the kids pointed and laughed at her. Penny was enjoying herself, watching her mother squirm as she fingered herself and Carol mauled her tits. Holly looked out her window and saw the bus full of elementary school kids crowded at the bus windows, looking down at her. They too had their hands to their mouths and were pointing at Holly as they could clearly see the teacher fingering herself and Carol squeezing both her breasts. The light turned green, and Holly removed her hand from her crotch, but Penny said, "Drive with one hand, mother, and finger yourself with the other..." then she looked at the kids as they backed away from the car, "...show's over till next time," she laughed. As Holly drove through the intersection, Carol was still kneading her breasts. Penny reached down and picked up her panties, lifted her ass from the seat, and wiped the panties really good over her pussy, then leaned over and placed the panties on her mother's head. "Oh, God!" moaned Holly out loud, then she thought to herself, 'what a sight I must be.' Penny reached over again and started honking the horn. People on the sidewalk and in their cars looked over at Holly as she drove by. A woman wearing something on her head with a little girl in the back seat who was reaching around the woman doing something. Holly was mortified at being shown in public like this, a respected school teacher. Her adrenaline pumped as she thought about the people who see her and know her. As they drove past the mall, Penny yelled out, "Look, there's the 'Pussy Lips'!" The Pussy Lips was the ultimate sex toy store in Cherish Valley. It had every conceivable sex toy and device on the market. The store marketed the latest trends in sexual fashions and toys. The Pussy Lips came under the mayor's office. The Mayor of Cherish Valley, Mrs. Jean Moore, made daily visits to the store. Store clerks during the day were stay-at-home moms, as the kids were in school, and after school, the moms were replaced by high school and middle school girls. "I always wanted to go to the Pussy Lips, my mom never takes me," exclaimed Carol, "Let's go in, can we?" "Yeah, let's go, mom, turn into the mall and let's go to the store," urged Penny. "Girls," moaned Holly, her orgasm was slowly building as she fingered herself, "That store is too mature... um, for you girls... and um, besides I heard that there is an age limit to get in." It was all she could think of to discourage the girls from wanting to go to the store. Penny looked at her mom and then her mother's crotch and said, "Mom, don't you come yet, not until I tell you so," she said, pointing her finger at her mom. "The age limit is five years old and above, Miss Anderson, I think Penny and I qualify in the age limit," Carol replied sarcastically. Holly found herself turning into the parking lot and heading for the store. She found a parking space close to the front door. As she stopped the car, she reached up to take Penny's panties from her head. "No, mother, leave my panties on," ordered her daughter. "But Penny, I can't be seen wearing panties on my head at the mall, what would people think, what if somebody I know sees me?" whined Holly. Penny pressed the shock button on the leash again, and her mother "Yelped," "Mother, you're not listening to me, I said my panties stay on your head." Holly shrugged her shoulders as Carol jumped out of the back seat, and Penny got out her side. Holly pulled down her halter top and pulled down her skirt. Penny leaned back in the car, "Take your panties off, mom." Holly pulled her panties down her legs and off her feet.She got out of the car and headed quickly for the front door of the Pussy Lips. Several women were standing talking as they saw Holly walking to the store with what looked like pre-teen panties on her head. Holly noticed that they were whispering to each other behind their hands and pointing at her. She wanted to crawl away, to leave this embarrassing situation. She almost reached the front door when Penny and Carol stopped her. "Mom, come over here and look at the display window," Penny said as she waved her mother over. "Penny, we must really get inside, this is embarrassing me, please," she whined. Penny held up the leash with the shock button and waved it at her mother. Holly slowly walked over to her and Carol. The Pussy Lips employed girls and women as 'live' models in their front display window. The models would move an arm or leg every couple of minutes, slightly changing their position. Today's display was denim wear with two girls and three women in the window. Each girl and woman had a different denim outfit on. The first woman was wearing a denim vest with a short denim skirt. The vest had one button on it that fastened it just below the breasts. The effect was it enhanced the woman's bust. She was wearing 'Mary Jane' denim shoes and had her hair in a ponytail. The second woman was wearing a denim t-shirt that had "Girlie" in pink across the front with her short denim skirt and six-inch denim heels. The woman's hair was in pigtails, and she was sucking on a lollipop through very red lips. The third woman had a denim belt that was about ten inches wide and buckled in front. The display sign said the belt could be worn as a skirt with or without thong panties. She was wearing a denim t-shirt that was emblazoned across the front with the word "Pervert." Of the two little girls, one was wearing what was described as a 'denim dominatrix outfit'. The little girl, who looked to be seven or eight years old, had knee-high denim boots that were described on the display as "Yes Mistress" boots, she had a riding crop in one hand and a pink ten-inch dildo in the other. She was wearing black fishnet stockings that went under her denim skirt. The ensemble was finished off with a denim t-shirt that had "Mistress" in pink emblazoned across the front. The second little girl had on the denim school wear outfit. She was wearing sandals with denim Capri jeans and a white blouse that had lace around the collar and sleeves. Her hair was in a ponytail tied with a pink ribbon. She had a matching denim book backpack in one hand and a vibrating vagina egg in the other. "This is so cool," exclaimed Carol, "I want to be a model someday," she giggled. "Yeah, right?" replied Penny. Holly gulped at the scene in the window. She hoped that Penny and Carol didn't get any nasty ideas. "Okay, we can go inside now," smiled Penny as she pushed her mother towards the door. As they walked into the store, Holly quickly looked around. Just inside the door, a woman was standing with her arms behind her back, her wrists securely fastened with a pair of handcuffs. Two young girls, both with school backpacks on, stood behind the woman as they examined the handcuffs. "Are the cuffs too tight, Mommy?" asked one of the girls. "No, dear, the cuffs are a snug fit," the mother replied, looking over her shoulder at the two girls. "That's good, now let's go find a spreader bar for your ankles," the girl said. The sales clerk on duty walked over to Penny, Carol, and Holly, "Hi, I'm Mandy, can I help you find something? Oh, hi, Miss Anderson..." smiled the girl. Mandy was in seventh grade. She was in Holly's math class last year. Mandy was thirteen years old, had blonde hair that came halfway down her back and blue eyes. Holly always thought that Mandy looked cute no matter what she wore. "Um, hi Mandy," smiled Holly, "I didn't know you worked here," she wanted to slink away as the former student recognized her. "Oh, I just work here part-time after school. So who are these two lovely girls?" asked Mandy, looking at Penny and Carol. "This is my daughter Penny and her friend Carol," replied Holly. "Nice to meet you girls. Nice panties on your head, Miss Anderson," smiled Mandy, "Is there anything I can help you with?" "No," replied Penny, "but I did like the display in front," giggled the eleven-year-old. "Oh yes, the new denim fashion line, the label is called 'Sir Denim,' that's the creator standing over there," Mandy pointed, "he is looking to open his business here in Cherish Valley." The three of them looked over at a young man, probably in his twenties, standing in the center of the store. Sir Denim had his cock out of his pants, sticking through his zipper really, slowly stroking it and talking to little girls who were reaching out and touching his cock and giggling each time it jerked up and down. Penny and Carol walked over to the guy and heard one of the girls say, "You talk funny, you have an accent." "Well, you talk funny too, you have an accent," smiled Sir Denim as he slowly stroked his ten-inch cock, which was dripping with pre-cum. "Are you royalty?" asked Penny. "What? What do you mean?" asked Sir Denim. "Well, your name is Sir. Isn't that like a royalty or something?" Penny said, looking at his cock. "No, not royalty, that is my first name," smiled the young man. Both little girls giggled again as Sir's cock quivered with another touch. A woman walked over to the two girls, "Come, girls, leave the nice man alone." Holly noticed that the woman was wearing panties, stockings, high heels, and her business blazer. She was holding her skirt in her arm. "I want to stroke his thingie," the girl pouted. "Well, you can't, we have to go," the mother said, looking at her daughters. "Why don't you stroke his thingie, Mother, stroke it just like you do Daddy's?" urged the other girl. "I don't think so, come along," urged the mother. The girl turned to Sir Denim, "My mommy likes to stroke my Daddy's penis when he is watching TV." "Come on, girls, I have to start dinner before your father gets home," smiled the mother. One of the girls reached around and slapped her mother's ass, [smack], "I said stroke it, Mommy," the girl said to her mother. The mother quickly reached out with her left hand and grabbed Sir Denim's cock, moving her hand up and down the length of the shaft. Sir Denim stood there with his hands on his hips as the woman stared at the ceiling with a bored look, stroking his cock. Holly and Mandy were looking at the woman stroking Sir Denim's cock. "That's Mrs. Blanzy, she is the manager of the 'Pussy Juice' Kiosk stand over by the food court, her young daughters like to bring her here," smiled Mandy as she looked Holly up and down, appreciating Holly's figure, though Holly didn't notice the once-over from the thirteen-year-old. The Pussy Juice was a juice bar kiosk that specialized in preparing juice drinks with the cum of pre-teen girls. Drinks like 'CranCum,' 'OrangeCum,' 'CarrotCum.' The boys loved it, and the young girls like giving their collected cum to Mrs. Blanzy. Penny and Carol moved to the displays of strap-on dildos along the wall. Several women were pondering the merchandise, wondering what kind of strap-on to purchase. There were long ones, thin ones, thick ones. The women were discussing the merits of each type of strap-on, like how thin strap-ons went deeper into the vagina than thick strap-ons, which opened the vagina wide. Several five and six-year-old girls were running up and down the aisle, waving strap-on dildos as swords at each other and giggling. "Hey, Mom, come over here," yelled Penny as she picked up two different strap-ons. Holly walked past Sir Denim and the woman who was stroking him. Sir Denim had a smile on his face as the girls urged their mother to stroke harder because they wanted to see the 'white stuff' shoot out just like Daddy's. Penny walked over to Holly holding two strap-ons, a pink smooth one and a flesh-colored ribbed one, "Which one do you think?" Penny said, waving the two strap-ons at her. Holly looked at the two strap-ons with Velcro straps that her daughter was waving at her, "I don't know, Penny, this is all moving too fast for me. I don't even know how to attach one of these." The three women standing behind Penny laughed at hearing Holly. Holly turned several shades of red. "You don't attach these to yourself, Mom, you attach these to the girl who is gonna fuck you," laughed Penny as she pointed at the sign on the displays of strap-ons. Holly was about to say something to Penny about cursing, but thought better of it as Penny gave her mother a look of irritation. "Here, Miss Anderson, I will show you how to attach a strap-on to a girl," said one of the women. Holly looked at the woman who had spoken to her. It was Mrs. Janine Herald, the high school guidance counselor. Both women knew each other from the school conferences. "Oh, hi, Janine," smiled Holly as she looked at the floor and shuffled her feet in embarrassment. "Nice panties on your head, Holly, you new to all this?" smiled the guidance counselor. "Yes, she is," chipped in Carol, who was holding a long black ribbed strap-on and a light green strap-on. The high school guidance counselor looked at Penny, "So what is your name, honey?" "Penny." "How old are you, Penny?" asked Janine. "I am eleven years old," Penny said proudly. "Good for you," smiled the counselor, "Now, Holly, first you kneel in front of the girl," Janine said as she took the flesh-colored strap-on from Penny, "Then you pull down the girl's panties...oh, looks like your daughter here isn't wearing any...oh, silly me...there on your head," she laughed, and the other women giggled. Holly smiled weakly as she turned red in embarrassment. She reached up and pulled off the panties and kind of tossed them to the side.You take this strap and pull it between her legs and take these two straps and pull them around her waist... The high school counselor turned Penny partly around, making sure she lifted Penny's skirt up and out of the way of the straps. "...Oh my, what a lovely rear end... may I?" asked Mrs. Herald. Penny looked over her shoulder and said, "Um, sure" with a puzzled look. Mrs. Herald leaned forward and licked both of Penny's ass cheeks, "Yum, simply smooth and tasty." "That tickles," giggled Penny. "...Then you attach the strap between her legs to the waist straps... like this." When the straps were attached, Penny now had a strap-on dildo waving in front of her. "Oh, wow, that feels really good on my pussy," giggled Penny as she stroked the plastic cock. Again, Holly opened her mouth to say something about Penny using a naughty word but stopped when she saw the delight in her daughter's face as she looked at the waving strap-on. "...It should, Penny, the strap-on has a little tickler where your clit is... makes you feel all good inside, doesn't it?" asked Janine. "Oh, yes, it is wonderful." Just then, the group of women heard a loud groan and looked over at Sir Denim, who was shooting his 'white stuff' all over the front of Mrs. Blanzy. His stuff came out in gobs that landed on her business blazer and her thighs. Mrs. Blanzy's two daughters started clapping and laughing as Sir's cum squirted onto the woman's arms and between her fingers. The woman looked like she wanted to crawl away and die somewhere as she wiped the cum from her palm and fingers on her business blazer. Janine took the strap-on off of Penny and handed it to Holly, "Now you try it." "Yeah, mom, you try it now, your first lesson," laughed Penny. Holly gulped, she didn't really want to do this in front of everybody, but she looked at the shock leash in her daughter's hand and kneeled down in front of her daughter. Penny looked down on her mother, "Come on, Mother, just like what Mrs. Herald did," urged Penny with excitement in her voice. Holly took the strap-on and pulled the strap between Penny's legs and turned her slightly and lifted Penny's skirt. She reached around to pull the other two straps around her daughter's waist. "Mom, just like what Mrs. Herald did!" demanded Penny as she looked over her shoulder at her mother. Holly looked up at her daughter, not understanding what she wanted. "Lick my cheeks, but instead of licking, I want you to kiss each cheek," smiled Penny. The women standing behind Holly all laughed. "Nice one, Penny," smiled Mrs. Herald as she stood there with her arms crossed, looking down on Holly. Holly burned with shame as she leaned forward and planted a kiss on each of her daughter's cheeks. "Very good, mom, you may continue." Holly thought Penny was enjoying this far too much. Holly had all three straps securely fastened on her daughter. "Would you like to try out the strap-on?" asked Mandy as she walked up to the group. "Oh, can I?" squealed Penny. Holly looked up at the seventh-grade store clerk, not understanding. "Our story policy is that girls can try out the merchandise before they purchase it. Penny can try out the strap-on on you, Miss Anderson, see if she likes it," smiled the girl. Sir Denim walked over to the women, his cock still hanging out of his pants. He was interested in the proceedings; he enjoyed watching girls and women having sex, that was one of the reasons for moving his Denim fashion line to Cherish Valley. "Oh, God, no, not here," pleaded Holly. "Shut up, Miss Anderson," said Carol as she stood beside Mrs. Herald. The ten-year-old had two strap-ons in her hands, and she pointed both of them menacingly at Holly. Holly looked at Carol, who had a mean look on her face, but Janine Herald had her arm around Carol's shoulder, smiling. "Penny, we have a store demonstration area right over here," pointed out Mandy. The area had several cushions set up so that a woman could get on her hands and knees, but along with the cushions, there were metal handles with handcuffs attached and the same for the ankles. As Penny walked over, she asked Mandy, "What are the handcuffs for?" "Some girls like to secure their mothers during the demonstrations, it gives a feeling of empowerment," explained Mandy. Holly still hadn't moved from the strap-on aisle when Penny called her over. Holly still didn't move, so Penny waved the leash at her. Her mother gulped, stood up, and walked over to the demonstration area. Her pussy was very wet now, wet at the thought of her daughter fucking her, an eleven-year-old girl, fucking her. As she walked over to her daughter, she felt humiliation and a perverse thrill at being fucked by her daughter. Deep down inside her, she really wanted this, but outwardly, she wasn't so sure. The crowd of women and girls followed, with Sir Denim tagging along. Several of the women licked their lips at the sight of the cock hanging out and gently swinging back and forth as he walked along with them. "Okay, mother, on your hands and knees, I am anxious to try out this strap-on," urged Penny. "Please, Penny, I will do whatever you want, but not here, not in front of everybody," pleaded her mother. "Shut up, mother," replied Penny as she pushed her down to the cushions. Before Holly could get up, Mandy had quickly fastened the handcuffs to her wrists and then moved to secure Holly's ankles. "Okay, all set, Penny, she's all yours," smiled Mandy as she stood back, looking at the sixth-grade teacher on her hands and knees, her crotch exposed to her eleven-year-old daughter. "Shouldn't she be naked or something?" asked Penny. "No, just flip her skirt up and aim the tip of the dildo at her pussy and push it in," urged the seventh-grader. "Wait a minute," said Carol as she squatted down next to Holly and pulled her halter top up over her breasts, "That's better," the youngster smiled. The group of women and girls standing there, looking at Holly on her hands and knees with her pussy exposed, laughed when they saw Holly's 34B breasts. "Oh my God, look at those titties, they're so small, and the nipples are sticking straight out," laughed a girl. The women were laughing and making rude comments about Holly's breasts. Tears formed in Holly's eyes as she tried to hide her shame. Her breasts had always been small, and she was teased mercilessly in school when she was growing up. Now it was happening again. "Miss Anderson with the little girl titties!" laughed Carol. Janine Herald walked over to Penny and said, "Some mothers call this area 'the rape cushions.'" "Why is that?" asked the lady who had stroked off Sir Denim's cock and was trying to wipe the cum from her blazer with a napkin. "Not too many mothers or even adult women, for that matter, like to be fucked by a young girl with a crowd watching," smiled Janine. "Oh," said the lady. "...so the only way a girl can properly try out a toy here is to rape their mother," continued Mrs. Herald. "Basically, Penny, a rape demonstration is meant to be quick and dirty," added the seventh-grader, Mandy. "Okay," smiled Penny, "I get to rape my mom in front of everybody." "That's the idea," said Mrs. Herald. "Penny, please don't, I beg you, not here," whined her mother. Penny didn't listen to her mother as she flipped her skirt up and looked at her mother's pussy for the first time. "You're beautiful, mother, your pussy is all soaked," breathed Penny, "I think you like this, mom, otherwise, you wouldn't be so wet." Penny was nervous, very nervous about fucking her mother for the first time, and everybody watching. She didn't want to mess up or do something stupid. "Penny, first lesson," said the high school guidance counselor as she stood beside the eleven-year-old, "It is not your mother's pussy, it is your pussy..." "Shut up, Janine, don't give her any ideas," Holly said angrily. "You shut up, mother, what do you mean, Mrs. Herald?" "The first time you fuck your mother, her body, her orifices, meaning her mouth, pussy, titties, and asshole are yours, you own them..." explained Mrs. Herald. "Please, Janine, don't give my daughter any ideas, I beg you," pleaded Holly as she struggled against the handcuffs and ankle cuffs. Penny was smiling at Janine, taking in all the possibilities when Mandy pressed a button on the column next to the cushions. A buzzer sounded in the store and outside in the mall. Slowly, a white cover began to raise up the wall, revealing a glass window that looked out into the mall. To Holly's horror, there were boys and girls, men and women, some walking fast, others running to the window. It dawned on Holly and then Penny that everybody in the mall would watch Penny as she fucked her mother for the first time. Holly was speechless; she saw a couple of women she knew, not to mention some of the boys and girls. "...The other reason some women call this the rape cushions is because a rape is meant to show domination of the woman, control of the woman, raping your mother against her will in front of a crowd..." the high school counselor waved her hand at the growing crowd of people on the other side of the window, "...shows that you have domination over your mother..." Mandy, who was smiling at Holly's discomfort, said, "Here at the Pussy Lips, a rape is meant as a spectator sport, people just love to watch it..." Holly looked up at the seventh-grader with shame and tears on her face. "When we put the cushions in several months ago, the Board of Elders allowed us to showcase our products by having a rape demonstration area set up." "Penny, please let's go home, you can do anything you want there," cried Holly as she realized that her fantasy of being fucked by her daughter was coming true, but she wanted it to be a private, special situation, not a very public one. Holly noticed some of the girls laughing and pointing at her; she knew it was her breasts they were pointing at.One of the young girls standing by the cushions turned to Carol. "She isn't very smart, is she?" "She is a teacher, what do you expect?" smiled Carol. "Go on, Penny, fuck your mother... be a motherfucker in front of the crowd," she laughed. Sir Denim, in the meantime, had stepped back from the cushions and had two women on their knees licking and kissing his cock. One of the daughters of one of the women on her knees had her hands on the back of the heads of both women, gently pushing their heads onto Sir Denim's cock. The girl was giggling as she did this. "Okay, Penny, grab your mother's hips and point the tip of the strap-on at her pussy opening... that's it," smiled Mrs. Herald. "When you are ready, push the strap-on right into her cunt," she said as she stepped back. Penny took a deep breath, looked at the crowd of people on the other side of the window, grabbed her mother's hips, pointed the strap-on, and pushed forward. Holly screamed as the plastic cock rammed up her pussy. It had been a very long time since anything this big had been inside her. "I did it!" yelled Penny as she let go of her mother's hips and raised her hands above her head. Everybody in the store could hear the crowd of people clapping and cheering Penny as she pushed the strap-on into her mother. Holly screamed again as her daughter pushed the strap-on deeper. "Please, Penny, it hurts. Please don't," her mother pleaded. The pre-teen girls, teens, and a handful of mothers were starting to rub their crotches, pulling their panties down or dropping their jeans to their ankles and rubbing their crotches through their underwear. What looked like two mothers who had pulled their panties down under their skirts and started to pleasure themselves had their daughters slap their hands away, both girls giving their mothers dirty looks. The boys and men pulled their cocks from their pants as they watched the pre-teen girl fuck the woman on the cushions. A lot of people came to the mall and just hung around waiting for the buzzer to sound at the Pussy Lips. Some days it rang several times, and sometimes it didn't ring for several days. A lot of times, the crowd didn't know what the relationship was between the woman on her hands and knees and the young girl who was fucking her, but it didn't matter because it was all entertainment that was authorized by the Board of Elders. "Shut up, mother, this is fun," laughed Penny as she pulled the strap-on out and pushed forward again. Then she slapped her mother's left cheek and pulled the strap-on out again and then pushed in again. The crowd of people went wild as Penny slapped her mother's ass cheeks. The women and girls rubbed hard, and the men and boys stroked harder. Holly screamed again. The crowd of people cheered as Holly screamed. Even though she was wet with anticipation, her vagina still wasn't fully lubricated, and having the piece of plastic stuff her cunt hurt her. The little girl came over to Penny and said, "Your mother sure screams a lot. My mother doesn't scream anymore." "It's her first time," Penny said as she pushed the strap-on in again and slapped her mother's right ass cheek. Holly screamed at the sharp sting on her ass cheek. The men and women and boys and girls were furiously masturbating themselves at the sight before them. "A mother has to know her place. She has to learn to be quiet," replied the little girl as she put her index finger to the corner of her mouth, her right hand starting to rub her crotch. "Find something to shut her up, then," Penny said between her heavy breathing and the tingling feeling between her legs. Her little clit was tingling as the strap-on felt cover gently rubbed her. The little girl bounded off as Penny pulled out the strap-on to the tip and pushed it in again. She was laughing the whole time. Penny leaned forward and put both hands on her mother's back and pushed the strap-on deeper. "This is so cool. I'm fucking my mom for the first time." Mandy walked up with a five-foot mirror and placed it in front of Holly. "Look, Miss Anderson, look at your daughter as she fucks your cunt." Holly looked up to the mirror and saw Penny with a big smile as she rammed the strap-on in and out of her mother. Penny looked at the mirror and saw tears in her mother's eyes. Her mother was now crying as her daughter took liberties with her pussy. Holly secretly loved what her daughter was doing to her cunt, but it hurt. She knew she had to teach her daughter to properly fuck her in the future so it wouldn't hurt her so much. Mandy looked at Penny. "So, how does it feel?" "My mom feels great," groaned Penny. "No, silly, I don't care how your mom feels. How does the strap-on feel?" laughed Mandy. "Oh, damn, it feels wonderful, the power of it," squealed Penny as blood rushed to her clit, extending it beyond the hood. The little girl bounded up to the front of Holly. She had a protrusion poking out from her one-piece dress, which came below her knees. Mandy walked away with the mirror. She was pleased with today's customers and the crowd outside the store. She knew the Mayor would be pleased as well. The women were buying things, and she had a small orgy in the store. The girl lifted her dress over Holly's head and let it fall down to her neck. Then she scooted up closer to Holly's head, placed her hands on Holly's head, and with a look of concentration, moved her hips around like she was trying to poke something. "Now, open up, nasty lady," urged the girl as she wiggled her hips. Then she slightly moved her waist back and forth, like she was poking something. "That's it, open up for little Blair. Come on, nasty lady..." Holly was trying not to open her mouth. She could see the little six-inch plastic penis the girl had on and knew what the girl was trying to do. Holly was still crying and sobbing from the fucking her daughter was giving her, trying to keep her mouth closed. Suddenly, she felt her earlobes pinched hard, and she opened her mouth to scream when the little plastic penis invaded her mouth. "There, there, works every time, just like with my mommy," smiled Blair as she patted Holly on the head. She gently moved her hips back and forth, being careful not to pull the plastic penis out too far. "What's your name?" asked Blair as she looked at Penny. "Penny," she replied, impressed with how the youngster had handled her mother. "My name is Blair, and I am six years old. You can fuck your mommy hard now. She won't scream anymore," the six-year-old leaned forward, putting her stomach on top of Holly's head and wrapping her arms around Holly's neck. "Will you, nasty lady?" Holly felt the six-year-old on top of her head, the plastic penis firmly embedded in her mouth. She had to breathe through her nose and couldn't scream anymore. Carol had moved away from the cushions when Mrs. Herald, the high school counselor, had waved her over. "Hi, I'm Mrs. Herald, Janine Herald. What's your name?" she asked. "Carol." "How old are you, Carol?" smiled Mrs. Herald. "I'm ten years old," she replied, wondering what this was all about. The high school guidance counselor kneeled in front of Carol. "You're cute. Would you like to hang out sometime?" "Um, sure, you mean like friends or something?" "More like 'something,'" smiled the woman, looking directly at Carol. "Are you trying to flirt with me, Mrs. Herald?" smiled Carol as she reached out and stroked the woman's face. "Um, yes, you see, I have two teenage boys at home, and I don't get to meet very many girls your age," Mrs. Herald looked down at the floor. "Well, I don't know. I mean, I have Miss Anderson over there." Carol and Mrs. Herald looked over at Holly. The six-year-old was slowly humping Holly's face under the dress, and Penny was slapping her mother's ass each time she pushed the strap-on into her pussy, laughing and giggling as her mother pushed back against the strap-on. Everybody could hear the crowd on the other side of the window cheering Penny on while rubbing and stroking themselves. "Please, Carol? I mean, I am into most anything you want to do," smiled Mrs. Herald as she leaned forward on her knees and licked Carol's left thigh. Then Penny stopped pumping the strap-on and started moaning softly as she leaned her body over her mother's back and started grinding her clit against the soft felt cover of the strap-on. Holly, for her part, was wiggling her waist and ass against the strap-on, trying to work it in deeper. It felt so good. Carol returned her gaze to the woman kneeling before her and stroked her hair. "Bloody 'ell," groaned Sir Denim as he pulled his cock from the woman's mouth. They heard a groan from him as his cock squirted into the woman's open mouth. "Very good, mommy. Take it all," urged the woman's daughter. Carol and Mrs. Herald watched as the woman's mouth filled with the 'white stuff' pumping from the cock. As he finished, he pulled his cock from the woman's lips and put his cock on the head of the other woman who was still kneeling in front of him. He grabbed a handful of the woman's hair and wiped his cock in it, leaving a white, sticky mess in the woman's hair. The little girl giggled and mentioned she had never seen that before. "Don't you swallow yet, mommy," ordered the girl as she gently pushed her mother's head next to the other woman. "Kiss and swap the white stuff, just like you and my teacher do," smiled the youngster. The woman with the sticky hair opened her mouth wide as the girl's mother planted a kiss and then pushed the cum into the woman's mouth with her tongue. Little Blair had stopped her humping of Holly's face as she watched the teacher grind her cunt onto the strap-on. Both mother and daughter were on the verge of cumming. "Come for Penny," cooed the six-year-old in Holly's ear. "Cum for your daughter." "Oh, oh," came little squeaks and moans from Penny as she felt her first orgasm.She reached her arms under her mother and started pinching and grabbing her breasts. "Mmmmm gggrrrffff," moaned Holly through the small plastic penis in her mouth. She ground her hips back onto Penny and worked her crotch muscles as she felt her orgasm. "Oh, God," thought Holly, "here I am in a store with my daughter fucking my cunt and a little girl humping my face, this is too intense for me," as tears formed in her eyes and the orgasm overtook her. "Good Lady," smiled Little Blair as she patted Holly's head, "My mommy is just like your mommy when she cums," she said to Penny. Penny just nodded her head, she was slowly coming down from her orgasm. Mandy had walked back to the store counter and looked down at it. Her mother was naked and was laying underneath the glass top. There wasn't much room under the glass, so her arms were straight at her side. The woman had a ball gag on. "Hi Millie," smiled the woman, looking down at her friend under the glass countertop. Millie tried to smile through the ball gag but couldn't, so she moved her eyes back and forth in recognition of the woman standing over her. The two girls with the woman put their hands through two holes in the front of the counter. Both were kneading the woman's breasts and giggling. By now, Little Blair had bounded away from Holly and was putting the little plastic penis back on the shelf. Penny had stood up, the strap-on waving back and forth in front of her. "Oh... my... God... that was awesome, mom," Penny smiled, "My first orgasm," as she pulled the strap-on out of her mother's sopping cunt. Penny slapped her mother's ass cheeks again as she stood up. The crowd of people watching from the mall started clapping and whistling as Penny stood up, put her right foot on her mother's rear end, and waved to the crowd with the strap-on waving back and forth between her legs. Mrs. Herald had stood up and walked over to Holly to unfasten the handcuffs and ankle cuffs, but she was still staring at Carol. "What do you think, mother? Should we buy this strap-on?" laughed Penny as she allowed her mother to stand up and stretch her legs. "Oh, yes, oh fuck yes," moaned Holly as she rubbed her wrists and ankles. "Mom, no cursing, you're always telling me not to curse," admonished Penny. "Sorry, honey, but it felt so good," Holly blushed as she stood up. Little Blair walked up to Holly and introduced herself, "Hi, nasty lady, my name is Blair, what is your name?" she asked, holding out her right hand. Holly looked at the girl and shook her hand, "Hi Blair, I'm Miss Anderson." "You shouldn't scream so much, Miss Anderson, it's bad for a grown woman to scream when her daughter is fucking her, it can scare the other women," smiled Blair as she pointed at the group of women on the other side of the store window. The six-year-old girl giggled and walked away. Holly just stood there looking at the girl as she walked away, her pussy still tingling. Penny had gone back to the strap-on display, but she hadn't taken her strap-on off yet. The high school guidance counselor was kneeling in front of Carol again, this time licking both of Carol's thighs. Carol stood there giggling, she was holding a business card in her hand. "Call me, Carol, please, anytime," said the counselor between licks. Mandy was ringing up the merchandise of the woman and the two girls at the counter. She held up two pink t-shirts. One said 'Women Suck' and the other said 'Girlie Lover,' "These are popular t-shirts," Mandy smiled. Then she picked up two pairs of denim dominatrix boots and scanned the price, a riding crop, a posture collar, and a face dildo used for face-fucking another woman, the kind that fits in the mouth and has straps that fit around the head. "You know, there is a minimum age limit on these face dildo's? You can't use these on girls under sixteen?" asked Mandy as she took out her clipboard. The woman replied, "Yes, I know, but this is for use on my teenage daughter." Mandy handed the clipboard to the woman, "Please fill out the information about your daughter losing her virginity. Also, I have to ask, who took your daughter's virginity?" smiled Mandy as she scanned the price. "I did," volunteered the girl standing next to the woman. She had her hands under the other end of the glass countertop and was poking her finger into Millie's pussy. "This is my daughter Sally, she is eight years old," blushed the woman. "That's cool, a little sister taking the big sister's virginity?" asked Mandy. "Yep, at Jane's sixteenth birthday party last month. I fucked my sister's cunt with all her friends watching, she was on her back with her legs over her head. Mommy would have done it, but she was being a bad girl that day," smiled the youngster as she poked three fingers into Millie's pussy, who was squirming under the countertop. "Yeah, we had to put her in the dog cage during the party, daddy said so," offered the other girl. The woman blushed as her daughter said that. Her pussy tingled as she remembered that Jane and her friends stood around the dog cage, pulled down their panties, lifted their skirts, and peed on her, laughing and giggling as they did so. She was crying as the teen girls did this, not because she was being peed on but because she had worn her favorite expensive dress, had her hair permed, and had her most expensive makeup on for her daughter's birthday party. Her sixteen-year-old daughter had demanded that her mother dress like a whore for the birthday party. The dress was ruined, her hair was soaked with pee, and the girls continued to laugh at her throughout the party. Holly had joined Penny at the display. "You're the best mom for letting me fuck you the first time with a strap-on." "Well, don't think it will happen all the time," blushed Holly as she let the reference to 'fucking' go. Penny turned to her mother and put her hands on her hips, the strap-on waving in front of her, "I'll take your pussy whenever I want, mother, because it belongs to me now, just like what that woman said over there." Both Penny and Holly turned to see the guidance counselor still on her knees, her head bowed down, and Carol rubbing her bald young pussy up and down the top of the woman's head. "I want this strap-on, mother, so buy it for me," demanded Penny. Holly gulped and was about to say something to her daughter when Sir Denim walked up. "Then you may want this also," said Sir Denim as he walked up to Holly and Penny. He was holding a denim skirt, his cock had deflated somewhat, but was still six inches long hanging from his denim pants. "Don't you ever tuck your thing back in?" asked Holly in disgust. "Not where I come from," replied Sir Denim. "You talk funny," said Penny. "You talk funny too," replied Sir Denim. "Where are you from if you don't have to tuck yourself back in?" asked Holly. "I come from a little island known as the United Kingdom, ever heard of it?" smiled Sir Denim. Both Penny and Holly looked at each other and shook their heads "no." "Doesn't surprise me," smiled Sir Denim. "We only know about Cherish Valley, we don't bother about anything else," said Holly. "Oh, well, then, this skirt here has a built-in sleeve for the strap-on you're wearing, Penny, is it?" asked Sir Denim as he turned the little skirt inside out, showing the hidden sleeve. "Yes," replied Penny, she was interested in the denim skirt. "Here, try it on," urged Sir Denim, "just slip your skirt off and slip this one on." "Penny, don't...." said Holly. "Shut up, mother, I am going to try this on," Penny gave her mother a dirty look. Penny quickly pulled her short skirt down over the strap-on and stepped out of it. Sir Denim handed her the denim skirt and stepped back. As Penny slipped on the denim skirt, she gently tucked the strap-on into the inside sleeve and pulled the skirt up. The strap-on was hidden, and there was no bulge. "What do you think?" asked Sir Denim. "Wow, this is neat, the material tingles against my skin, and it is so soft. Plus, you can't tell that I am wearing a strap-on," smiled Penny as she did a twirl with her arms out. Holly was impressed as well, no bulge showing, the skirt was flat against her waist. Not bad. "I want it, mother, buy it for me," smiled Penny. Holly shrugged her shoulders and nodded her head, "Let's go check out." "Thanks, Sir!" waved Penny. "You're welcome, Penny," replied Sir Denim as he gave a slight bow at the waist. "Come on, Carol, let's go," yelled Penny. Carol had the high school counselor standing in front of her, she had her hands under the woman's t-shirt, squeezing the woman's breasts and laughing, "I have to go, Mrs. Herald, maybe I will call you... soon." Holly walked up to the counter and was taken aback, "Who is that?" she asked, looking down at the nude woman under the countertop. "That is my mom, Millie," replied Mandy. "Cool," giggled Penny as she saw the naked woman under the countertop. Holly wanted to look away from the woman under the counter, but couldn't, the woman's eyes had a look of desire. "You can play with her if you want, Penny, just stick your hands through the holes there." Penny reached through the holes and squeezed the woman's breasts. She could tell the woman wanted to squirm, but couldn't because of the confined space under the countertop. "So what did you want to purchase, Miss Anderson?" asked the seventh-grader. "Um, the strap-on that Penny is wearing under the denim skirt." "You will have to pull the strap-on out from the skirt, Miss Anderson, so I can scan it. It probably still has your girlie goo on it, so I don't want to touch it." Holly blushed as she worked her hands under Penny's skirt and pulled out the strap-on. Mandy was right, it was still damp with her cunt juice.Mandy leaned over the counter and ran the bar scanner over the dildo, then scanned the skirt. Carol by this time had her fist in Millie's pussy. Carol had a look of concentration as she worked her arm through the hole in the counter and her fist back and forth in the woman's pussy. "You like that, you nasty slut of a mother?" asked Mandy as she spat on the glass countertop right over her mother's face. "You worthless piece of cunt meat," hissed the girl, then she looked up at Holly, smiling, "Thanks for coming by, Miss Anderson. I know you will enjoy the toys." Holly gulped as Mandy smiled at her. Penny looked at Mandy and said, "You're so cool, Mandy, treating your mom that way." Holly, Penny, and Carol left the store. As Holly drove out of the mall parking lot, Penny took the strap-on from the denim skirt and was stroking it up and down. Carol had reached around Holly's seat and was back to playing with Holly's breasts. Every now and then, Penny would lean over and honk the horn, and people would look over at them. Penny would yell out, "I fucked my mom for the first time today!" and wave to them. Some waved back, some gave encouragement, but mostly the women gave her a dirty look or looked away. Holly wanted to slump down in the driver's seat as people looked at her as they drove by. As Holly drove onto the driveway, both girls jumped out and said, "We're hungry, Mom. Fix us something to eat." Carol ran to her house, which was next door, to let her mom know she was eating at Penny's house tonight. Holly was exhausted, from the demonstration that morning in her classroom, to being finger-fucked in her car with kids watching, to being fucked by her daughter for the first time. As she was preparing dinner, both girls ran upstairs. Holly could hear giggling and laughing and running back and forth. Her curiosity got the better of her, and she walked upstairs. "What the hell is going on?" Holly screamed as she saw her clothes piled and strewn in the hallway between Penny's bedroom and her master bedroom. Penny came stomping out of the master bedroom and walked up to her mother. [SLAP] Penny slapped the side of her mother's face. "No cursing, Mom. I keep telling you that! Now, I am moving into your room, which is now my room," replied Penny as she stood in front of her mother, staring her down. The slap had stung the side of Holly's face, and tears had formed in her eyes, but her pussy tingled. "Penny, darling, please, not this." Carol had resumed moving Penny's neatly folded clothes from the smaller bedroom to the master bedroom while stepping all over Holly's crumpled clothes. "Shut up, Mother. You whine too much," Penny said as she turned away. "Now, go downstairs and finish cooking." Holly stood there dumbfounded. Today was a day of firsts. Now, her eleven-year-old daughter was ordering her around. Holly slumped her shoulders and walked back down the stairs. She could hear the girls laughing. Her pussy tingled, which heightened her shame. The rice with chicken was done, and Holly called the girls downstairs. Penny and Carol came bounding into the dining room. Penny had her strap-on free from its sleeve, and it was waving back and forth in front of her as she sat down in the chair. Holly came over and was going to sit down also, but Penny said, "You stand, Mother, and watch us. You eat after we do." Penny and Carol giggled at each other as Holly stood there, her hands folded in front of her, her face red as she looked at the girls. As Penny was eating, she asked between mouthfuls of food, "Who owns your pussy, Mother?" Holly didn't respond right away. Her adrenaline was pumping, and her pussy was tingling again. "Who owns your pussy, Mother?" asked Penny again with irritation. "Um, you do," blushed Holly. "That's right, and since I own your pussy, I can fuck it anytime I want..." Penny emphasized the word 'fuck', "...even if you don't want me to. Is that right, Mom?" Penny said as she looked up from her plate. "Yes, that's right," Holly said, staring at the floor now, shuffling her feet, her stomach in knots, her pussy leaking with wetness. "It also means that you can't cum unless I tell you to, because that cum belongs to me. Is that right, Mom?" Penny asked this with more of a challenge in her voice. "Yes," Holly said softly, staring at the floor, shuffling back and forth. Carol was giggling between bites of food. "Look at me, Mother," ordered Penny. Carol still giggled at Holly's predicament. Holly looked at her young daughter, tears in her eyes, but her pussy was on fire now. Oh, how she wanted to rub herself. "I want you to say, 'My pussy and cum belong to you.' Say it, Mom," ordered Penny. Holly looked at her daughter. "My pussy and cum belong to you." God, how she wanted to masturbate herself, in front of the girls. "Good. Tomorrow is Friday, so we will start your training and my training this weekend. Mrs. Herald gave Carol some contact information for training." Holly nodded her head in agreement. She wondered what type of training Penny was talking about. She just wanted to fuck and humiliate herself in front of her daughter. Holly didn't think she needed training for that. "Now, go upstairs and pick up your clothes. My small bedroom is now your bedroom." Holly turned and walked out of the dining room. She picked up her book bag that had her lesson plans for tomorrow. She thought about a lot of things. As she slowly walked up the stairs, she increasingly couldn't quite cope with the idea of Penny as her Mistress because, well, she does live with the girl and is responsible for her. Then Holly imagined herself in the sex shop window as one of the models and then the feel of Penny's strap-on deep inside her. God, she needed that so much, her lithe pre-teen body and tiny thighs moving on her, looking in the mirror, seeing her preteen bottom thrusting into her, her mother. Holly couldn't help herself. She went to the laundry hamper in the hallway bathroom and took Penny's panties from the basket. Holly sat on the edge of her single-size bed in her new bedroom and made love to them with her lips and tongue and nose on the gusset and then in the inside of the back of her panties. Trying not to moan out loud or draw the attention of her daughter or Carol, who were downstairs laughing and giggling. She had a huge orgasm, much to her humiliation and shame, because her daughter said that she couldn't cum without her permission. Holly agreed that Penny now owns her body and her mind and can do anything with them. Holly feels a rush of adrenaline because this is best for her, she thinks. To be nothing, a physical object, anything her daughter wants. It will be hard to look her in the eye when she comes upstairs. End of Part 2: In Part 3, how will Holly get the dog collar off her neck? Will ten-year-old Carol have an affair with Mrs. Herald? Even though Holly wants to be humiliated and sexualized by her daughter Penny, will she continue to struggle with the idea? When will little Carol get to "Claim" Holly also by fucking her?	4
103,434	High Fly	Hyde had left the party with his mind whirling and twisting enough to nearly make him motion-sick, a trapped witness to his own thoughts. He found himself back at his apartment without any clear memory of what he'd said or to whom he'd said it in order to get there. Unusual, but considering the circumstances, understandable, he thought. This was an entirely new territory for him; he didn't know whether he wanted to explore it, or forcefully reject it, having foolishly bought it off the Russians for what really had seemed like too good of a price. So here was the problem: He didn't know who this guy was. If he tried to find out, he risked... well, everything. If he didn't try to find out, he risked... hmm. Basically it came down to, did he want to keep his career intact and rising? Or did he want to keep his happiness and true sexual identity, in whatever form it took, intact and rising? He groaned softly at the bad pun. His mind was such a zoo tonight. No point in even trying to sort it out now. After all - he'd had fun, right? Discovered something new that he enjoyed, that he would never have suspected he would be into before actually trying it? Never mind that it was... reasonably taboo, and something that could ruin his life as he knew it, were it to leak in the wrong way. He had no idea how much of the enjoyment could be pegged to the particular company. And quite frankly, did not want to think about that part at all, for as long as he could avoid it. Because... anyone at that party? Was definitely someone he would be better off remaining anonymous to, much as he'd inadvertently almost blown it earlier. Eh, that had been before he'd realized what the other man was after. Assuming that guy himself had realized it at that point; he'd seemed as surprised as Hyde... when Hyde had... gotten down on his knees, and obeyed the rasped-out command. It still had his mind reeling. The very thought, the memory of the action... the ghostly imprint of those full lips against his, slight taste of blood still from the tonguebiting incident that had started the really exciting portion of events (and wasn't that luck, that his clumsiness had finally paid off so?)... the memory of a broad, hard shape pressing hot against the back of his throat, forcing his lips tight over his teeth as he tried desperately to keep the edges more or less covered. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out just what had been so pleasurable about the experience, that it stuck in his head and continually flashed before his mind's eye this way. Something for later. Later, later, later, don't think about it now... don't think at all, right now. Just enjoy the feeling while it's still overwhelming you. So he flopped backward onto his bed, just one lamp on and not another soul in the apartment. Nobody to hear what might slip out of his mouth, nobody to know what he might choose to envision in his mind. His hands slipped a little hesitantly to the top button of his gray silk shirt. As much as nobody else might be knowing what he was about to get up to...... he was still... just a little... afraid to go ahead and do it. Actually go through with this... getting off for the first time to a fantasy of another man. (He was quite certain that no matter what else that other man might be in the world -- he definitely qualified as a bonafide fantasy by anyone's standards. No marking up or blurring of reality required. Whatever "it" could be said to consist of - he embodied "it." The thought brought a smile and a hint of a giggle to Hyde's lips.) Well, no matter what - he definitely needed to be getting off, as soon as possible. His balls ached, his cock was feeling heavy from the constant rush back and forth of hardness over the evening... that had been quite the blueballs episode, there, not only hearing another man fall completely apart in orgasm for the first time, and in a goddamned erotic manner, but -- actually being the cause of it? He was surprised that his cock wasn't still so stiff that it felt like it'd break if he bumped it. Returning to the public view had quite effectively reduced his erection. And after that - every time that he thought of it, remembered, he'd start to become aroused again (that velvety, low voice in a rough whisper, asking him to not stop pleasenomatterwhatohfuck-- it was enough, very nearly that alone, to bring him off in the center of the ballroom without a single touch)... and, catching himself, forcing where he was at and who he was with into the forefront of his mind, he'd become calm again. But this, several times an hour? Not contributing to a peaceable zen state for his penis. It was, in fact, practically demanding to be taken care of as soon as possible one way or another and preferably right now. He finished unbuttoning his shirt, and smoothed the edges to the side, much as he'd done to that man earlier. Remembering that... he decided that from here on, he'd pretend that his hands were those hands. The ones that had buried themselves in his hair and all too clearly struggled not to simply grasp and yank forward on his head, impaling his throat on the cock between his lips. They'd been a little rough here and there, from what he could tell; probably guitar calluses, just as on his own hands. He shrugged a bit... go figure, music industry event? Yeah. With charisma that even operated to the degree of being overwhelming in the dark, that man was definitely some kind of performer. His hands -- those hands -- ran over Hyde's torso from collarbone to the line of his hip, that indent that directed one to explore further down and toward the center of his body... staying along the edge of the hollow, teasing a little with his fingertips, and stroking upward until he'd reached the edge of his abs, enjoying each little feathery, shiver-inducing movement. This area of his body was damn sensitive. He flattened his hands over his chest for a moment, enjoying the sensation of his small, hardened nipples against the centers of his palms... brushed them with his callused thumbs as he passed his hands back down over his body to the belt buckle. Undid his damned pants. They're in the way. Zip zip zip. Shoved lightly down, just enough... he reached down and cupped his balls in his left hand, gently rolled them around in his palm... they really were rather sore from this night-of-frustration business. His third finger stretched out to stroke along his taint lightly, teasing the prickle of hairs there, sending shivers down the back of his legs. Mm, it felt good just to have any contact on this part of his body, after what he'd been through today. He reached out to the nightstand and grabbed his little bottle of lube, flipping up the cap and squeezing a double line out onto his achingly hard cock with one deft hand. Spreading it over his skin, making random patterns, squeezing and twisting - he realized abruptly that if he wanted to spend more than five seconds on this, which quite frankly he thought the occasion deserved, he had best hold back a bit on the more intoxicating, sensuously indulgent sort of motion that he'd begun to fall into out of habit... spreading and stiffening his fingers, he reached to beneath his balls, pressed down just firmly enough and brought his hand straight up to the crest of his cock in one long stroke... rubbed both hands together for a second to spread the lube between them, then began a steady, repeating pattern of that long, smooth stroke, alternating hands... ...imagining that he wasn't laying in his own bed at home, but was instead still in that dark room, standing with the larger man pressing close behind him, those long, strong hands reaching low to cruise gloriously along his skin, deeply resonant voice in his ear, breath warm on his neck - "Don't stop," Hyde muttered below his breath, to the vision he'd built in his mind. "Oh god, you're making me so hot..." and the voice in his mind said lowly, "That's what I wanted... what I planned from the moment I walked into this room and found you here waiting for me... eager, weren't you? All too willing to do anything I could possibly ask..." Hyde shuddered, and gasped, "Yes... anything you..." as his hands began to press more firmly, move a little faster, adding a twist and a flick here and there... "You loved it, didn't you? Loved getting on your knees for me, opening yourself to my cock... taking it as deep as you could, even deeper, letting me choke you with it if I had wanted..." There was something here that it momentarily occurred to him he ought to think about later, but right now it was all turning him on far too much to bother with.His fantasy partner was beginning to rumble in his ear about holding him down and making him take that cock that he apparently enjoyed feeling so much, in whichever way that its owner chose - and here Hyde was really starting to have some concern for the direction his thoughts were taking, but whether it would be as enjoyable in reality or not, it was incredibly hot to imagine hearing that voice murmur next to his ear... He could almost feel that tall, lithe body with all its heat lying along every plane of his, as his hands picked up pace faster, harder, his legs beginning to shake a little as he fought to keep them straight and angled out a little in the way that he knew from long experience would make the sensation build the most intensely... "You want me to bring handcuffs, and we'll play traffic cop and naughty citizen? I'll lock your hands together behind you around a callbox pole, facing traffic, all those people passing by in their cars as you're twisting your tongue around the head of my cock..." the imagined voice babbled on endlessly, growing more and more graphic in his mind as he grew closer to orgasm, mind filled with visions of him, nameless man in darkness with a voice that somehow opened up every sexual impulse in Hyde's thoroughly kinked brain, whose touch had brought him almost immediately erect, whose mouth... the words Hyde imagined pouring from that mouth... were about to... Hyde groaned desperately, trying to hold off just a little bit longer, his hands moving jerkily now as he began to lose control, the erotic images in his mind driving him over the edge, hearing... that voice... say his name--- "Haido... I want you to come for me, come all over my hands, fucking come for me harder than you ever have in your life, right now--" and he did, oh god he did and colors sparked behind his painfully squeezed-shut eyelids as he shuddered and gasped, coming all over his hands, his back arching as his muscles seized up in waves, pelvis rising to meet another that wasn't there, in desperate thrusts... his shoulders burrowed back trustingly into an imagined strong body, while the dark velvet voice in Hyde's mind whispered one last time into his ear, almost purring... "Gooooood, that's the kind of obedience that I like to see from my little slut..." making one last shudder travel from the base of his skull all the way down to his thighs, echoing through his cock. Little... slut...? he thought to himself spacily as he laid there feeling the slow, final waves of sensation chase through his body. What the... hell...?	4
103,500	Everything's Hotter In June	High school was just another trip for Sara, Jessica, Philip, Adriana, and June. Now that high school was over, they started college. Philip, being the only male in the group, seemed unshaken by being surrounded by all females. He loved the company of girls, and even the older women. This being said, he has had sex with three of the four girls in his group, all except for June. It's not like he hasn't tried or did everything he could to do so. June was different from the other girls - smart, kind of nerdy. She wore glasses, always wore skirts well below her knees, t-shirts usually instead of blouses, and, having recently come out, a lesbian. The rest of the group were goth. But many a man cannot resist the nerdy ones. You never do know what you will get. Heightens the pleasure, so they say. But June wouldn't have any of Philip's dirty ways. "Did you hear what happened to Philip the other night?" the other three girls chattered among themselves. "Totally rejected." "By who?" one asked. "June," another answered. "So sad," the last one replied. "Sad? Why? Philip ain't all that, you know." "I know. I fucked him." "Shit, bitch. You ain't telling me nothing new." The girls continued to talk among themselves. June walked toward the crowd, and the girls pulled her in, hugging and beginning other conversations with her. June felt happy, but began to think about the girls naked and her caressing each one of them, tonguing and suckling their nipples. She sighed in ecstasy. The girls paid attention. What June didn't know was that the other three secretly wanted to fuck her. Spending many nights thinking about it, the girls wanted to know the feel of another girl. June was the one they chose. "Did you just make a sound, June?" one asked. "Uh...no-no," June replied, trying to change the subject. "How is everybody doing in English?" She began, rambling on. "Oh, I'm...doing well." "Me too." "Three!" they all replied. Adriana took a long hard look up and down June's body. Sara imagined being eaten out by June in her bed with music blasting in the background. Jessica licked her lips and thought quite the opposite of Sara. Jessica wanted to do the eating. She felt her groin muscles tingle and her pussy begin to drip in her panties. "Well, girls, you all do remember what tonight is, right?" Adriana spoke up. June looked puzzled. She couldn't remember, until Jessica chimed in with the answer. "Costume party!" She yelled. "My house at 10 pm sharp," Adriana said, turning her head towards June. "But, I don't have a costume," she replied, feeling ashamed. "Oh, it's okay, hun. Wear all black. Anything you want," Sara said, sounding a little naughty. Philip walked over to the crowd and made his way into the conversation. "Did I hear costume party?" he asked. "Uh...yyyyeah. It's.....it's....." "It's at my house," Sara interrupted Adriana. "Yeah. 10 o'clock on the dot." "Rite on!" Philip burst. He looked at the girls and said, "See you there." The girls watched him walk away, and once out of sight, June asked, "Why did you tell him it's at your house, Sara?" Sara answered, "Don't worry. Nobody's home. My mother is out of town." "Yeah," Adriana spoke up, "Um, just a little joke we're playing." "Right," Jessica agreed. "Alright. I'll believe you," June responded. They all said goodbye for now and walked away in different directions to get ready for the night. ----------------------Later That Night------------------- June arrived at Adriana's house dressed in a long black skirt, a black band shirt she stole from her older brother, dark makeup, heels, and some goth gear she found in her brother's room a while back. They weren't her brother's, but she thought maybe it was from one of the girls he was fucking at the time. June still kept on her glasses. She never wore contacts, and the glasses seemed to go real well with the outfit. It wasn't much, but for her costume, she was someone different. Someone other than her usual self. June walked up to Adriana's door and rang the bell. No response. She knocked a few times and noticed the sounds of rock music blaring in the background. June opened the door and entered the house. Nobody was present, but the nearby hallway was lit up, leading the way it seemed to someplace. June followed, perhaps by instinct or possibly unsure of exactly what to do. She followed to the end of the hallway, but there were three doors. Each door read a certain name. To the left, it read 'Adriana.' To the right, it read 'Sara.' Dead center, straight ahead, 'Jessica.' June wasn't exactly sure of what the hell was going on, but gulped and entered the first door, on her left. Adriana's room. Although, it really wasn't her room. Hers was really the opposite room. But entered she did nonetheless. "Come in, June," a voice called from the dimly lit room, coming from the bed. It was Adriana's. Yes, her voice very distinct and can be picked quickly from a crowd of girls. "I've been waiting for you." "Did I miss something?" asked June. "Did the party end so soon? Did I scare anyone away?" She wondered. "No. Not at all. This, my dear, is the party," replied Adriana. "Now I'm definitely lost," she muttered. "Oh, I think you will find you are in the right place, and definitely at the right time." "I see." "We're gonna play a little game. It has three parts," Adriana said. "There are no rules. So, you will not have to worry about anything." "Uhh...okay," June spoke. "So let me guess, three parts, three names...so...three girls?" She stopped to ask. "Ah, very good," Adriana commented. "I think I get it." "Uh huh." "Why?" June asked. "Oh, girl, we always wanted to know what it's like. And you are the one we all chose to be our first." "Huh?" "Close your eyes. Relax, and let's make it happen." June closed her eyes, laid her body down on the soft bed, and relaxed. Adriana's hands moved slowly over June's breast, and she leaned over to share a first kiss with her. Her lips were soft to the touch, her breath like that of an angel's, and June's heart beat faster at each gentle touch. Adriana parted June's lips and pushed her tongue in with ease, wiggling her tongue and sharing a long, deep, and intense French kiss. June moaned with pleasure. Adriana obliged with a sensual kiss on the neck, moving to the ear and nibbling a bit. "Oh...God! That feels so good," June cooed. Adriana straddled June's midsection and slowly pulled off her shirt. Her breasts were small but soft, and her nipples stood out with perfection. Adriana kept all eyes on June, and June did the same. Adriana wore a pair of pink and black panties, and unstraddled June to remove them. Leaning to one side, she slipped her fingers in each side, pulling them slowly down and revealing her wet, open pussy to June. Lightly trailed with peach fuzz, which added to the flavor. "Oh, Adriana, you're turning me on." "Good. That's how I want it." June leaned over and started to kiss up and down Adriana's stomach, inching her way to the belly button before plunging her tongue deep into the pink hole of Adriana's sopping wet pussy. The taste was so good, so fresh. Having her fair share of it, she hasn't quite tasted a cunt like Adriana's before. June's tongue wiggled and dug deeper into Adriana's hot snatch, and the more she did, the more the sounds and smells of sex rose high in the air. June rose up and slowly and seductively lifted the shirt over her head, knocking the glasses off her face. Adriana grabbed them and slid them back on for her. "Keep these on, baby," she replied. "Thanks." June, having no bra on, unbuttoned the side of her long skirt and slid it off her hips and down her legs before the skirt came completely off. She slid her fingers into the sides of her panties, about ready to slip them off, when Adriana stopped to look at them. "Emily the Strange, huh?" Adriana asked. "My favorite," June replied. "Niiiiice." June slid them off and revealed her clean-shaven, light pink center, oozing with juices and ready to be licked. Adriana happily obliged, and dove down licking and sucking and pulling on June's buttocks, squeezing and pulling closer and harder. June did not hesitate to cum in Adriana's mouth. The sticky, wet, and salty flavor drove Adriana crazy. She slipped a few fingers into June's pulsing cunt and finger-fucked her to a second orgasm, and again licked up the juices. "Cum in my mouth, baby," Adriana demanded. "Ughhh, Oh God!" June came harder than ever into her mouth.Licking her lips and tasting the flavor, sticky sweet cum slid slowly down Adriana's throat. Her throbbing hole was open and begging for a round two. Adriana flipped her body around and straddled June's face in a full 69 position. They both began to lick deep into each other's slits and taste each other with delight and more pleasure. As they continued, their necks and heads slipped closer and harder as they rocked and fucked each other's faces, exploding with intense multiple orgasms. They fell back onto the bed, nearly crying from their sexual workout. "That was hot, June. Time for the next part," Adriana said, almost out of breath. ------------------Philip's Encounter-------------------- Philip walked up to the front door of Sara's house. He didn't hear any music, and there weren't any lights on, but he knocked again. The living room light came on, and the front door opened slowly. Neither Sara, Adriana, Jessica, nor June answered. There in the doorway stood Sara's mom. Standing at 5'10" and wearing a short pink nightie, Philip gave in to the hot, sexy sight of her fit, sleek frame. Her breasts nearly jumped out at Philip, and he could feel a hardness growing in his pants. "Can I help you?" Sara's mom spoke. "Uh, I'm here for the costume party," Philip muttered. "Well, you've been tricked. No party here, Philip." "Oh, well damn." "What are you supposed to be, anyway?" She asked. "Uh, haha. Uhm, a pimp," he answered. "You look like a purple pecker with a hat, Philip," she giggled. "But it's okay." "Well, uhm. I didn't know what to be," he said, embarrassed. "You're fine, hun," Sara's mom replied. "Would you like to come inside and sit down for a few?" "Sure, I guess I could do that," he answered, feeling a bit happier. "Thanks, Uhm..." "Please," she interrupted, "call me Anita." "Anita. That's a nice name, Anita," he stammered. "Why, thank you, sweetie," she replied. "May I get you a drink?" "Wow. Yes, please." "What would you like?" Anita asked. "Uhm, a Jack and Coke?" he said, wondering if she was really going to get it. Anita smiled and walked into the next room, standing at the bar. She poured the whiskey into a clear, ice-filled glass and bent over to reach into a small cabinet to collect a can of Coke. Philip noticed that Anita wasn't wearing any panties and leaned closer, as if to get closer to her now visible slit. Anita popped the top of the can and poured it into the glass, filling it almost to the top. She turned, just as Philip jumped back, trying to seem not so suspicious, and carried the glass to the room where Philip sat. She handed him the glass, and he thanked her. He tilted the glass to his lips and took a sip. Tasty. Before he could say anything else, Anita got on her knees in front of Philip, unzipped his pants, and stuck her hand inside, wiggling around and grabbing ahold of his now hard cock. "Ah, I knew it," she said. She jerked on him and licked the tip, sending Philip's head back in a sudden state of lust. Anita's lips suckled on his thick shaft, and she began sucking him off, filling her mouth with more cock than air. She gagged while deep-throating him to the balls, but never stopped. "Suck me hard, Anita," Philip said, pulling her hair and thrusting into her face. "Choke me!" Anita commanded. "Choke me and make me suck your cock harder!" Philip wrapped his hands around her throat, but not too tight, and choked off light air while pounding her face, making her suck him hard. Her hands pulled on to his buttocks, and Philip shot a thick load of sperm into Anita's mouth. He kept slamming into her, but loosened his grip and instead yanked and pulled at Anita's hair. She screamed in pleasure and bit lightly on his large erection. "Fuck my pussy to orgasm right now, bitch!" She demanded, making Philip ejaculate onto Anita's face. She licked up around her mouth and did her best to clean up, sucking her fingers and rubbing her clit. Philip kissed her mouth, tasting the salty flavor of his cum leaking down her cheeks. Two words sprang from Anita's mouth, and these words lit a fire in Philip. His eyes opened wide, and his grin grew wider. The words were, "Hurt me!" Philip pushed Anita down onto the floor, ripped off her nightie and the rest of his clothing, and slipped his dick between her legs, rubbing the juices around and thrusting hard and deep inside her. Her pussy opened and invited him inside. His sex organ pushed, and at times felt so hot that he might cum into her womb. He beat hard against her and smacked her face, driving Anita crazy and making her scratch deep into the flesh on Philip's chest. He screamed, but only for a moment. Philip lifted the right leg of Anita's and drilled his 7-inch cock into her dripping pussy. Anita moaned louder and louder as she stimulated her clit while Philip kept his rhythm in fucking her and beating into her with his thick manhood. "Fuck my ass!" she said, kissing his mouth and licking his lips. "I never done that before," he admitted. Anita smacked him across the mouth, and Philip decided it was gonna happen now. He lifted her up slightly and rubbed her pussy, getting the juices ready, and rubbed her anal hole, lubricating it. He slipped his dick inside her rectum and at first eased slow. His pace quickened, and he filled her hole, thrusting harder and rubbing her clitoris hard, making her moan loud with intense sexual pleasure. She bobbed and rocked back and forth and screamed, "Cum in my ass. Fuck it! Cum inside me." Philip released an incredible thick load into Anita's hole and kissed her hard as his last spurts shot out, filling her up. Anita smiled, and Philip lay next to her, kissing her lips and stroking her hair. "That was the most amazing sex I have ever had, Anita," he admitted. "Let's have a few drinks to toast, hun," Anita again smiled and said. "Of course." ----------------------Ready For Room two-------------------- June opened the door of the first room, walked through, reentering the hallway, and closed the door behind her. Two rooms left, and it's time to make a decision on which one is next. Looking back and forth, she rested her eyes on the next name. 'Sara.' June put her hand on her chest and collected her thoughts. With her other hand, she opened the door across from the previous room and stepped inside to a pink-lit room with a large bed, pillows, low music, and Sara. As June walked completely in and shut the door, she noticed Sara leaning back on both arms, wearing only a black band T-shirt. Her legs were leaning to one side in front of her. June inched her way closer, also wearing a black shirt. Sara moved her legs and opened them slowly. She held them a short length apart, and June kept her eyes on Sara's midsection. Sara's shaved pussy came into view, and the soft, pink folds of her netherlips clung together lightly in a haze of absolute perfection. June slid her right index and middle fingers down past her own pubic bone and slowly began to massage her clit. Her left hand reached for her hole and slid in with ease. Sara took in the sight before her and opened her legs completely, inviting June in for a taste. As June climaxed and juices dripped down from her fingers, Sara got up off the bed and took them into her mouth, tasting the flavors she has been craving. June reached down and slid her other hand between Sara's legs. Sara's clitoris stuck out, waiting to be touched, and June did so. June kneeled before Sara and opened Sara's vagina to explore the caverns of her smooth, pink hole. June's tongue began to probe and penetrate deep into her inviting slit, and Sara moaned in ecstasy, sliding her fingers through June's hair. She let her tongue lick on the outside, lubricating the outer labia and twiddling the folds with her tongue. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum!" Sara moaned, thrusting into June's face, relishing a hard sexual climax. June opened her mouth to drink and swallow all that Sara had ejaculated. "Mmmm, delish," June cooed. As June licked the remains from her lips, Sara lay on the bed, holding two dildos. One pink, the other a light blue. She held them out for June to choose which one she wanted fucking her. She chose pink, as she wanted to fuck Sara's slot with the blue one. They lay in a 69 position next to each other and slid them in at the same time. Sara licked June's juicy center and pushed the pink dildo into her hole. Her tongue, feeling super wet, tapped and tickled June's clitoris, making her jump and shake a little at each feeling. It was intense, and she returned the favor by opening her mouth up, wrapping it around Sara's pussy as she sucked hard and then returned to penetrating her with the light blue fuck stick provided. June moved forward and pulled Sara's legs down so her ass was in her face, and as she banged Sara's cunt with the blue dick stick, she slowly licked around Sara's asshole before plunging her tongue into it, sending Sara into a rave of extra pleasure. She humped June's hand as she came, but kept going without stopping as three more orgasms came over her body and sent sticky fluids leaking onto June, the dildo, and the sheets. She let June pop her tongue in and out of her ass, and June let go a rush of cum as Sara slowly licked the borders of June's puffy, sexed vagina. Both girls moaned uncontrollably as pleasures never before felt by either rushed over them, leaving them breathless. As both relaxed for a few moments, Sara said, "June, I want more. But it's now time for the last room." "Okay," June responded. They kissed each other and licked their lips. June got up, put on her shirt, and walked towards the door. -------------------What's Behind Door Number 3?June opened the bedroom door and walked through to the empty, dimly lit hallway, closing the room door behind her. She was back at the beginning. One room left. June faced the center door, now being the only one left. Without hesitating, June turned the knob and entered room 3. It was the master bedroom, much larger and cozy. A king-sized bed lay straight ahead with matching brown bedclothes and quilt. Sitting on top was Jessica, wearing sexy black panties and a matching top. She looked shy, and June walked closer, sitting next to Jess and holding her hand. "Are you okay, Jess?" June asked. "I'm sorry. Just nervous. I don't want to ruin this. I've never been with another girl," she spilled. "It's okay," June said to make her feel at ease. "I brought this. Will you use it?" Jess asked, holding up a strap-on dildo. June grabbed ahold of it and said, "Yes." "It will make me feel better. Maybe I will feel better and not use it later," Jess said. June removed her shirt and slipped on the strap-on. "I will do my best to make it very pleasurable for you, Jess," she assured. "Okay." "Turn around and bend over on your knees," she said, being gentle. Jess turned around and leaned over in a doggy position on the bed. June ran her hand down Jess' backside and pulled her panties to one side, revealing her hot, peach-fuzz slit. She slid her fingers down and slowly eased one finger, then two, inside Jess. Jess jumped at first, but then relaxed and let her continue. Jess began to drip wetness from her hole. June's fingers rubbed and lubricated around the edges. She raised up, holding Jess' hips, and slipped the strapped cock into Jess with ease. Jess moaned. Her eyes closed, trying to think of any guy's face. June rubbed Jess' hips, held her shoulders, and pumped hard into her. "UHH!" Jess cried. Her thoughts slowly changing. She knew she wanted this. June's face replaced that of any guy's face she was previously thinking of. She moaned more, and June thrust her weight harder into Jess'. The pleasure was almost unbearable, and Jess shot a stream down the thick fuck stick, as it leaked down its shaft and dribbled down June's inner thighs. Now that Jess let go of her inhibitions and hung her guard in its closet, she turned around and got on her knees. She grabbed the strapped shaft and stuck it in her mouth, suckle off her juices and licking her lips. June pulled her hair and kissed her mouth. A hot wave ran through Jess' body like a rush of both adrenaline and lust. "Lay on your back, June. I wanna eat your pussy," she said, feeling a sexual high like no other. June lay on her back, her pussy hot and wet, waiting for Jess' warm tongue to taste and fuck. Jess licked on June's clit, pushing and wiggling hard and fast. Her right hand's index and middle fingers pushed lightly into June's rear, while her left hand's index finger probed her cunt hole. June screamed in pleasure and began to cry. The tears running down her face were not from bad pain, but from intense oral and anal satisfaction. Jess continued to lick on June's clit and suck on the outer lips of her mound. "Uhh, keep going. Don't stop," she cried. Jess pulled her fingers from June's ass and cunt, and moved up to kiss June on her mouth. Their tongues flipped around and tasted each other in delight. A sound from the outside made them stop what they were doing. They got up and put their shirts on, and walked out to the hallway. Sara and Adriana met them. "What was that?" Adriana said. A knock on the door made them jump a little, and Sara called out from where she stood, "Who's there?" No response. The girls wrestled up courage and walked towards the front door. Adriana grabbed a bat from the closet as they stopped, and prepared to open it up. Sara grabbed the handle, twisted it, and popped open the door fast as Adriana stood ready to whack anyone who gave her any trouble. "What the hell!" Philip jumped back, screaming. The girls stood in the doorway, looking at him and wearing only their t-shirts that barely covered their buttocks and front. Outside, it began to rain, and the thunder roared in response to occasional lightning. "Can I come in?" Philip asked as he pulled his shirt over his head to cover from the downpour. The girls didn't say a word but moved out of the way, letting him in to dry. "So what's up?" Philip asked, annoyed. "I thought there was a party at Sara's." The girls left the room, leaving Philip sitting on the couch by himself. "Stay!" Jessica commanded. "Woof!" Philip replied. As the girls filled the hallway, they began to whisper amongst themselves. "I think I have an idea," Sara spoke. "Spill it!" Adriana replied. "June, I think it's time you knew what it feels like to have a dick inside you," Sara blurted. Having no idea what was going on, Philip continued babbling into the darkness, waiting for them to come back in. "I wore my costume. I was a pimp, but it doesn't matter. You weren't there! I can't believe I was tricked. I went to every one of your homes looking to see where you four really were. And here you all are, hiding out and again leaving me alone," he continued to babble. The girls remained still and continued to talk about their idea. "I don't know, you guys," June spoke nervously. "Relax. You'll be fine," Adriana added. "He's already practically begged you to fuck him. Giving it up to him will probably make him your bitch," Sara said. "Yeah. He's got the biggest crush on you," Jessica said, adding to Sara's comment. "Really?" June said. "He is kinda cute for a guy." "Perfect. You'll do fine. He'll fumble around and act like a kid in a candy store, but he'll make sure you are satisfied," Sara replied. "Yeah." "Second that." "Okay, here it goes," June said, summoning courage and walking slowly towards the living room. After she walked away, Jessica said, "Make sure she's satisfied? You must be crazy." "Oh, shut up. He may have taken a while to finally make me cum, but I did, nonetheless," Sara finished. Philip was still mumbling as June entered the room. It was dark, except for a dim light coming from a lamp Philip had turned on. Philip stopped talking as he saw June walk towards him with only a shirt covering her naked frame. June stood up onto the cushions where Philip sat and lowered her clit onto Philip's face. Philip opened his mouth and slowly probed her hole and clitoris with his tongue. June rubbed herself up and down on his face as he slurped her juices gushing from her orifice. The girls watched from the hallway as Philip and June began sharing each other for the first time. Adriana walked in and lowered herself in front of Philip, unzipping his pants and wrestling them down around his ankles. Her small hands encircled his hard cock, and she started licking the tip and sucking him off. Sara walked in and stood behind the couch and right in front of June. She leaned forward and pressed her lips into June's, kissing her mouth and sucking on her tongue. "Mmmm," June moaned. Outside, the thunderstorm continued, setting the mood for the perfect sex. Jessica entered the room and helped Adriana suck on Philip's hard dick. As Sara continued to kiss June, Adriana and Jess set up Philip's cock to penetrate June's wet, pink hole. Philip ate June's pussy wildly, as if he found buried treasure. As he eased up, the girls helped lower June onto Philip's lap, easing his cock in and letting June feel the pleasures of a hard cock inside her. As they helped her out, the girls left the two to their own encounter as they went to Adriana's room to play with each other. Philip felt the heat from June's drenched hole sliding up and down on him. He thrust up as best he could to help her as she bounced on his lap. She leaned down and kissed his mouth, giving him a first kiss and making him smile and tingle all over. "I want to suck your dick," she said, stopping for a second. Before Philip could say a word, she leapt from his lap and knelt between him, taking all of his cock into her mouth. She felt the textures of his penis as it slid in and out of her mouth, almost hitting her tonsils at each thrust. She kept going. She could taste a mix of pre-cum and her pussy juice leaking down her throat. "Do you like that?" June asked as she removed him from her mouth. "Yes. Keep going," he said, anxious to be inside her mouth again. "Nope," June said, teasing him, "If you want more, you have to beg." "Oh God, please oh please," Philip pleaded. "I love you, June. I have always loved and wanted you," he added. June paused. "Really?" she said, sounding a bit shocked. "Yes, I always have," he said. She popped him back inside her mouth and licked his head like a sucker, twirling and swallowing him. Philip moaned and pulled her head lightly down on him. "If you love me, cum in my mouth," she said, demanding that he make it happen. Philip lost it and shot spurts of thick white semen into her mouth. She invited it in and swallowed it all, leaving no drops behind. "Okay," June said, staring at him, "Fuck me now." Philip pushed her back onto the couch, as she smiled at him. He beat on his cock, getting it hard again for her. She stuck one finger deep inside her, pulled it out, and sucked on it. Philip moaned and plunged into her slot, filling her with his now bulging erection. "Do you love me?" she asked. "Yes," he answered. He thrust harder. "Do you want me?" She asked him. "More than anything." "Fuck me then," she said, pulling him into her as he slammed into her, pounding her pussy and shaking the couch. "Fuck me hard, Philip!" She demanded.He tore into her cunt, filling her with a load of cum. "Cum inside my pussy, baby!" she screamed. "Fill me up." Philip indulged in the sounds of her screaming and wanting his thick load buried deep inside her. Spurts of cum shot out and felt never-ending. He popped his dick out and stuck it in her mouth, shooting one more stream of jizz down her throat. She licked up the nut and swallowed the rest. Philip breathed heavily as June lay, feeling completely satisfied. She realized it was the best sex she had ever had. "Fuck me again!" she begged. Out of breath, but still holding a huge erection, Philip once again dove in, pumping her cunt as hard as he could. Her legs wrapped around his back and she pumped herself on him. The intensity was powerful, and her body quivered as he nestled deeper and deeper in her, filling her body with lust that completely took control. She yanked his head down, making him suck on her tits. He pulled out, smacked his cock on her mound, and thrust it back in. She cried out in pleasure. "Cum in me again," she cried. "Make me a baby." Philip kept thrusting harder and deeper, satisfying her hole and giving her another huge load of cum. It burst from him hard and shot deep inside her. His body shook as he squeezed out what remained. "I love you too, Philip," she said, pulling him close to hold. Their bodies lay holding each other for hours after. 8 Months Later June became pregnant and was soon to give birth to twins. She married Philip, and still enjoyed the pleasures of a female's body. The group never left each other's side, and the five continued sharing their bodies with one another. Jess and Sara hung out alone more, spending their time fulfilling each other's fantasies. They both gave up men. Adriana swings both ways and fucks the three and Philip at times. She visited Sara's house and started talking with Anita when Sara wasn't home. They began a relationship, enjoying the fulfillment of an older woman. Anita is also pregnant. Philip told June about his encounter, and she forgave him since it was before they got together.	4
103,569	BAM WHAM THANK YOU MA'AM	Her smile was so enticing that I lost control. I crossed over to her with long strides and, gathering her in my arms, kissed her, at first gently, then more passionately. Initially, she did not respond, but then, grabbing my head with both hands, pressed her lips to mine. Our tongues met. We continued to kiss for a long time. 'Oh Kiran, you are so beautiful,' I panted when the kiss broke. When I placed my hand on her bottoms to press her crotch to mine, I noticed that during our kiss, the towel had slipped to the floor, and she was not wearing anything underneath it. 'Kiran, you are so desirable,' I said, gluing my lips to her lips and half-pushed, half-led her towards the bed. 'Babu, don't,' she moaned. As we lay on the bed, I kissed her and squeezed and caressed her shapely breasts. Then, sucking her hard, pointed nipples, I ran my fingers through her soft, silky pubic hair and in between her wet cunt lips. I rubbed and caressed her hard clitoris. 'Oh Babu, please don't,' she moaned, but did not hinder me. 'Oh Kiran, I want you so badly,' I whispered, freeing my stone-hard cock from its confines, and got on top of her. 'Babu, please be gentle with me,' she moaned, as I placed my cock at the entrance of her vagina. 'Darling, don't worry. I won't hurt you,' I said, pressing my cock forward. 'AAAA,' she groaned as the swollen head of my cock slid through her small opening until her hymen stopped its progress. I applied more pressure. The hymen stretched and wrapped itself around my phallus but did not give way. 'Babu, stop. You are hurting me,' Kiran groaned with pain. There was only one thing to do. I pulled back a little and rammed my cock inside her. 'AAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE,' she screamed as my cock, breaking through her virginal barrier, buried itself deep inside her cunt. 'God, I didn't know that it will hurt so much,' she muttered, with tears in her eyes. 'It won't hurt anymore,' I said, kissing away her tears and started to fuck her with long, slow strokes. 'Babu, please take care,' Kiran moaned. Take care, but how? Suddenly, I remembered that I was still carrying the condoms, which I had purchased for Bela but did not use, in my purse. Quickly leaving her, I threw off my clothes and took out the packet of condoms. 'Oh! Why have you stopped?' Kiran complained, as I was still pulling on a condom on my blood-stained cock. 'Darling, I am coming,' I said, re-entering her. 'OHHHH,' she groaned, as my cock brushed the torn edges of her hymen. Kiran moaned as I fucked her with slow, long strokes. 'Does it still hurt?' I asked, pausing. 'No, go on, it feels very nice,' she moaned. I recommenced my in-and-out movement. 'Ohh,' she groaned, with each stroke, as my penis rubbed against the torn edges of her virginity. I pulled my cock back to the tip of her vagina and slowly inserted it back. Sometimes I gave quick, short strokes, and sometimes long, slow ones. I kept varying the length and the pace of my strokes. It was not long before the 'oh's turned into 'ah's and 'ah's into 'AAHH's, and her hips started to move in rhythm with my strokes. Suddenly, Kiran pressed me against her body. Her hips moved in a feverish motion. A wild look came into her eyes. I knew she was very close to coming, and I was also not far away. I began to thrust viciously into her, ramming her so hard that her breasts rolled back and forth. She began to gasp. She arched her back and thrust her head back, her eyes clinched tightly close. We were both trembling and shuddering, our breaths coming in gasps. 'YES, YESS, YESSSS, OH OHHH, OHHHH, OHHHH BABUUUUUUUU,' she screamed and fell back on the bed. A few strokes later, I shot my load. Gradually, our motions slowed, and we continued to make soft "ahhhh" sounds. We both opened our eyes. Our lips drew together, and we kissed a long, tender kiss. I rolled off her when my penis became soft and flopped out of her heavenly fuck tube. We lay in each other's arms for a long time, savoring the intense pleasure we had just experienced. 'I am sorry,' I said, 'I mean, about the pain.' 'Don't feel bad. It was well worth it,' Kiran said, blushing. 'You liked it?' I asked. 'Oh Babu, it was heavenly,' she replied, snuggling close to me. 'You want to do it again,' I asked, grinning. 'Oh yes, I thought you will never ask,' she giggled, turning on her back and spreading her legs. 'Babu, we must go now,' Kiran said, when we had finished. 'No, not yet. I have one more rubber left,' I said, showing it to her. 'Save it for next time,' Kiran giggled, 'Romy's parents can return anytime now.' Reluctantly I got up. 'I don't know if my clothes are ready,' Kiran said, 'I suggest, you dress and leave. I will stay here a little longer.' 'When do we meet again?' I asked. 'Whenever you say,' she said. 'Day after tomorrow, same place and time.' I suggested. 'Okay,' she said, wrapping the towel around her. My heart was singing as I drove home. I was very happy. I had not only fucked the girl of my dreams but also claimed her cherry. When I reached home, I didn't take a shower. I could still smell her body odor and feel her hot, tight cunt gripping my cock. I didn't go up to Bela that night. I slept, dreaming about Kiran and her vagina. Next morning when Bela brought tea, she complained, 'Why didn't you come last night? I was feeling very horny.' 'I was tired,' I replied. 'What made you so tired?' she asked. 'I'll tell you. Come sit next to me,' I replied, patting the bed. When she had settled down comfortably, I boasted, 'I deflowered a girl yesterday.' 'You deflowered a girl? Oh, you fucked another girl. Why did you fuck her? Why? Tell me, why did you have to fuck another girl?' she said, beating my chest with her small fists. This fit of jealousy was flattering, but it did not augur well for the future. 'Who are you to tell me whom to fuck? I will fuck whom I want, when I want and as often as I want. Understood?' I said, catching her by the scuff of her neck. 'Yes, yes I understand,' she replied, writhing in pain, 'let me go. You are hurting me.' 'One more thing. Just because I am fucking you does not change anything between us. I am still your master, and you are my servant. Is that clear?' I said. 'Yes, yes,' she cried, 'Please let me go.' 'Now take off your clothes and get into bed. I'll take care of that horny vagina of yours,' I said, releasing her. I took care of her vagina twice. Next day I met Kiran. 'Ask Romy if we can come over. I have a pocket full of fresh ammunition,' I said, patting my pocket. 'No need to ask, she is waiting for us,' Kiran replied, blushing, 'She said that after what happened the other day you will want to come to her house.' 'You mean she knows about us?' I asked, surprised. 'Yes. When you left, she asked me, "How did you enjoy your first fuck?"' I tried to deny it, but she said, 'If you did not want me to know, then you should not have screamed so loudly.' 'You would have also screamed loudly if Babu's big penis had deflowered you,' I replied. 'Is it very big?' she asked. 'How should I know,' I giggled, 'his is the only penis I have seen.' She insisted to know how big your penis was, and I had to tell her. 'Kiran, you are very lucky to have found a man with such a big penis,' she said. 'Why do you say that, a penis is a penis,' I said. 'You stupid girl, the bigger the penis, the more the pleasure,' she said, 'I wish someone with a big penis would fuck me.' 'How big is Amit?' I asked. 'Not very big. I wish he were,' she replied. We rode in silence till we reached Romy's house. 'Why does she do it? I mean, let us meet,' I asked, when we reached. 'She is reciprocating. You see, her boyfriend is married. They normally meet at Amit's friend's place, but when they can't, they come to my place,' Kiran clarified. When we were alone, we started to undress. I was surprised to see that Kiran had shaved her pubic hair.'Kiran, what happened to your hair?' I said. 'Do you like it?' she said, smiling. 'Oh yes, your cunt looks good enough to eat,' I replied, kissing her choot. She moaned loudly. I realized that I was actually licking her choot. I found that eating pussy was not that bad, and forgetting my misgivings, I started to lick her choot in earnest. 'Oh Babu, it feels so good,' Kiran moaned. I licked faster. 'OH YES, DON'T STOP,' she cried in ecstasy, pressing my head to her cunt. When I inserted my tongue in her cunt, she shouted, 'AAAHHH,' and came in my mouth. I liked the taste of her cum, and I lapped it up. 'Oh Babu, it was wonderful,' she moaned. 'Wait, darling, the fun has just begun,' I said, getting on top and starting to fuck her. When we had finished, I asked, 'What made you shave your pussy?' 'Well, you have to thank Romy for it. She said that men liked hairless pussy, and if I wanted to please you, I should shave it. I wanted to please you, so off went the hair,' she giggled. 'Romy is a gem,' I said, caressing her hairless cunt. 'You don't know half of it. That we are lying here and making love is because of her,' she said. 'Really? Tell me,' I said. 'I should not be telling you this, but I will,' Kiran giggled, 'do you remember, about two years ago, you stood up to the school bully, who was slapping a junior in school?' 'Yes,' I replied, 'How could I? I nearly peed in my pants.' 'Well, since that day I have had a crush on you,' she said. 'Wait a minute, you had a crush on me, but I thought you liked Jas,' I said, puzzled. 'Oh, I liked Jas, but not in the way I liked you,' she said. 'But he told us that you wanted to go out with him, and he refused,' I said. 'He is lying. Actually, he asked me out on two or three occasions, but it was me who said no,' she said, looking me in the eye. 'The lying bastard,' I said, 'all right, continue with your story.' 'Romy knew how I felt about you. She encouraged me to speak to Jas when you were present, hoping you would take the hint. Alas, you did not respond. When you left school, I thought I had lost you forever.' 'Then the other day, she saw you at the bookstore. She called me immediately and asked me to come. She persuaded me to greet you. When she saw that you didn't say anything and kept staring at me, she stepped in, suggesting we have a drink. The rest you know,' she said. 'When we met the next day, were you alone?' I asked. 'No, Romy was watching us. As everything was going well, I signaled her to leave. Now I have confessed everything,' she said. 'I have a confession to make. I did not come to watch the game. I came to watch you. The day I saw your panties, I would go home and masturbate, imagining what your cunt looked like,' I said, laughing nervously. 'Now that you know what it looks like, what are you going to do?' she asked, giggling. 'Fuck it, what else,' I said, climbing on her and fucking her. I was very happy. Kiran loved me. Yes, she had told me in no uncertain terms. On reaching home, I shouted, 'Bela, a cup of tea.' When she brought the tea to my room, she said, 'Barde kush lag rahe ho. Kissi aur ki choot phard ke aaye ho? (You look very happy. Have you deflowered someone?),' she said. Then quickly retracting her words, 'Bhaiya, I did not mean it. I am sorry. Please don't get angry. It just slipped out.' 'That is all right. I am so happy today that I can't get angry,' I said, hugging her. At home, Bela and I got bolder. Whenever abbu and ammi would go out to a party, we would roam naked, fucking wherever we pleased. We fucked in the kitchen, in the family lounge, and in all the bedrooms. We even fucked on my parents' bed. Whenever Kiran and I met, we would go to Romy's house to fuck. One day when I picked her up and suggested that we go to Romy's house, Kiran hemmed and hawed. She didn't give a clear reason. She only said that it would be of no use. I thought it was a lame excuse and insisted. When we were alone, I undressed as I normally did, but Kiran did not. 'What is wrong, my dear?' I asked. 'Nothing,' she replied. 'Come on, don't hide your choot from me now,' I said, 'I am feeling very horny today.' She shrugged and took off her clothes. Then I saw that she was having her period. 'Why didn't you tell me that you were unwell?' I said. 'I tried to, but you didn't understand,' she replied. 'What shall I do? I am feeling so horny,' I said. 'You can fuck me if you like,' she offered. 'No way. I couldn't fuck you in this mess,' I said, 'God, what should I do?' 'Well, I could suck your cock, if you like,' she said, hesitatingly. 'Would you? Yes, suck my cock,' I said, pushing my cock towards her. She hesitated but then started to give me a blowjob. It felt so good. Soon I was moaning. 'Yeah, that feels very nice,' I said, holding her head. 'YES. GO ON. KEEP SUCKING. IT FEELS WONDERFUL,' I said, moving my hips back and forth, fucking her mouth. She sucked harder. 'YES, SUCK HARDER. GOD! I AM ABOUT TO CUM. I AM COOMMMIIINNGGGG,' I screamed, pushing my cock deep inside her mouth and releasing my load. To my surprise, she swallowed it. 'Did you like the taste?' I asked. 'No, it was very slimy and salty,' she replied, making a face. 'Do I have to thank Romy for this also?' I laughed. 'In a way, yes. When my period started two days ago, I was so happy that I told Romy,' Kiran said. 'What will you do day after tomorrow when you meet him? She asked. 'The usual, we will fuck,' I replied, innocently. 'Well, my Amit does not like to fuck me in this state,' Romy said. 'Then what do you do?' I asked. 'I suck his cock,' she replied. 'What? I couldn't do that,' I said. 'It helps to keep your man happy,' she said. 'But if he comes in my mouth,' I asked. 'Swallow it,' she laughed. I thought about it. When you can eat my pussy and lick my juices, then I could suck your cock and swallow your cum. I decided that I would do it if I had no other choice. 'Listen, I have an idea. I can't fuck your pussy in this state, and you don't like the taste of my cum. I think it is the right time to thank Romy,' I said, playing with my tool. 'Please don't,' she said and began to cry. 'Why are you crying? I was joking,' I said. 'Never joke like this in the future. I will kill myself,' she said, 'Come here, I will suck your cock.' 'But you don't like it,' I said. 'She also said that at first I will not like the taste, but with time I'll get used to it. I might as well start getting used to it now,' she said, laughing. I continued to fuck Kiran and Bela. One evening when we were alone, I said, 'Bela, where shall I fuck you today?' She thought for a while and said, 'Ammi ke palang pe (On ammi's bed).' After the fuck, I told her that we would play snakes and ladders, and the person who wins gets a prize. She was thrilled. We played, and I won. 'Let us play again,' she said. 'Not so fast. What about my prize?' I said. 'All right,' she said, lying down and opening her legs, 'Fuck me.' 'I don't want to fuck you,' I said, 'I want you to suck my cock.' Without a word, she took my cock in her mouth and started to suck. When she finished, I asked, 'Did you like it?' 'I like everything that comes from you,' was her ambiguous reply. We played again. I won. She sucked my cock. The next board, she won. She clapped excitedly. 'Fuck me,' she said, lying down. I shook my head and said, 'You won, you fuck me.' 'How can I fuck you?' she asked. 'Like this,' I said, pulling her on top of me and inserting my cock from below. She laughed and started to fuck. After some time, she said, 'Bhaiya, I can't. You do it.' 'No, you can do it,' I said. She continued but could not do it. I then rolled her over and finished. 'Bhaiya, let us play again,' she said. We played, and she won. 'Bhaiya, I want you to do what you want,' she said, lying down. 'Okay,' I said, starting to eat her pussy. 'No, bhaiya, not there, it is dirty,' she protested. 'Shut up, and this is what I want,' I said. She fell silent. 'Oh, bhaiya,' she moaned. I continued to eat her pussy. 'OH BHAIYA, IT FEELS VERY GOOD,' she moaned, louder. I stuck my tongue inside her choot. 'OH BHAIYA, STOP. BHAIYA STOP, OTHERWISE I WILL DO IT,' she moaned. I continued to tongue-fuck her. With a loud sigh, 'AAAAHHH,' she came in my mouth. 'Bhaiya, it was wonderful,' she said, panting, 'Let us do it again.' 'For that, you have to win again,' I laughed. Next time I met Kiran, we fucked and sixty-nined. At night, I went to visit Bela. She was blushing. 'Why are you blushing?' I said, undressing. She removed the bed sheet with which she had covered herself. 'What is that?' I said. 'It is called a sanitary napkin,' she said, proudly. 'I know what it is, but I want to know when this happened,' I said. 'It happened this afternoon. When I was going to work, I noticed some blood and looked where it was coming from. I saw that it was coming from my choot. It really scared me. I went down to ammi,' she said. 'Why didn't you come to me?' I asked. 'I did, but you were out fucking...er I mean you were not there, so I went to ammi,' she said, mischievously. 'You are a big girl now. Don't worry, this happens to every girl,' ammi said, giving the packet of sanitary napkins and explaining how to use them. She also said that it will automatically stop after four or five days and it will come every month. 'Did she look at your choot?' I asked, anxiously. 'No, she didn't,' she replied. 'Thank goodness,' I sighed with relief. 'I shall take it off if you want to fuck me,' she offered.'No, I will not fuck today,' I said, 'but you can suck my cock.' She sucked my cock thrice. A few days later, I went to meet Kiran. Her period had stopped. When I entered her, she said, 'Haven't you forgotten something?' 'No. You are safe, and for a few days, I can fuck you without a condom,' I said. When I had finished, I asked, 'How was it?' 'It was lovely. When I felt your warm cum fall inside me, I came all over again,' she panted. That night, I went up to Bela. Her cunt was still bleeding, so I asked her to give me a blowjob. When she was sucking my cock for the second time, I stopped her, saying, 'I think I will fuck you. I want to see how it feels to fuck a girl during her period.' Without a word, Bela let go of my cock and, undressing, lay down. The fuck was not bad, only it was quite messy. The time for joining my course was drawing nearer. I was fucking two girls, and I didn't want to go. I did not mind the extra year of studies. So I talked to my father. 'No,' Abbu said, 'it was your choice, and you will have to go.' 'But why?' I wanted to know. 'Your fees are paid, and more importantly, Seema is expecting you. I would not want to disappoint her,' he said. I pleaded with him, but to no avail. When I met Kiran, I told her, 'I knew this was bound to happen. Two years is not very long, and you would be coming home in between. Don't worry, I will wait for you.' When I told Bela, her reaction was quite different. 'What will become of me?' Bela said, crying bitterly. 'Don't cry. I am not going forever. I will come home again, and then we will resume our relationship,' I said. With great difficulty, I was able to pacify her. Then we fucked like possessed. 'Don't let anyone else touch your choot,' I said, when we were kissing goodbye to each other. 'I promise that no one without your permission will touch me,' she said. The next day, I left. When I reached my destination, I found Aunt Seema waiting for me. When I saw her, I was pleasantly surprised. She was as old as my mother, but looked much younger. She was pretty for her age. She was tall, slim with shoulder-length hair and big boobs. On the way home, she talked incessantly. She inquired about my parents, told me that Uncle Mohan was in Dubai and he was supposed to come on leave but couldn't, etc. When we reached her flat, she showed me to my room and said, 'You freshen up, then come to the drawing room and meet the family.' On entering the drawing room, I saw that there were two girls other than her. I assumed that the one with bigger boobs was the elder one. She was about fourteen. She was a carbon copy of her mother, except she had long hair and not so big tits. The younger one was thirteen. She bore a superficial resemblance to her mother and sister. She had a naughty twinkle in her eyes and rather small boobs. Seeing me enter, Aunt Seema said, 'Babu, come, let me introduce you to the girls. This is Rani, my elder daughter, and that little imp is Nira, my younger daughter. Girls, this is Babu, and he is going to stay with us.' Rani said, 'Namaste, bhaiya.' 'Namaste,' I responded. 'Hi,' Nira said, 'Don't read too much into Mama's words. I am not that young. I am old enough to have babies.' Aunt Seema was scandalized, turning red in the face, she shouted, 'NIRA, AT LEAST THINK BEFORE YOU SPEAK.' 'What is there to think? I have only spoken the truth,' Nira replied, smugly. 'What shall I do with her?' Aunt Seema said, holding her head. Both Rani and Nira were smiling. At lunchtime, Aunt Seema said, 'Babu, now that you are going to live here as a member of a family, you might as well do some chores.' 'Of course, just tell me what you want me to do,' I told her. 'I am very fond of chewing paan (betel leaf) after my meals,' said Aunt Seema, 'I want you to get it for me.' 'Yes, Aunt Seema,' I replied. 'Another thing, don't call me aunt. It makes me feel so old. Call me Seema,' Aunt Seema said. Before I could reply, Nira piped up, 'I won't call you bhaiya. It makes me look very young. I will call you Babu.' 'NIRA,' Aunt Seema said, loudly. 'Mama, I will also call him Babu,' Rani said. 'It's all right. I don't mind. Both of you can call me Babu. I prefer it that way,' I replied. Rani and Nira looked very pleased with themselves. So after lunch, I went and bought a half a dozen paans for her. 'No, I prefer my paan fresh. So purchase one paan at a time,' she said. 'Yes, Aunt Seema,' I replied. Daily, we ate our breakfast at 6:30 a.m. Then the girls went to school. Nira returned at 1:30 p.m., and Rani returned at 4:30 p.m. I left around 8:30 a.m. and returned at 2:00 p.m. I purchased one paan while returning and the other after dinner. That night, I thought I would try to screw the girls but gave up the idea. These girls were not illiterate like Bela was. They would tell their mother if I tried. We soon got friendly. They were very pleasant company. I called them anagram sisters as their names contained the same alphabets. One day, Nira said, 'I am tired, I didn't sleep well. I miss my bed so much.' 'You can share the bed with me if you like,' I said, smiling. 'You would like that, won't you?' she replied, laughing. 'Well, then let us exchange beds,' I replied, with a straight face. 'For that, you will have to ask Rani. She is quite fussy with whom she sleeps,' she said, laughing. 'Shut up, Nira,' Rani said, laughing. I did not understand them. They were a mystery to me. Sometimes they behaved like sluts, and on other occasions, they were straight-laced. I decided to find out the truth. At the first opportunity, I pulled Rani's pigtail. 'Please, Babu, that hurts,' she said. When I pulled Nira's pigtail, she just smiled. I continued to tug at their hair for a few days with the same reaction. Then one day, I kissed Rani on the cheek after I had pulled her pigtails. She blushed but did not say a word. Nira, on the other hand, squealed with delight when I kissed her. Then one evening, when I had pulled Nira's tresses, she said, 'Oh Babu, kiss me properly.' 'What do you mean?' I said, acting dumb. 'I'll show you,' she said, kissing me on the lips. Encouraged, I kissed Rani on the lips. Her reaction was totally different. She looked me in the eyes and said, 'Babu, if you do that again, then I will tell Mama.' Frankly, I was scared and did not pull her pigtails again. Nira, on the other hand, was not to be stopped. Whenever she saw me alone, she would kiss me. 'Nira, stop it, somebody will see us,' I said. She only laughed, saying, 'I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. Meanwhile, let me enjoy.' I felt uncomfortable in Rani's presence. When I was talking or joking with Nira, and she came to join us, I would freeze. Then I would mumble something and excuse myself. Nira got bolder. She would kiss me while Rani did her homework or Seema was watching TV. When I told her to be more careful, she would laugh, 'Let them catch me first.' In the following fortnight, Nira got nearer to me, whereas Rani drifted further apart. One night, somebody knocked softly at my door. I looked at my watch. It was midnight. The knock was repeated. I opened the door and was surprised to see Rani. 'What are you doing here at this time of the night?' I asked. 'May I come in? I want to talk to you,' she replied. 'Oh, sorry,' I said, letting her pass. When she had settled down, she said, with tears in her eyes, 'Babu, why do you treat me like this?' She burst out, shaking with indignation. I was taken by surprise. 'L..Like what?' I stuttered. 'You know quite well,' she went on angrily, 'At first, I thought it was chance, unintentional; now I know you mean it. Whenever you are talking to Nira, as soon as I come into the room, you stop and then, making some excuse, hurry away. Why do you hate me so much? Why?' she cried with quivering lips. 'What have I done to make you dislike me so?' and the tears gathered in her lovely eyes. I was stunned. I didn't know what to say. I did know that my shying away from her would bring a girl, in her night suit at midnight, to my room. I decided to take turn this to my advantage. 'I can't tell you,' I said, softly. 'You have to. I have come for that purpose only,' she said. 'All right, if you insist. Rani, I don't hate you, on the contrary, I like you very much. I offended you once by kissing you and did not want to say something unknowingly and offend you again. This is the reason I kept my distance,' I replied. 'Please, Babu, speak to me. I promise not to get offended by anything you say or do,' she said, raising her right hand. 'Okay, if you want,' I replied. 'Thank you. I must go now,' she said, preparing to leave. 'Don't, you have just come,' I said. 'No, I must go. If Mama or Nira find me here at this hour and that also in my night suit, then there will be hell to pay,' she said. 'We are not doing anything wrong, are we?' I asked, innocently. 'No, we are not, but you don't know what they will think. It is better that I go,' she said. 'All right, on one condition that you will come tomorrow,' I said. 'I'll try,' she said. 'No trying. Promise me that you will come tomorrow,' I insisted. 'Okay, I promise. Now can I go?' she said. I nodded. She got up to leave, and when she reached the door, I said, 'Wait!' She stopped and looked at me. I crossed over to where she was standing and, taking her in my arms, kissed her gently. 'What was that for?' she asked, blushing sweetly but remaining in my arms. 'For coming here,' I replied. When she felt my hard cock pressing against her, she said, 'Oh,' and tried to move away. I held her firmly to me and kissed her passionately.At first, she resisted, then melting in my arms, reciprocated. When the kiss broke, I said, panting, "This one is for agreeing to come tomorrow." "You are very naughty," she said and quickly opened the door and disappeared. I wondered what the real reason for her visit was? Anyway, I have made her wet, I thought, when I lay in bed. The next night, she came. When she arrived, I took her in my arms and kissed her passionately. "What is that for?" she laughed, hitting me playfully. "This is for keeping your word," I laughed. We chatted for some time. She told me about her school and her friends. In turn, I told her about my course. "Is it very difficult?" she asked. "No, but you have to read up a lot on the net," I said. "What! You mean you have an Internet connection? Do you surf the..." she asked, but when she realized what she was about to say, she stopped. "Sex sites? Yes, I do very often," I replied, "Wait a minute, I'll show you." "No, I must go," she said. I tried to persuade her to stay, but without success. "All right, take this bottle before you go. Now you wouldn't have to worry about being found here. With this, you can take care of Nira. Give her two pills, and she will sleep soundly till morning," I said. "What about mama?" she asked. "Simple," I laughed, showing her the second bottle, "I'll give her two pills out of this bottle in her after-dinner paan." "You are a very sly person," she said. Then, kissing me good night, she left. She did not come for two nights. When she finally came, I asked her, "Nira was still awake. Later, I fell asleep," she replied. "Never mind. Come, I want to show you something," I said, kissing her. When I opened a sex site, she said, "Babu, I don't want to see." "All right, I will see them alone," I said. After a few sites, she loosened up. She told me that one of her friends has an Internet, and whenever she visited her, they surf the sex sites. She looked at each site carefully. "Aren't her breasts very large?" she said, or "My God! Her breasts are huge," etc. She continued to pass such comments until she said, "Gosh, her breasts are beautiful, aren't they?" "I bet your breasts are prettier than they are," I said. "No, they are not so pretty," she said. "I tell you that yours are prettier. All right, show them to me, and I will decide," I insisted. This went on for several minutes. Then, at last, she said, "I will show you my breasts if you promise not to touch them." "You have my word," I confirmed. She slowly unbuttoned her pajama top. "Oh Rani, they are beautiful," I said, "I want to fondle them. May I?" She blushed and did not say anything. I asked her again, but there was no answer. Taking her silence to mean yes, I reached out and cupped them. "Oh Babu, you promised not to touch them," she moaned, without moving. "I asked you, but you didn't reply. I thought you had no objection," I said, squeezing them gently. "Oh Babu!" she moaned, "It feels so good." "I must kiss them," I said, kissing them. "Oh Babu," she moaned. I sucked on her hard nipple. "Oh Baaabuuu," she moaned, pressing my head to her tits. After that day, she let me fondle her boobs. We copied many erotic stories from the web and read them together. While reading, I kissed and squeezed her boobs. Nearly a fortnight passed. One day, she was half-sitting, half-lying in my arms. I was reading an erotic story to her. I read, "Then Jeevan took Nita in his arms and kissed her gently." I did the same. "Do what it says in the story," she giggled. "Then Jeevan opened her blouse. He saw her beautiful tits for the first time." I also undid the buttons of her blouse. "They were so pretty that he could not stop himself and fondled her breasts and sucked her hard nipples." She closed her eyes as I did the same. "Then his hands wandered lower and rubbed her choot." When I followed suit, she opened her eyes and caught my hand, "Babu, please, not there." "Let me, you will like it," I said, starting to rub her cunt. Hesitatingly, she let go of my arm. I rubbed harder. "Oh, it feels good," she moaned. When I felt that she was about to come, I thrust my hand inside her pajamas. She was not wearing panties. "BABU, DON'T!" she said, as I touched her silken hair and tried to get up. I held her down and continued to shag her. The urge to come was so great that she didn't try to free herself. I rubbed her until she came twice. After that day, she let me touch her choot when I wanted. In the meanwhile, I continued to kiss Nira. One day at lunch, she said, "Our maths teacher is really mad." "What happened, dear?" Seema said. "He has given us sums to do without teaching the theory. When we brought this to his notice, he calmly replied it is very easy, and we should read the theory ourselves," she said, making a face. "Then read it," Seema replied. "I tried. I could not make any sense of it. Now I am stuck," Nira said. "Maybe Babu can help you," Seema suggested. "Babu, will you?" she asked. "Sure, maths was my favorite subject. Come to my room after lunch," I replied. "Oh boy! Then I can take your help regularly. Mama, may I?" she said. "Of course, my dear," Seema said. Nira came to my room with her books. "What about my fees?" I asked, when I had finished teaching her. "What do you want?" she asked with a mischievous smile. "Give me a kiss," I said, puckering my lips. "What! Only a kiss?" she said, kissing me. The next afternoon, she was back. Before sitting down to study, she gave me a long kiss. "What is this for?" I asked. "The down payment of my fees balance, I will give you after the lesson," she laughed. This went on for a week. One day, I asked her to show me her boobs. She made a face and said, "They are too small." "Sometimes small things are also very pretty. Come on, show them," I said. She undid her blouse. "Oh, they are very pretty," I said, cupping them. "No, they are not. I wish they were as big as Rani's are," she said. "Yes, they are larger," I said, without realizing its repercussions. "You have seen Rani's boobs!" she accused me, closing her blouse. "No, I haven't," I lied, "anyone can see they are bigger, and your mother's are even bigger." "Yeah, mama's boobs are huge," she laughed. Now, in addition to kissing her, I also fondled and sucked her small tits. This went on for some days. One day, while kissing her, my hand wandered under her skirt and rubbed her cunt. I expected her to protest, but she said, "Babu, if you have to touch my cunt, then do it properly. Put your hand inside my panties and frig me." "As you wish," I said, putting my hand inside her panties and touching her choot. The next day, when I put my hand under her skirt, I found that she was not wearing any panties. "Hey, what happened to your panties?" I asked. "What is the use of making them wet too?" she giggled. One day, after two weeks, she came in, dumping her books on the table, started to kiss me. "Babu, mujhe chodo. Aaj meri choot main bahut khuzli ho rahi hai (Babu, fuck me. Today, my cunt is itching so)," she moaned. "No, I will not fuck you. It is very dangerous," I said. She asked, "Why?" "When I pop your cherry, then you will scream. Your mama will wake up and catch me with my pants down," I said. "Please fuck me. I promise not to scream," she said. "No, I know you will scream. Come, I will get you off with my finger," I offered. "That I can do also. What do I need you for?" she said. "All right, get on the bed and raise your skirt," I said. "Yippee, you are going to fuck me," she said joyfully, raising her skirt, she lay down on the bed. "No. I am not going to fuck you but eat your pussy," I said, starting to lick her cunt. "Babu, what are you doing?" she said, surprised. I did not reply and continued to eat her pussy. After some time, she moaned, "Oh Babu, it feels very nice." Encouraged, I licked harder. "DON'T STOP!" she shouted. "Shh, not so loud," I reminded her. "Go on. Don't stop. I am about to cum. y...hes oh y...hes, my God, I am commmiiiiinnnnngg," she screamed, softly. "How was it?" I asked, smiling. "Oh Babu, it was heavenly," she panted, "please do it again." I ate her pussy again. One day, when Rani came to my room, I said, "Today, I will give you pleasure in a new way." "Really! How?" she inquired. "I'll show you," I said, "take off your pajamas and lie down." "Nahin, tum mujhe chodoge (No, you will fuck me)," she said, looking at me suspiciously. End of part 3 To be continued...	3
103,657	Laura Croft and the Venus Thigh Trap	Hung upside down, naked and spread under the waterfall by the animate vines, Laura Croft's senses are so overloaded that time slips past in a sexual daze. The morning passes, and the slanting shaft of sunlight swings to vertical, for a while highlighting the falls and her shuddering, water-pummeled figure within the plume. The golden object embedded in her sex sparkles brightly through the cascade. More time passes, as the shaft of light drifts further on, leaving her in shadow. In as much as she can concentrate in snatches despite the relentless pounding of the waterfall upon her perpetually spasming pussy, she wonders how it is that her delicate parts have not been battered into numbness by now. She thinks perhaps it's something to do with the vine's injected venom, keeping every square millimeter of her skin super-sensitive. Some sort of nerve stimulant... which she wishes did not work so well, especially on her water-pummeled clitoris. If only it would go numb, if only she could stop the orgasms... There must be some way to escape this, if only she could think for a moment... She drifts in and out of lucidity, as orgasm after orgasm exhausts her beyond the ability to even think of struggling against the vines wrapped tightly around her, immobilizing her upside down and spread-eagled. Her vagina feels like the falling water is driving fists inside her, with each dropping wave that impacts into the upturned opening of the heavy gold phallus still sunk deeply in her sex. Nor does it help that the metallic shaft is pressing down into her with all of its very considerable weight. Absolutely beyond her ability to push it all the way out with her abdominal muscles, even if the vines weren't holding it loosely in place. The best she can manage, straining, is to push it out a few inches, and hold it there, briefly. But then she tires, or an orgasm will make her relax after a clenching spasm, and the several pounds of metal will drop back, hard and deep. Once more stretching her vagina to its absolute limits. Her rope is still hanging down from the entrance above the waterfall's lip, and she is staring at it in a between-orgasm moment, thinking how near it is and yet so far from her captive hands. Is she really going to die here, she thinks? Death of a thousand climaxes... she'd laugh at the craziness of it all, if she wasn't about to come, again. As she helplessly feels the rise towards her next, inevitable, unwanted orgasm, the rope jerks, then starts swinging from side to side. She hears a noise above; the 'wzzzzz...' of a descender, faintly over the white noise roar of the water. She cannot look up, and now she is about to... ahhh... nooo... another orgasm makes her shudder weakly in the vine's embrace. As she comes, the new arrival descends into her view. Bucking and shuddering in the throes of her climax, she is momentarily beyond reacting to a mere rescuer. Who is now hanging motionless on the rope, descender locked off, as he coolly contemplates her in her helpless, oblivious writhing. When she exhaustedly returns to the world of the comprehending, she curses to herself. It _would_ have to be Vance Harding suspended there, sneering at her. Vance, the notorious robber of historical sites, friend of every shady dealer in antiquities, in every black market, in every trouble spot in the world. Vance, who'd once made some extremely unwelcome advances that time they'd found themselves booked into the same sleeping compartment on the trans-Siberia express. Totally by chance, he'd maintained, the lying scoundrel. Perhaps she should not have thrown his bags off the train into that gorge as a farewell gesture. She hopes the stupid oaf has brought a knife with him, if he isn't simply her own sex-soaked, vine-drugged hallucination. "Vance, are you real? When you've finished staring, cut me loose, will you?" He just hangs there, silent, his faint expression of amused contempt rapidly becoming something much more worrying. He looks like he's contemplating some profitable scam - a look she's seen before. That's always a bad sign, for whoever he's planning to steal from. If that look wasn't enough to convince her this is no delusion, she knows for sure when he reaches across to her, and runs his hand over her water-pounded nakedness. That's no illusion groping her breast, then her sex around the lingam. She'd been drifting in and out of consciousness before, but his touches rouse her to almost alertness. She knows she'd _never_, not even delirious, imagine her oafish arch rival taking such liberties. She grinds her teeth as another of the endless orgasms shudders through her exhausted body. He sneers even more evilly as his hands on her flesh feel the tremors she cannot entirely suppress. Why did it have to be _him_ of all possible rescuers? Grinning, quite aware of why her body jerked and twitched, he tugs at the various vines holding her in position, judges them firm, and so her not an immediate problem. He doesn't even bother to speak to her. He then considers the rest of the chamber, shining a powerful torch into the dimness of the late afternoon gloom, now the sun's rays no longer penetrate here. Sees the camera setup, and the active roots still twisting about on the stone floor. Judging them harmless if treated with care (and his machete), he continues downwards on the rope. He avoids a dunking in the pool at the bottom due to her care in tying off the rope - curse him, she thinks just before another exhausting orgasm drives her senseless for some moments. Casually he explores the chamber, taking his time. At her camera, he examines the setup. He's still in the corner of her inverted field of view, and she grinds her teeth as he examines the granite pyramid at the centre of the camera's focus. He stoops to examine the now empty receptacle at its apex, with its exaggerated female carving. He looks up at her, laughing loudly. Calls out "Laura, you had to _try_it_out_, didn't you! I'd have expected you to be more professional! I hope you haven't _damaged_ the artefact! Ha ha ha! Oh, shall I recover your film? Yes, no need to answer, I understand how it is when you are busy." He strolls over to her camera, extracts the film, and pockets it. Wanders around some more, examining her gear. Frees her pistols from the mat of roots, and pockets them too. Laughs, holding up her shrunken leather jumpsuit. "Hey Laura, you on a diet or something? I'd swear this is too small for you." He makes a show of turning out the inside crotch area of the suit, and taking a long, deep sniff. "Awww, you got them all wet and they shrank! You should take better care of spunky looking gear like this. But never mind, I have other leather that will fit you." He moves to turn away, but one of his boots has been captured by a vine while he wasn't moving. "Ha ha... stupid fucking animated pot plant! Did you find out what they called this thing?" he shouts to her, while making short work of that tendril with his machete. "Juice Hunter! It likes _pussy_ juice! Can you believe it? Oh, of course, I guess you can by now, ha ha! Fuck me...shit.." Another vine had got his other foot, and that one too gets the chop. "You wouldn't want to stand still in one spot for too long in here, would you?! Well, unless you were real busy fucking a fat gold cock, like someone we know, eh Laura?" He swaggers around, collecting up her gear and packing it back into her rucksack. "Yeah, this damned thing... they bred it from something in the forest that liked to catch and eat small animals I guess. Well... not 'eat' exactly. It just holds on until they die, then their flesh falls into the vine's roots, and fertilizes the ground. During which, it flowers. Did you see those blooms in the pond? Truly stunning specimens- I expect this critter will be a huge and very profitable hit with the glasshouse set back home. The ones who can afford its special feeding needs, if you know what I mean, ha ha ha. You figured that one out yet? Ha ha." He continues chuckling to himself, sometimes glancing up at her, as he finishes the packing. Done with her gear, he carefully examines the vine's structures around the chamber. He takes some of the vine fruits in sample bottles, together with various small clippings, and some examples of curiously shaped fibrous nodules with clumps of fine tendrils emerging from one end. As he works, he calls out to her again in a casual tone, as if addressing a companion. "Hey Laura, you thought I was here to steal that gold dick you've been messing with, didn't you? Well, naturally, that too. But there are things here _much_ more valuable than that, don't you know? And I'm not even counting you, though you'll make the whole trip much more... heh _entertaining_. The vine is not the only treasure. You'll see." Re-attaching his dumars to the rope, he frees the rope end and ties it to her gear, jammed against the rock wall ringing the pool. He dumars strongly back up to her, and once more hangs there, grinning predatorily.First, he toys with her again, appraising the feel of her body and how she reacts to his touch. "Hah... even exhausted and pounded, you still feel it, huh? I wondered about that. The texts I found mentioned the vine venom has a long-lasting sensitivity stimulation effect. Excellent, even more money. Oh, this is making me so happy, my dear. Thank you for finding the final clue, that was very thoughtful of you. Much appreciated." "Vance, you bast... mmmff!" He cuts her off with a hand cupped over her mouth. "Now, now, Laura! Is that any way to speak to your rescuer? Would you rather join the bones at the bottom of that delightfully charming sacrificial pool? No, no... You just be quiet now, or I may save myself the bother of hauling you out of here. Seriously, not a word, understand. Did you even check what was in those bags you tossed off the train? It was most embarrassing, you know, explaining to my client what happened to the item I'd been transporting. I'm a teensy bit annoyed with you about that, and would have been very annoyed indeed if my client had been able to make good their threats to kill me. My, they were so _very_ upset! One of a kind, priceless relic, you know the deal. Tossed in a bloody river. Splendid." His other hand brings the point of his large, sharp knife against her breast, pressing in till the tip nearly cuts her. "I'd almost prefer to have the pleasure of paying you back for that little joke of yours right now. Or, I could leave you to the vines - except that would be such an abstract revenge, since I won't be around for the week or two you'll take to die here. You certainly won't go thirsty, and it's warm in here, isn't it? Death by slow starvation, or perhaps cerebral hemorrhage. I don't suppose the unending orgasms would do much to hasten your demise, unless by finally blowing an artery in your brain, so you'd possibly even enjoy it. So, Laura, you _are_ going to be quiet. If I want to know anything from you, I'll ask. Got that?" She looks at him. He's clearly not kidding - it would be just like him to actually leave her here. She nods. He lets go of her mouth. "Good girl. I'm sure we'll learn to get along. Ha ha!" After playing some more, apparently just for the heck of it, he cuts loose the Lingham and pulls it slowly out of her. Puts it back and fucks her with it some, observing cynically as she gasps and hunches helplessly back at the thrusts. Finally, since she is too exhausted and too rigidly tied to really put on much of a show, he stows it in his pack, then attaches the rope to one of her ankles via a loop. Cuts free most of the vines around her body, leaving her suspended by one vine to her other ankle, hands still vine-bound behind her. Now her other leg is weighed down by the wet rope, and she finds it hard to avoid doing a wide split. He departs up into the darkness, leaving her, the water now pounding directly into her sex every time she swings back under the fall. After a few minutes, the rope to her ankle goes tight, then the vine still on her goes slack and falls down, cut. Still doing the splits, only now hanging by her other leg, she feels herself being hoisted up. After some bumping and scraping, she reaches the top, where Harding and three villainous-looking Latinos are heaving on the rope. She is dumped, wet and naked, on the sandy floor. They cut away the remaining roots, in the process rolling her over and getting her completely covered with the gritty sand. When they cut the matted fibers from her hips and around her sex, there is much ribald chatter in Spanish among the four men. Her clitoris, revealed from the hollow tuberous vine organ that had encased it, is still remarkably swollen, and they seem greatly amused by its size, much to her shame. They tie her with ropes, Japanese style, made more uncomfortable by the sand on the ropes and in her sex under the tight double strand pulled tightly up into her slit. Once she is secured, they haul some more on the rope still descending into the shaft and bring up her gear. The awkward and trackless route back to her camp, now theirs too, is a torment of rope-chafed, sandy sex, aching, swollen breasts, and 'helping' hands that are not shy of using handy (and sandy) intimate parts to get a good grip on her. All of her body, and especially around her breasts and sex where the vine thorns had pricked their venom into her, is tingling and very sensitive - so much so that she finds the brush of leaves a kind of sensual torture. Arriving at camp just before dusk, they remove the ropes and have her lie down on her back on a lightweight fold-out stretcher - two aluminum poles with canvas slung between, and short fold-down legs. They tie her ankles to the pole ends at one end, and her wrists to the others, above her head. Then they leave her alone as Vance and his companions prepare dinner. She wonders what happened to her own four porters, but so far she has not seen any sign of them. Presumably, Vance has either paid them off or simply driven them off. More likely the latter, since it would be the cheaper option. Not that she expects any help from them - she'd been more worried about the looks they'd been giving her on the trek here. Ever since her party had left civilized areas, she'd been sure to keep her guns handy, since the porters were obviously giving the matter of their employment contracts some thought. Along the lines of renegotiating the bits about carrying her gear, rather than simply raping and killing her, then fading into the jungle. One thing that occurs to her about this whole situation is that although she is now tied up naked, and probably will be raped, at least she is naked inside a mosquito-netted tent, rather than outside naked at their campfire, exposed to the ravenous insect nightlife. There are clearly gradations of 'a fate worse than death'. She doesn't wonder much about what Vance intends with her. It's sure to be bad. What does worry her, in a most disturbing and insistent way, is that for some reason her clitoris and nipples simply will _not_ stop doing their painfully erect, throbbingly sensitive, aching thing. And her breasts are feeling, if anything, even more full and sensitive than they did when the vine venom was stinging them. Lifting her head, she can see in the indistinct firelight through the tent walls that her nipples are standing up, dark and hard. Perhaps it's something to do with the last hour of constant brushing by leaves on the way here? But that doesn't really explain the condition of her clitoris, which seems even larger and harder than it was when they released it from the vines. It had been held prisoner by the clasp of the crotch ropes for the last hour, and she'd have thought that the discomfort of the rough fibers and sand would have discouraged it. But no... She even finds that she wishes she could touch it - which she thinks amazing, considering. But anyway, she can't. She can't even squeeze her legs together. She just has to lie there, listening to the clinking of utensils as the men perform some approximation of cooking, their ribald jokes in Spanish, and the random yowls and screeches of the jungle darkness. She can't help but wonder if she'll soon be adding her own shrieks and moans to those noises. Those thoughts circle around and around in her mind, yet she is surprised with herself - she doesn't seem to find the prospect as terrifying as it ought to be. Perhaps it is the persistent, intense and distractingly aroused state of her genitals, that prevents her mind from dreading what might happen. It must be that, she tells herself. Something to do with the irritation from that venom, that makes her hips squirm as images of herself being fucked by all four men in turns, hover in her head. Her sex has become soooo itchy and swollen - it must be the venom, she is certain. "Señorita Croft, you eat now?" What?! She realizes she has let her eyelids drift closed. And... oh no, her hips were lifted up off the cot, as she imagined... oh no! Looking around, she finds all four men squatting around her in the tent, leering at her by lantern light, and munching on the food they have brought into the tent to eat. Harding is by her head, silent - one of the others spoke. Harding is holding what looks like a rice ball near her mouth. Damn! Did she get that carried away, that she didn't even hear them come into the tent? How... She forces her body to relax back onto the cot, though it takes an effort of will to keep it there. God, her sex is so... arrrgh! That venom has a strong effect. But she is hungry too, and accepts the food. Surprisingly, it's quite tasty. Fish... they must have caught some fish at the last river. And some nuts, and spices... not bad. As he eats, silently, he passes her another, dropping it into her open mouth when she finishes the previous. He also gives her water, when he has some. Only then he reminds her of the present, by also pouring a thin trickle of water onto her chest and stomach. It feels nice and cool in the warm humidity, but having all the men burst into bawdy laughter as he ends the trail at her sex, and the tickling cool water on her hotly throbbing labia makes her hips jerk upwards again... that she could have done without. "Why, Laura! You seem to have recovered your appetite very quickly, after that little tryst with the vines. It's certainly a pleasure to see a hungry girl enjoying her food! Would you like some more? Oh... pardon my manners, I quite forgot - you may speak now. Only, respectfully!" She is just beginning to open her mouth when he cuts back in. "Ah, one other thing - to save us all a lot of time, the answer is no. No clothes, no untying, no bargaining, and no, you don't get to say no."Or rather, you can say no all you like, but it will have no effect other than adding to our entertainment, and your punishment if you get tiresomely repetitive about it. When you wish to go to the toilet, ask. The answer may well be no... depending. Now, are you still hungry? You've only had two rice balls - not much after such a busy day, big growing girl and all." She is silent for a long moment. He just answered the first ten or so questions and demands she was about to make. She has the sense to realize it would be pointless to argue... and she _is_ very hungry. "Yes, please. I'd like more." Harding's companions break into coarse laughter, slapping hands on their thighs as they rock, squatting. She grimaces, realizing how their uncouth minds warped her comment into a sexual statement. "No, I meant... sigh... I'd like another rice ball." They redouble their laughter, and she realizes it happened again. Harding grins at her. "Forgive them, they are simple folk, and eager for you. But that's later. First, eat. Only... I tell you what. Since they cooked this food, let's have you show them your appreciation. The way you were as we came in - the hungry, famished woman look. Heh. When you convince me you are _really_ starving, I'll feed you. You just lay your head back, close your eyes, and keep your mouth open. I'll pop in a rice ball when I think you are doing good." She stares at him. For a moment, she is about to burst into shocked defiance, but he raises a finger and shakes it 'no' at her, reminding. Picks up another rice ball from the heaped dish, and scoffs it. "Mmmmm, these really are delicious, eh? Shall I have another? Why yes, thanks, I will!" He does. "Don't let me hold you up here, Laura. You know you want to - look at your clit! It must be really aching, huh?" In truth, it is, she has to admit to herself. Very much. Her whole sex is aching, in that 'please do me' way. Intensely. Even as she drops her head back on the cot, closing her eyes to think about this, she feels her hips hunch upwards on their own. Not waiting for her brain's decision. It's so humiliating... and she is very hungry, and they are tasty... um, the _rice balls_ are tasty, she corrects her half-formed thought. She sighs... 'when rape is inevitable'... why not pretend one is dying for it... if that's what it takes to get fed. Her body nods agreement, with her hips. She gives in, and lets Miss Pussy run the show. Miss Pussy turns out to be one of those 'take charge' kind of girls, and soon has her whole body humping for the team. Apparently her whole body doesn't mind that she is putting on a show for four perverted men, who's excited loud comments don't allow her to forget they are right there, leaning close in the tent. She grinds, and thrusts, her sorely swollen sex meeting only air, and so frustratingly! It gets confusing, her open mouth panting, and waiting for a rice ball, and her vagina waiting for... something. Well, not so much 'waiting for', as aching for. Aching, itching, needing... She feels a rice ball at her lips, and gobbles it greedily, chewing quickly. She needs to breathe through her mouth, needs to pant... Swallows, and opens her mouth wide again. To gasp, or accept more food. Suddenly there is another morsel at her lips, at the same moment a hand touches her lightly on the breast. It's confusing, even more so as the hand kneads her flesh in time with her chewing. The flavor, and her action in chewing, seem to become mixed up with the feelings in her breast. She swallows it, and the hand is gone. Another ball... and another hand on her other breast this time. It mimics the timing of her chewing so well, it almost feels like she is pleasuring her own breast with her mouth. And her pussy - as her nipples are caressed, the feelings in her sex flare even hotter. She can hear the rustle of clothes being shed. With the next ball, more hands descend on her body, this time her legs as well as her breasts. Everywhere but where she... Chewing hard, she thrusts her sex hard up, jerking it into the air, thighs fallen wide. 'Please, feed my pussy too...' But the hands work all over her legs, squeezing much like the working of her jaw. She doesn't want to swallow, she wants it to go on. But she must breathe! She swallows, gasps in a deep lung full of air, and the hands vanish. "Oooohhhh! Noooo!" She gasps, her body writhing. "Please..." "Would you like another?" As Harding speaks, he places the palm of his hand over her eyes. How did he know she was about to look at him? "No. Keep your eyes closed. Another then." With his hand still over her eyes, she is given another rice ball. And as she closes her mouth on it, the hands return, all over her except... still nothing touches her sex! She strains her hips up as high as she can... and something large is pushed in under her bottom, between her and the bunk. She lets herself fall back, but hardly moves - her hips are now wedged higher up than any other part of her, with her mons now held as the pinnacle of her body's mountain. The hands tease around the slopes, stroking and squeezing right up to the edge of her sex. She thinks if nothing touches her there soon, she will scream. Then hands at her breasts switch to rolling and teasing her nipples, and the feeling this triggers in her sex makes her need to scream right now!. But she is still chewing, and can't. She swallows, the hands remove. "Arrrrghhhh! Nooooooo!!!! Ooooooohhh!!" "Oh, is our poor cooking that awful? You don't want any more?" "Yes... please, more. It's... very nice." His hand removes from her eyes, and this time she keeps them shut. There is a pause, and she feels something shifting on the bed. Then, in the same moment, another rice ball is touched against her lips, and something warm touches her directly on her upraised and spread sex. She opens her mouth wide, and bites the rice ball from the fingers holding it. As she does it, the thing thrusts suddenly and deeply into her wanting pussy. She hadn't known if it was a cock, or fingers, but long thick hard cock is what's now filling her. Her muscles grab hard at the shaft inside her, while above her Vance's voice hisses "All that drama on the train, over my generous offer of a fine pussy pounding, and now look at you. Gasping for it. Fuck women are nuts. Always with the pretence your pussies don't want filling - but take away the choice and you fucking do want it. Nuts. Mmmmmm.... tight, warm, wet, horny... and nuts. Mmmmfmmmm.... mmmm..." Somewhere at the back of her mind, there's a feeling that she ought to be annoyed at him, for raping her, not to mention insulting her, and all women. 'Nuts, nuts...' She tries to get herself angry, but there's a problem. About seven or eight inches of big, hard problem, pounding in and out of her cunt, by the feel of it. It's distracting. It's.... A little while later, it occurs to her that she hasn't been thinking at all, just lying there, straining to thrust her hips up to match each thrust, and feeling the inner roar of an approaching orgasm. It's clearly going to happen, and happen in a huge way, regardless of how she feels about it. She can tell. She can't remember what she was thinking about before. Something about nuts... She drops the thought, and concentrates on the roaring feeling, growing.... Vance's voice breaks her concentration. "Uh, ummm... Ha! mmmm... Look at you.... ummmmmhh..... hey, here's an idea for you... uhhhhh, ummmff.... mmmm.... how about this... mmmmmfff.... hah, your pussy is squeezing, I like that.... mmmm..... hufff.... anyway, let's say.... if you don't come in the next hour, we'll let you go. Mmmmmm... how about that? Deal? Huuummmm.... huuhhhh.... Ahhh.... fuck that's good..." She hears him. Tries to consider... not working... 'try not to cum?' The concept almost slips away. She _is_ going to cum, and soon. But she grabs the idea... 'let her go? Would they really? Maybe... one thing about huge cocks... uh, about Vance, is he says what he means. Usually.' For a moment, she resolves to not let herself come, and tries to stop herself thrusting, and that clenching that's going on in her sex. Her attempt has absolutely no effect. Her body goes right on doing what it wants, and so does the building anticipation in her sex. "Ha ha ha.... ahhhhh.. mmmm..... What, you don't believe me?! Really Laura! How could you mmfff... mmmmmhhh.... doubt me? My _word_ Laura! Ummmmm... lovely.... No? You're still fucking back? Like it huh? Ummm.... yeah, love it, huh? mmm.... hhhhfff.... Well, seriously, you are passing up a great deal here.... you look like you really want to cum, huh? Ok, ummmhhh! huuhhhff! yeah... OK, so how about, no cum, you go free, uummmm.. but if you _do_ cum, I and my fine compadres here, will ummmmfff, ummmm.... will spend the rest of the evening fucking you over and over. ummffff... Oh, and for the rest of the trip back too. hhhhhhhnnnn... mmmm... ah, you want it all the way? mmm... So that's the deal, Laura. No cum, freedom. Cum, and we'll all rape your cunt every day for months. Maybe forever, huh? Mmmmm.... that's odd, you don't seem to be listening, Laura? fffhhhhmmmm... ohhh..." 'Raped.... raped.... months...' she thinks. She really, really tries to concentrate. But it seems her mind is still not working, and her body isn't listening at all. There's a desperate, burning urgency in her sex, that somehow images of rape makes more powerful. Her hips jerk powerfully towards every thrust of that hard cock reaming deep inside her. The tension in her belly is about to... about to... "Laura! I'm insulted! I think you doubt my word! Uhh.... yeah.... All right, then... mmm... I _swear_... uh... uh..."Mmm, oh yeah... Yeah... I swear, Laura... Uhh, uhh, mmm... on my seed... uhh... do you accept? On my seed, your freedom if you don't come, or your service if you do... uhh, yes, squeeze if you agree... Ooh, nice, okay, I take that as a yes... and here... uhh, uhh, is my... Ooh, yes, uhh, mmm! Hmm! Word! Ahhh! Ahhm, hmm, ohm... Hmm..." As he shouts his release, and she feels his hard cock jet deep into her, her senses explode. Every muscle in her body locks solid, as her sex and brain seem to merge into one whole-body storm of surging ecstasy. She can distantly hear her own voice moaning in counterpoint to his yells, as her body shudders in waves of pleasure from each pulsing thrust of semen into her womb. She feels his ejaculations slow and stop, but she is still riding the wave. Then, like a flash of lightning in a storm, his fingers stroke over her clit, and she spasms again, shouting in the shock of renewed climax. It is so incredibly, unnaturally powerfully sensitive! His cock is still inside her, motionless, and she can hear him chuckling as he fingers her bud, bringing her to peak after peak of shuddering, moaning, pussy-spasming pleasure. It doesn't seem to get any less intense, going on and on... Eventually, he stops, and she lies gasping for breath, stunned, barely conscious, her entire body still shivering with echoes of her orgasms. "Well, I'll take that as a 'yes'. And thank you for your kind agreement to service myself and my compadres here, whenever we wish. Very compassionate of you, Miss Croft. Heh heh..." She feels him pull his still hard member from her sex, and lift off her. "Ah, you are such a fine sight, and your snatch certainly does... I could go again right away. But mustn't be greedy, eh? Time for my friends. I'll get back to you later. You know, I do believe that vine venom seems to have had some effect on your sexual capacity. Or were you always able to achieve continuous multiple orgasms like that? Never mind, I can see you are a little puffed now, we'll discuss this possibility later." "Vance... Vance... I... that wasn't... I didn't agree to... you can't..." "Shh... Of course, Laura, I wasn't joking. But I knew you'd come. So, you will do as we wish, just as if I had offered nothing. Now, do not upset Yuan here with arguments, his English is not good. But his cock is very big, eh? Enjoy. Oh, I see you are... good." It's true, the rod being thrust into her by the man now over her is very, very big. Her sex is already running with fluids, and the fat head slips right in, followed by the fat shaft, and more fat shaft, and more... She moans, shocked out of her daze by how good it feels, already, so soon after such a massive series of climaxes. Which... seem... to... be... uh... ohhhhhhh.... about to.... uuhhhmmmm.... repeat.... "You haven't said hello to Yuan yet, Laura. Aren't you going to say hi?" As Yuan begins to piston his cock in earnest, suddenly she is right back in that cyclic orgasm, almost without warning. "Ooh... Ooh! Ooyiii! Oyyhii!" and her thoughts cease, again. "That's better. A girl should always be polite on a first penetration, I say." It is a long evening, but for Laura, time slips by in a sexual daze, with few moments of intelligent comprehension. Sometimes she is aware enough to be frightened by the strength of her body's responses - they are far, far more intense than anything she has experienced before. When she can wonder, she wonders why this is. Her long abstinence? Something to do with the vine thorn stings? Or... that she is bound and helpless, perhaps? Somehow, it does seem exciting, being at the mercy of such... villains, as Harding and his men. The strangest thing is that her pussy does not seem to become less sensitive as the rapes continue. More so, if anything. She remembers that it was the same under the waterfall - now almost any touch in that area brings her to body-wrenching climaxes. It even turns out to be not just her sex that is extra sensitive. Later in the evening, when all the men have had their fill of fucking, they are sitting around her naked body, chatting over her. She is damp with sweat and smeared sexual fluids, and they are using her body as a kind of gesturing aid, in their rapid Spanish discussion. They play their hands across her flesh, and particularly her breasts. To their pleasurable surprise, they discover that squeezing her hardened nipples causes a little milk to express, and they become occupied with taking turns two by two, to suck on her teats. After a few minutes of this, and their joking banter meanwhile, she is surprised to find herself bursting into orgasm again - just from having her nipples sucked. They find this very entertaining, not to mention less strenuous than fucking for the nth time, so they keep doing it for a long while, laughing and joking about her sensitivity, and endless capacity for spectacular orgasm. Finally, they leave her alone after letting her pee into a bottle they hold against her mound. Exhausted, she falls asleep at once. Hanging, hanging under the pounding waterfall, her body hammered and aching with supersensitised arousal. She cannot move, cannot even struggle. Hanging, needing, helpless. It's dark, she cannot see... but her breasts... such an intensity of feeling, of fullness, of throbbing need, her nipples like rocks, somehow the water must be drumming on them directly, it's so strong... so strong... and the waterfall sounds like birds calling... what happened to the... disorientation, she isn't sure which way up she is tied; feels more like on her back, but... ohhhhh her breasts! They feel as if they will burst! She tries to reach for them, but cannot. She opens her eyes, and sees the green translucent material above her, bright with sunlight. It's already hot in... she remembers. In the tent. The morning is loud with bird calls. She is still tied on her back in the canvas cot. And her immediate, excruciating problem, is the state of her breasts. Absolutely beyond ignoring, they feel unbelievably swollen and full, so tender that every little move her body makes, sends jangling bursts of intense discomfort as her breasts jiggle in response. She lifts her head to look down at them, and is shocked by the sight. They don't just feel hugely swollen, they are. Not so much grown, as filled to bursting - she can feel the tightness in her skin, and their shape has shifted from curvaceous-conical, to semi-spherical. It doesn't take any thought at all, to realise that her breasts have begun producing milk, and lots of it. All of which is still waiting to let out - and must escape soon, if her flesh is not to burst under the pressure. The pressure that seems to be concentrating in her nipples, to judge by their painfully erect state. She lifts her head again to look, and this time notices that there are actually thin lines of milky wetness, tracing down her breasts from the tips of her swollen nipples. She is leaking - but not enough to make a difference to her discomfort. It takes her several moments of struggling with the powerful sensations from her breasts, before she can pay any attention at all to the rest of her body. She immediately wishes she hadn't. Remembering her lengthy rape by the four men last night - well it was rape, even if she did... beg for it, because... even if it was very... she shakes her head. After that, she'd expect to be pretty sore. Reaching through the flood of sensations from her breasts, she concentrates on her sex - and finds some soreness, but... oh no, how can that be? Her pussy is definitely not happy - but it's... needing again! After all that pounding last night, and her breasts... impossible! And yet it is. Now she has noticed it, she can't stop noticing, even with her other discomfort. Her clitoris is waking up too, she can actually feel it stretching, and growing stiff again. She realises she is still looking at her erect nipples, and the milk dribbling down the swollen curves of her breasts. She remembers how it felt last night as they played with her venom sensitised nipples. She lets her head fall back again - 'no, don't think about that, it's turning me on again. Dammit! Don't! Don't think about it... even if my breasts... I really need to be milked... oh fuck, FUCK what has that vine done to me?! God!... I need to be milked, which will make me cum, and thinking about that makes me need to cum... dammit DAMMIT!' "Aaaaargghhhh!" She struggles against her bindings wildly, venting her frustration in a cry through clenched teeth. Falls back, limp and panting. Moving makes her breasts hurt more. "Well well well. So the legends are all true!" Harding's voice comes from above her head, out of her sight. She twists her head sideways and back, and finds him sitting cross-legged on the floor nearby. He leans towards and over her, letting her look straight up into his face. "How remarkable. This vine is quite the medical miracle, don't you think? Within twenty-four hours of injection, the venom has induced very heavy lactation. You never had kids, did you? Fascinating. I'm going to be hugely wealthy, while you, my dear lady, are simply going to be huge." He reaches across her, and runs a palm firmly over the swollen side of her right breast. He presses, feeling the tight fullness of her teat. It hurts, and she flinches, trying to pull away. "Absolutely splendid, so full already! Oh, I'm sorry, was that a bit discomforting?" He asks sarcastically. Wrapping both palms around the lower swell of her breast, he squeezes firmly. "Ohh! Vance, don't, please...""It oooohhhh hurts!" He chuckles as he lets go. "Heh heh, yes, you're right, I should leave them alone. Not gentlemanly, playing with a lady's baubles like that, is it? Why, I should be ashamed of myself! Taking advantage of you, considering the misfortune you've already suffered, what with that vine's venom and all. Oh, did I mention that? You know what it said in the scripts I found a few years ago?" Running a fingertip softly along the curve of her breast, up to her nipple, which he presses and rolls briefly. "By golly, you sure have a lot of milk in there, don't you. It's actually leaking all the time, look at that!" He holds his damp fingertip up where she can see it, then moves it back to her nipple and grazes the tip, softly, back and forth. Laura grits her teeth. "Vance, you.... arrrghhh please, umm... Ah, what did they say? Please stop doing that." He grins at her and stops, to her surprise. "Weeeell, you know how it is with these very old languages - there's always a suspicion the translation is duff, but it seeeeemed to be describing the effects of the 'seeker's bite'. The vine venom, I'm guessing. It was all in feminine gender, so that would be you... A lot of waffle about 'extra flow of milk' - that bit's clear enough. And some stuff I wasn't sure about, that might have been referring to greatly heightened desire. Considering the contrast between your behaviour last time we met and last night, I'm now thinking my translation was accurate. Following that, there was a rather vague bit. Guess what?" He suddenly flicks her nipple hard with a fingertip. "Owww! That... uh.. what? How would I know?" "Apparently, the venom is... um, somewhat 'moreish'. At least, I think that's what they meant. The text talked about how the 'seeker's servants' would never stray far, but always returned to feed the vine. Something about desire bringing them back, it was quite confusing. By the way, why is your clitoris sticking up like that, eh? Any idea? Surely a proper young woman such as yourself doesn't typically get morning hard-ons? Did you have such a good time last night, that you want more already?" He sits, looking at her silently, calculatingly. She has a feeling he's not telling her everything he knows. But then, that's a given with Harding. She doesn't know what to say, so many thoughts are whirling in her mind. Neither does he seem to expect any answer. After a few minutes, he sniffs the air. "Hmmm. I smell horny woman. And breakfast being cooked. So, I'll leave you alone now. Back in a while with something for you to heh heh... eat. Like last night. Anything _else_ you might need can wait till then. Bye now!" He gets up, and a moment later, he is gone. She can hear him greeting his men, and then their voices drift away. She is alone in the tent, just her... and her aching breasts, and throbbing clit, and full bladder. And, now she thinks of food, her rumbling stomach. Such a contrast! Her breasts feeling full to bursting, while her stomach complains it is empty. She is very thirsty too, as well as urgently needing to pee. Uncomfortable and stiff after a night spent tied up, yet still her sex is throbbing for attention. After a while, lying there listening to the men clattering around at the cooking fire outside, she almost wishes she was still strung up under the waterfall. At least there she could drink, and pee if she had to. And... come. It is becoming more of a struggle to hold her water now, only she finds to her dismay that when she clenches her muscles, it somehow increases the aching need in her sex. Heightening her unwanted desire, while doing nothing to relieve it. It's incredibly frustrating, the way her own body seems to be determined to torment her. Unless she chooses to wet herself, she has to clamp down every time her bladder contracts on its own. But with the sensations that clenching produces in her sex, her frustrated arousal soon becomes so intense that her hips begin their own reflexive thrusting, futilely attempting to somehow relieve the aching desire in her cunt. She is quite annoyed with herself, as well as dismayed. What is wrong with her? She has never felt anything like this before, can it be more of the vine chemicals affecting her? It must be... that is the only possible explanation for the state of her breasts. Those too are now becoming another part of the torment, since with her arousal, she can't help breathing rapidly - which is joggling her swollen breasts painfully. Yet even that is somehow feeding back to worsen the situation - for some reason, the pain of her breasts, and even the thought of how full they are, is adding to her excitement. The thought that... she needs so badly to be milked. And she is going to have to ask... them... to do it, since she rather doubts they will let her do it herself. She remembers the orgasms their play with her nipples brought her last night. Her vagina aches, frustrated, anticipating, as she squirms and tenses on the cot. After a while, she begins softly moaning. This time, her own sounds do not completely mask the sounds of the men returning, nor the smell of the cooked food they bring. Still though, when she opens her eyes, the tent flap is already pulled aside, and all of them are looking in at her, admiring her antics. She wills herself to hold still, but it is quite beyond her. She finds she can't even stop the small panting gasps she is making. The men leer, as they enter the tent and sit around her, holding their plates of steaming food. Harding remains standing. "Dear me, Laura, have you started without us? Ha ha! Never mind. Now, first things. Today we have much to do in the ruins. We must leave tomorrow, and so sadly my dear we cannot waste much time today entertaining you. I'm afraid you'll have to stay put as and where you are for the day. Keep you out of mischief, eh?" He grins cheerfully at her, letting the implications work in. She does not like the sound of this. Just as she is about to get over her embarrassment and ask to be assisted to pee, he speaks again. "Now, I recall last night you repeatedly made some claims regarding my parents, and my capacity for feeling. If I _was_ a _total_ bastard, today I could leave you to deal with your several little problems on your own. Nothing a dunking in the river in the evening wouldn't wash off you and the bed, I'm sure. However, to show you how wrong you were, we will now make your day much more comfortable. Behold!" From his pocket, he pulls some things that seem most incongruous in this rough jungle setting. He waves them in front of her - a handful of sealed, sterile clear plastic surgical packs. She sees some tubing, a syringe, and a tube of something. He sets them down on her stomach. "All the modern conveniences of home! Now, our breakfast is going cold, so I'll get this done quickly, then we eat. Hold still." With a concise, detached air, he opens a tube and applies the nozzle between her labia, squeezing out something that feels cool and slippery to her. Then he slits open the end of the bag containing the tubing, and carefully works out one rounded end of the tube, using the plastic bag to hold it. He holds it up in front of her face for a moment, and she realizes what it is. She's heard of these, but never seen one before. She hopes it won't hurt. He quickly moves the bag down to her sex and presses the end of the tube into her. Expertly, he slips it into her urethra and pushes. It slides in easily, and she feels the lump at the end slip through her tightly clenched sphincter. It's a very odd feeling, something pushing in there, yet nothing touching either her aching hard clit, or her aching empty vagina. She doesn't know how to react, apart from a small gasp. "Good, now don't let go. Nearly done." Swiftly, he opens a syringe, fills it with some fluid, uncoils the rest of the plastic tube from its bag, inserts the syringe needle into a small T-piece off the tubing near her crotch, and presses the plunger down carefully, judging the volume. Then he extracts the syringe, obviously done. She can't feel anything happening at all. Not till he tugs firmly on the tubing where it extends from her sex, and after a small length slides out, something inside her solidly blocks any further movement. Suddenly, her need to relieve herself intensifies mightily, and she struggles to hold it against the cramping contractions. "Ha ha! Pretty intense feeling, huh? Afraid of disgracing yourself in front of your friends? Don't be. You can't now, even if you tried. Go on, try it! Here, I'll help you make up your mind you want to." At this point, he starts applying a firm pull to the tube that now seems anchored inside her. He is pulling vertically upwards above her crotch, and the feeling inside her is intense. It isn't pain, exactly, and she isn't even sure it's unpleasant. But her hips automatically follow, to relieve the intensity of the feeling. He stops pulling, and her hips fall back. He pulls again, and she follows, this time groaning. Such a strong feeling, tugging inside her; in her already aroused state, it's impossible not to interpret the feeling as sexual. "Ohhhhhuuuhhhhfffffff" He pulls higher this time, and she strains her hips upwards till her body is an arch. Her bladder is so strained! "Hey, this is fun! Just like fishing. I've hooked a mermaid!" He holds her there for a few moments, her muscles straining. She starts to let herself sink backwards, partly from the strain, and partly because she is deciding she wants more of that pulling feeling. He lets her descend only part way, then changes his steady pull to a rapid, light jerking on the tube. "UuuuooogghhhHH! UhhhhH! Uhhhh! OOOOOhhhhhh! Ooooohhh!"She cries out at the sensations, as her hips buck in response. It feels every bit as intense as being fucked, yet... different. If only her bladder wasn't cramping painfully, it might be... it might be very nice. "Ha, like that, eh? Horny bitch, aren't you? Well, enough of this, my breakfast is going cold. Here, lie back again now, couple more little details." He lets go of the tube and presses a hand down on her belly just above her mound. On her over-full bladder - ouch! She drops back to the cot. He applies the syringe needle to another of the side pieces dangling off the tube near her crotch and again injects fluid carefully. This time she does feel something; very much so. Right at the opening of her sex, where the tube enters her, she feels a stretching, and at the same time the tube moves inside her. The feeling of tension against her insides returns somewhat. When he is done with the syringe, she can feel something rounded pressing between her labia, just in front of the opening of her vagina. The inside 'pull' is quite strong, and when she tenses again, she feels the bulge at her opening pull inwards strongly. He tugs at the tube again, then pushes it towards her. It doesn't move, other than to vary the feelings of tension and pressure. "OK, I guess by now you figured out this is a renal catheter. The end of it is inside your bladder and is now pumped up to about the size of a golf ball. It's not coming out until I release the fluid with the syringe again. Where it goes into you, there's now another bulb expanded. The tension you feel is due to the tube between the bulbs being a little shorter than the natural length of your urethra. So each bulb is being pressed against an end of your delicate girlish plumbing. The result is a kind of bath plug - there is no way pee is coming out of you now, other than by this tube. Which has a valve on it here, see?" He holds it up; sure enough, a small valve, with a green plastic knob. "You can relax, or push, or cramp down all you like, nothing is going to happen till I turn this valve. Got that?" He stares into her eyes and waits. "I said, have you got that? A nice polite 'yes sir' will do. Otherwise, we'll explore my various options regarding how long I'll leave you to stew, and when you'll actually suffer an internal pressure injury. Or perhaps where I might place the other end of the tube before I do turn this cute little valve here. Up your nose, perhaps?" For the first time, she sees an anger behind his carefully maintained air of near-indifference. "Ye... yes, sir." "Good. I'm glad we're clear on that." He turns away from her, unrolling the long tubing towards the tent door. "As for where the pee will go if and when I do allow it, this ain't no hospital. Soooo..." He places the tube end over a rock beside the tent door and weighs it down with another rock. "That will have to do. Bush toilet. Simple but effective! Now. One last little detail before you can pee, and then you and I eat. A question for you. And bear in mind that right after breakfast everyone but you is heading off to the ruins again, and we'll be away all day. You'll be lying here, exactly as you are now. So the question is, what other things do you want us to do for you before we go? I'll leave the catheter open, and a water bottle with a tube you can drink from. Anything else, I want you to ask for. Ask now, or do without." He waits a moment, then seems to decide to add more. "Oh, and it's not that I don't know of several things you need. It's just that I'm a bastard, and choose to humiliate you by making you ask for them. Or suffer all day, if you can't bring yourself to ask." He sits back, cross-legged on the tent floor next to her, picks up his plate and begins eating. With his mouth full, he adds "Mmmmm don't take too long to think about it, the rest of us have a busy day ahead. You _know_ perfectly well what _you_ need, eh? Mmmm oh, and don't forget the 'please sir'." Dazed, she struggles to consider his words. What does she really need? To pee, but it's not that. She can think of... oh. ...oh. Her breasts. They seem to have become even more painfully swollen since she awoke. At that rate, by the end of the day they'd surely have burst, or something. Like her bladder is near to bursting. It's disconcerting how every time she clenches up now, there is that pulling feeling right at the entrance to her sex. It faintly tickles her clit, and so her reflexes seem to keep doing it even when she tries to stop. She realizes she absolutely will have to ask to have her breasts milked. But... she is so horny! Maybe she'll come as they milk her? Still, maybe not! What then? It must be something the vine venom has done to her that's making her so aroused all the time, but the frustration is unbearable! If only she could come! God! Uhhhh! She realizes her thoughts have sneaked around her self-control again, and she has begun humping her hips again. Damn! That catheter keeps teasing her clit so subtly, every time she moves. When he pulled on it... yes, that was a good feeling. What if he'd kept doing it? Ahhh! Concentrate! Damn, even if they do her breasts now, and she comes, they'll be full again by the afternoon, and she'll probably get horny again. All afternoon, tied to the cot alone. Thinking about when they come back, and spend the evening raping her. Again. Oh god, what is wrong with her! Just thinking about it makes her whole body shiver and tingle! Rape, rape... With five of them they can keep her filled non-stop. Last night they did anyway. Nonstop for hours. And she never stopped coming... Fucking vine, what has it done to her? Fuck, fuck! Her cunt is burning so much she wishes they'd rape her right now! Oh god, oh god she needs to cum... Uhhh.. uhhh.... "Hey! Hey Laura! Laura! I said _ask_ me, not show me! Come on, watching you play air fuck is interesting, but there's work to be done. Have your say, or we'll leave you now, full bladder and all." He has finished eating and now pays her full attention again. Leaning across her body, he peers closely at her sex. Pulls her labia wide apart and inspects the catheter placement. He grabs the outer bulb and spends a moment twisting and jiggling it, which causes her to groan and thrust her hips up towards his hands. "Sure, you like that. So? Tell me about it if you want more. Shit, your clit is swollen up hard as a rock, did you know?" As he strokes it briefly, she tenses up rigidly, whimpering with pleasure. "Ha. Apparently you did know. Well, the vine is an aphrodisiac to beat all aphrodisiacs, that's clear. How about here? Sensitive here?" He slides his fingers downwards, past the catheter, and slips a single finger deeply into her vagina, teasing it around in her. Again she goes rigid, gasping, with her body arched up to his finger. He takes it out. "Yep, sure are. Steaming hot pussy. What does pussy want, hmmm? Meanwhile back at the ranch, what's over here in the coral out back?" With his finger lubricated with the jelly he'd applied before, as well as her own fluids, he places the fingertip against her ring and presses inwards. She's never, ever had anything there before, and this time tenses up from shock. Attempting to clamp him out, but still his slippery finger slides straight in. She gasps "Oh! No, please! I don't... please!" "Yes you do, now. Hmmm. Seems like that's one thing you don't need to do this morning. Good, I really didn't want to go through that rigmarole. More entertainment for tonight too. So, you don't like this, eh?" He twists his finger around in her rear, pumping it in and out rapidly. She shudders, and then realizes in shock that her pelvis is actually thrusting back at his finger! Ahhh! That feeling in her pussy, the need for penetration, it's so strong that it's confused her mind. Surely she can't _want_ penetration _there_ too? But... it feels... it feels... "Surprised you huh? Well, we'll explore that more too, later." He stops, withdrawing his finger. Sits back, pours some water on a cloth and wipes his hands. "OK, coming up to moment of truth time here. Last requests?" He places the flat of his hand back on her belly, cupping the swell of her stretched bladder. He taps his fingers, as if to a tune. Tap, tappity tap, tap-tap... Each tap makes her need to pee more urgent. "We're waaaaiting..." The tent is silent for long moments, with only the drum-like tapping sound. Outside, the jungle carries on its early morning mayhem. For Laura, it has all been seeming like some kind of unbelievable dream, that flung her from one confusing sensory overload to the next. Ever since she lowered herself onto the lingham in the temple, she has hardly been able to think clearly for a moment. But somehow, Harding's finger in her rear shocked her into a sense of reality. This is really happening to her. She's a captive, of five unpredictable males, deep in the jungle. No one knows where she is. They are not going to let her go, and don't seem to even care much if she lives or dies. Let alone care whether she objects to their taking her any way they will. She's naked, bound, and strange vegetable poisons are playing havoc with her libido. If she has to lie here all day, with her breasts gradually bursting with pressure from her weirdly exaggerated milk production, she could die. Or go mad. She had better try to live with it. "Uh... I need... my breasts. Could you please milk my breasts, they really hurt. The vine, I guess. Uh, sir." She pauses, considering. Then decides, 'in for a penny, in for a pounding.' "Um, and... and... could I have some breakfast too please, and... you know..."Something to um... eat... oh... oh hell. Could you please fuck me too, sir? I really need to um... to cum. Sir." The four native porters have been very quiet up till this point. Perhaps Harding had instructed them to keep quiet. But at her request, they all break out in raucous laughter, rolling back on their heels and making very obviously sexual gestures. They clearly think it's very, very funny. Harding's attitude barely changes. If anything, he seems faintly surprised, behind his usual sneeringly casual grin. "Okay... Okay, guys. Guys! Thank you. See, Laura, I knew you could get a grip on the situation. Well done, I suppose I should say. I agree, it seems the venom has had a quite extreme effect. It will be most interesting to see how long it persists. In the meantime, yes, you'll have to have regular milkings. As for the fucking... why, Laura, shame on you! No one ever died from horniness, so I don't see what you are complaining about. Surely you can't be looking for a repeat of last night's orgy, so soon? Can't wait till tonight? Well, sorry. For one thing, we don't have time. Secondly, I don't give a damn if you do lie there all day frustrated to hell. Thirdly, it will be interesting to see how your condition progresses with... and without stimulation. Today it will be without. Okay, boys, breasts only. Remember what I said!" With that, he leans forward and, wrapping his palms around her aching breast, takes the swollen nipple into his mouth. Squeezing her breast, he sucks strongly at her teat, while squeezing it with his lips and teeth. There is an immediate, strong jet of milk, surprising in its strength. He lets go with his mouth and grips the nipple with his fingers. Milking it like a cow's teat, he fires several fine but strong streams of milk into the air. "Look at that, boys! Thar she blows! Holy shit..." He keeps kneading her nipple, and the jets become stronger and thicker. After a minute or so of this, her nipple is almost jetting all by itself. He barely has to stroke it to produce the streams. Another fellow has begun the same work on her other breast, and soon it too is jetting milky streams into the air. Laura is writhing, head thrown back, with an expression of relief and ecstasy. Ohhh... her breasts... soooo good. She can feel the milk flowing in them, converging on her nipples. The painful pressure is relieving, rapidly. Her nipples are sooooo sensitive too, and again seem to be directly connected to her clitoris. She can tell it won't take much of this to make her come. So much for Harding's 'don't have time, don't give a damn.' Screw him! she thinks. "Ahhhh fuuuckkk.... Uuuuummmmmmm....." Realizing she is moaning in pleasure, she tries to force herself to be quiet. Or to at least pant open-mouthed without adding voice to her rapid breaths. "Uuughhh... Uunnnhhh...." It's not easy to keep quiet, with such feelings building inside her. Laura is so focused on trying to keep herself silent, and not give away her approaching orgasm, that she completely fails to notice that her hips are again bucking up, and dropping, each time she tenses her behind, thighs and internal muscles. Of course, no one else in the tent fails to notice her humping the air. With her tensing thighs spread as wide as she can in the bonds, and her pussy swollen, red and glistening wet with her juices, it would be hard to miss, as she thrust it upwards emptily. With nothing under her but the flat cot to which she is bound at wrists and ankles, she has plenty of room to flex her body, and does. Despite the distraction of watching the astonishingly prolific jetting of milk from her nipples as they are squeezed and worked by rough fingers, they all can see that Laura is approaching orgasm. Vance's men are winking at each other, and loosening their pants over erections, when Harding frowns at them, shaking his head. In Spanish, softly: "No, guys, not now. Save it for tonight. We've work to do today, remember? Don't worry, she will be hot like a fire by evening! Now, go and prepare the equipment. I will deal with this one. Heh. No such fun for her this morning. The better for tonight!" Vance takes over her other nipple as well, and continues milking her a few more moments. Only now he does it carefully, with pauses, as he watches her body and pelvis undulating in her arousal. Her eyes are closed again, and her breath comes in gasps. She seems very close. The men are not happy, but rise and leave, making sure to enjoy the sight of her till the very last moment when the tent flap falls shut behind them. Harding is still squeezing her nipples and breasts rhythmically, although the milk flow has slowed. Her breasts don't look quite as swollen as before they began, and her chest, face and stomach are running with her own sprayed milk. Once they have left, Vance suddenly quits her nipples, and searches in a bag on the tent floor. Laura whimpers in frustration, but he ignores her. "Ah, this will do," he considers to himself, coming up with what looks like a thin wooden drumstick, but with a small ball on both ends. The dowel between is thin, a foot long, and painted with alternating black and white bands, one inch each. Laura has opened her eyes again now that the pleasures from her nipples have stopped. Still in a daze of arousal, she wonders what he's doing fooling with a photographic scale marker, when he should be milking her breasts. She is so close! She gets her answer when, without any ceremony, he bends over her sex and abruptly thrusts one end of the marker past the catheter tube, into her vagina, pushing it into her slickness until over half of it is out of sight. She gasps, but more in offended surprise than from the sensation - which isn't all that much. The ball is only about half an inch in diameter, and the stick is so thin she can barely feel it. He lets go of it as she bucks her hips in an automatic attempt to dislodge it. It moves with her, and in a moment she can barely feel that it's still in there. "What! What did you do that for! Take it..." "Shush!" He taps her on the lips with his fingertip. "It stays. Now, a little more milking, and we're done, apart from food and pee." So saying, he resumes his work at her nipples, and Laura is immediately reminded of how very, very hot she feels, and how close her come is hovering... Moaning, she falls back again, one more humping frustratedly. The stick inside her pussy makes no significant difference to the empty feeling inside her, around which her pussy muscles are clenching and relaxing as she urges herself closer and closer. Now though, there is a difference. Just not for her. Vance watches the extended end of the ruler carefully as he milks her, for the tale it reveals of her internal muscle actions. Now he can see every clench, every contraction of her internal pelvic muscles, as the stick with its black and white striping for visibility, does its own dance even when her pelvis is locked motionless. He listens to her gasping, and the twitching of the stick, carefully judging... waiting... And then he suddenly stops. "Well, that's enough milking for this morning. Besides, looks to me like you were about to come, and I did say I didn't want you to. Okay, food. Hey, Laura! Laura, pay attention!" She really was about to come - he'd judged the instant to perfection. Laura finds herself left hanging, right on the shuddering edge of the precipice. As his meaning sinks into her barely functioning mind, she is dismayed. She feels like screaming, like thrashing violently. No no no! Oh God.... The feeling of incredible tension in her pelvis is worse than her breasts felt as she woke up! He shakes his head ruefully. "Well, I must be fair; you can't pay attention just now, right? So, anyway..." He rummages again in the bag, this time producing a pair of metal handcuffs. Attaching it to her right wrist, he unties that hand, then clips the other side of the handcuff to the short metal stand of the cot. He experiments, moving her hand around, testing the limits of her reach. She can reach her head, mouth, and the ground next to the low cot near her head. Nothing further. Not her other wrist, or her breasts. "Good. Well, I haven't got all day, so you can feed yourself." He shifts a plate with her breakfast, and a water bottle to the area she can reach. "Bye now! See you this evening. Be good!" Rising to leave, he pauses. "Oh, silly me, almost forgot." He gives the valve on her catheter a quick twist, and she feels her over-full bladder emptying. Then in a moment, he is gone. She hears him chatting with the others, the sound of packs being lifted onto shoulders, and then footsteps, fading away. A last burst of laughter in the distance, and the camp is silent. 'Bastard! That BASTARD!' she screams to herself in her head. 'He knew. He deliberately set her up, right on the edge, then left her hanging. Bastard!' She lifts her head, and looks down her naked figure at her out-of-reach aching sex. The stripey ruler is still there, sticking out of her cunt. She tries pushing down to expel it - nothing doing. Its end just jiggles around a bit as she tries. The faint feeling of the dowel shifting inside is doing nothing to help her desperate need. A need she can actually see - there is her aching hard clitoris, sticking up from between her swollen labia. Terrific. She lets herself fall back onto the cot. Fucking terrific. She should have tossed him into that gorge. It's going to be a long, long day.	4
103,731	Harry and Harley	Harry stumbled and slipped on the cobblestone ground below him, and without pausing to wince at the pain, he scrambled to his knees. His eyes glanced around wildly at the strangeness surrounding him. There wasn't really anything strange, per se, but it was quite odd. He was outside, now. Moreover, it was nighttime. He had only arrived at the ministry an hour earlier, and it was fairly late in the afternoon, but the summer sun usually set around nine. Harry glanced at his broken but usable wristwatch. 6:39. He held his wand tightly in his hand, his breath staggering. This wasn't where the ministry was. In fact, he wasn't sure he was in London anymore. Sirens sounded in the distance. Harry, having grown up in London, knew immediately that something was off about the siren. It was unlike anything he had ever heard before. He didn't have time to think. Mere seconds ago, he had been chasing his godfather, and now, he was nowhere in sight. The green-eyed wizard furrowed his brow at his surroundings. In the distance, his keen eyes spotted a large 'W' on a skyscraper, and an even larger, oddly shaped tower. It was unlike anything he had heard of or seen in his lifetime. He sighed to himself, frustrated. "Bloody hell, Sirius. What've you gotten yourself into?" He stood up and checked his surroundings once more. Nothing was coming to him. One thing was certain, as he looked up at the streetlights and the bright neon glows - he was certainly nowhere near any wizards. He slid his wand up his sleeve, more thankful than ever for the holster Moody gave him the past Christmas, and ran his hand through his dirty, sweat-soaked hair. He looked like he had just gone through a war, and he did. It all happened so quickly - it took him a moment for the memories of the battle that just took place to come to him. By the time the Order had arrived, everything was relatively under control. There were a few small panics - from Harry smashing the prophecy orb into the side of Crabbe's head when he made a lewd comment about Luna, to a still brain-addled Ron sending a badly-aimed cutting curse at Lucius's wand, instead hitting his throat. It was just them versus Bellatrix, Goyle, Rockwood, Dolohov, Nott and Macnair. The best of Voldemort's Death Eaters vs. the entire Order. For all intents and purposes, the odds were on the side of the light. Then Sirius began taunting her. And then she struck him through the veil. Harry shook his head. He had to be around here somewhere. The sirens were getting louder, and Harry thought quickly. He shouldn't be out here in the middle of the street, looking as out-of-place as he did. He had no form of identification on him, and he didn't want to answer any questions if he looked suspicious enough to pull over and talk to. He ran into a local alleyway behind the mart and pressed his back against the shadows as the sirens got closer. He was surprised to see five police cars speed down the street, all wailing annoyingly loud; so much so, he covered his ears until it passed. He took note of the 'GPD Police' on the side of the patrol cars and leaned heavily against the wall. This just wasn't a good day for him. He uncovered his ears and breathed a sigh of relief. His ears twitched, and on pure instinct, he unholstered his wand and jabbed into an empty space next to him. Or, what should have been an empty space. "Ouch! Hey, watch it, Busta!" "Who are you?" Harry growled, the darkness impairing his vision, along with the sweat from his fringe dripping onto his nose. He didn't dare try to shake the sweat away, not while he had them at wandpoint. She sounded very much like a girl, but... "Why were you hiding?" He felt his hand smacked away, and he quickly jabbed it back. "Ouch! I'm warning ya!" The tip of his wand glowed red. "I am not in the mood. Who. Are. You." The girl with the strange accent gulped audibly. "Wow, heh. You pull that off as well as Bats could. Who are ya, anyways?" Something scraped along the bricks of the wall beside them. His wand flashed, and in a moment, he had her tightly wrapped in ropes before she even knew it. Harry raised an eyebrow at what he just saw, when the flash of light allowed him to see her for a sliver of a second. "Hey! What are ya - HEY! Let me GO, ya CREEP!" "You sure you want the police to hear you?" he asked her, glancing over at the instrument that she had grabbed while she was talking to him. He could not see it all that well, and at this point, he didn't care. 'Lumos,' he thought, and a soft white glow emitted from his wand. He inspected the girl he had captured and whistled lowly. "I've never been called a creep by a jester before..." The ropes were wrapped around her form pretty tightly, so he could see that her curves were not what he was expecting from a woman who had five police cars chasing after her. The ropes had gone as far as her knees to her mouth, and she kicked as best she could and screamed as best as she could - which wasn't much. Harry slid down alongside the wall, before placing the wand in his lap, the glowing tip facing the mysterious woman dressed as a jester. "I have to admit, you're probably a step up from Bellatrix in crazy. And looks." Despite the fact that the jester was tied down and gagged, he could see a faint blush on her cheeks. Harry cocked his head at her rather unusual response. She muffled something, and it didn't sound very nice. He stood up, looked out from the corner, and seeing no one around, walked away from her. He didn't get very far before her screams became frantic. With a wordless spell, the ropes around her mouth loosened. "HARLEY QUINN! COME BACK HERE! IT'S - ! Oh." She looked up at him as best she could, her black painted lips in a frown. "You gonna let me go now?" Harry frowned. "What kind of name is that? A stage name?" She smirked. "You could say that. Now can you let me go already? I have to meet up with a friend." Harry approached her and squatted on his haunches. "Any reason you were running from the police?" She frowned. "Shouldn't I be asking you that question? You're the one that's holding me hostage." He shined his wand over to the wall to properly investigate the sound that made him shoot first. He raised an eyebrow. "Yes, but... I don't have a sledgehammer." She looked indignant at his words. "It's a mallet, bonehead. Wanna see the difference?" Harry shrugged. "Not really. Though I am interested in where you hide the sledgehammer." Another reason to berate Sirius when he found him; he had learned far too much. She growled with impatience. "I'd be happy to show you if you let me go." After a few seconds, she narrowed her eyes. "How'd you not know who I am? Where are you from?" "Not around here," he said testily, still eyeing the comically oversized mallet. It did not look like a weapon such a small girl like her could be comfortable handling. "Does 'Britain' sound familiar to you?" "Don't have to be such a smartass," she muttered, rolling around in the ropes, desperate to find some leverage to get up. With a spell (Wingardium Leviosa), her body moved upwards until she was leaning against the brick wall. Thinking quickly, he wrapped her legs in ropes as well. After getting over her immediate shock, she glared at him as he stood. "Ya know, you coulda just let me go." Harry nodded. "I also coulda just left you here. Or summon the police back." She grinned maliciously. "And then what? Leave me to tell them about your powers?" "Because I'm sure you have a reputation for being trustworthy and honest." He went back to her old question. "Well? Tell me. What makes you think that I should know you?" Her look towards him soured, since he pointed out that she was a criminal and no one would ever believe her story. She shuffled her feet forward with minimum effort before she pushed herself away from the wall. She now stood perpendicular to him, and he got a good look at her nicely wrapped figure. With no hint of sarcasm or humor, she bunny-hopped to him, half-grunting as she did so, her boots making a slight clop. Harry did nothing but watch on with barely hidden amusement. With one final, fantastic leap, she stood her ground near inches from the green-eyed wizard, who was her exact height, and smirked evilly into his bright green eyes. "Because, kid; I'm your worst nightmare. And if you don't let me go right now, and I mean right now, then I will show you what my mallet can do against your little stick." Harry considered his options here.On the one hand, she was surely a force to be reckoned with, and he had caught her unprepared. That was very clear by the large, intimidating weapon behind her and the numerous police cars chasing her. She was more than a criminal, he realized; she was a villain. He had enough of those to deal with as it was. On the other hand... "Yours may be bigger, but I know how to use mine." He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. She squeaked loudly and tried to lean back away from him, and he kept up flawlessly, leaning forward, adding just the right amount of pressure. She began scuttling back, and he paced with her, his lips in tandem with hers. He reached up to her right pigtail (the red one) and twirled it around his finger. Harley's knees wobbled, and if they weren't held together so tightly, she would have collapsed. She had, of course, been kissed a few times, but she would be ashamed to say that this was the best kiss she'd ever gotten, and he hadn't even gotten past her lips yet! Wait, What? Her eyes opened in disbelief - she didn't even remember closing them - and struggled anew. What did she mean by 'yet'? Was she anticipating his tongue or something? She had a fascination with psychology before she got into crime, and while she consistently tried to defend her actions, she was sure she was tipping the scales towards insanity at this very moment. Harry licked her lips encouragingly and, almost by instinct, as if she actually wanted this to happen, she opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to nip at her teeth, before mingling with her own. She half noticed that she had stopped struggling once again, and that her eyes were closed, once again. Fuck it. She was going to kill the kid anyway. Might as well give him a last kiss from the hottest girl he'd ever meet. Last kiss... Her eyes popped open, and she jumped backwards, finally out of his grasp. She stumbled backwards when she landed, and before she could fall flat on her back, the perceptively fast boy caught her around her waist. "Not enjoying yourself?" He inquired, grinning at her flushed cheeks and heaving breath. She probably hadn't noticed, but her ropes had been loosened considerably around her stomach and heaving bosom. You needed to breathe well in order to truly enjoy a kiss, after all. Her blue eyes locked onto his green eyes with shock. "You should be dead," she muttered, licking her lips. She scanned his face. There were no veins pulsing, no discoloration, no extreme paleness on his character. She never had the chance to use this particular lipstick, but Ivy had told her how it should work. Was this a faulty batch? Ivy didn't make many mistakes, and this was her favorite formula. She narrowed her eyes. Apparently, his powers went beyond what he could do with that stick. "What are you?" He stood her up properly before spelling the binds to disappear. She shook on her feet, trying to regain function of her body, and he was counting on that. "I'm just a bloke that wanted a kiss from a pretty girl before she tried to smash my head in." She stumbled around, trying to get feeling back into her legs, before her hand found something for leverage. She grinned dangerously at the object. "Sorry, kid. But I don't try anything!" She gripped around the handle of the mallet and, with one smooth move, flung the large tool in a perfect arc, and slammed it into the side of the brick wall. It cracked massively from the force, but the foundation held still. She blinked. She expected his head to be there. She stared cautiously around, hefting her mallet up to her shoulder, before scowling. "I swear, if I wasn't almost convinced he was Zatanna's sidekick, I'd say he belonged to Bats himself." She turned on the spot and walked away, making sure to add a little sway in her ass with each step. Just in case he was watching. "Ya just made my list, kid. And that's not a good list to be on." Harry, hidden under the Potter family cloak, tilted his head at the beautiful villain the tight jester's outfit showcased, memorizing her curves as she sashayed out of the alley and into the open night. He had no idea where he was, and he had no idea how to get back. And, right now, enjoying the view, he could safely say that he was okay with that.Pamela placed the tea on the table and crossed her arms under her generous breasts, hefting them up a bit. She noted that Harley was so nervous she didn't so much as glance down. In this case, it was hurting her not to look - to look at her as she always did. "Are they affecting you now?" She shook her head swiftly, her eyes steadfastly on the redhead's. Ivy leaned back. "Remember when you came home from school last month? When you told me about eye movements?" Harley blinked a couple of times. "Uh, yeah..." A sign of recognition ran across her face, before it morphed quickly. Fear. And that, above everything, was the final proof for Pamela Isley. "When I asked you why you couldn't bite his tongue, you looked up and to the right. Tell me what that means, Harleen." She gulped nervously, her lip quivering. At this point, Ivy knew that this was the point to stop. She pressed on. "What was in your mind when you bit your lip, when you were quivering in your seat like a little slut, Harley?" She winced at her own wording. True, Harley was her slut, and it was her favorite word to hear, but outside of sex, it was damn near a taboo word. Harleen's eyes began watering. "To visually recall s-something. A c-clear picture. Please, Red..." She pushed herself away from the table. She glanced away from the green/redhead as she stood on slightly shaky legs. It was a testament to how hurt she was from Harley's actions, as her movements lost its grace. "Get out, Harleen." Her black-sheened lips opened in a large 'O' as the first tear fell. "Red?" She asked, her whisper broken. "Figure out what you want, Harls. We're not doing this because we're business partners and fuck buddies. You mean a lot to me. I thought you'd feel the same." "But, Red... Pammy, I do..." She leaned against the table, her head still facing away from Harley's. "I know. And that's why it hurts what you did." She moved away from the table towards her room. "Leave. Before my babies make you." The door slammed. Harry Potter frowned at the scene that played out in front of him, silently leaning beside the sink. While it was technically rude for him to spy on people like this, they honestly should've thought of that before he got an Invisibility Cloak for Christmas. He almost grinned at the adventures he had gone through with the family heirloom. The only thing that kept him from remembering the Quidditch Girls locker room was the girl in front of him and the tears that hit the table. Harry sighed to himself - he was always uncomfortable being around crying girls, but he had gotten much more experience dealing with them in the past year than he really wanted to. Attempting to smash his head in with a sledgehammer/mallet/whatever aside, he felt that while she had escalated the situation, he had started this, so he resolved to find some way to help her. And, as Hermione said, he had a bit of a saving-people-thing. It was how he got to... wherever he was, in the first place. After casting a few spells, he sheathed his wand and removed his cloak, pocketing it in the oversized compartment in his cargo pants. It took a number of minutes for her to notice him, her head having been in her hands for a long time. And Harry could see the internal war going on in her head of whether he existed or not, refusing to look directly at him, for fear that it might be a hallucination. He may not have taken psychology class, but he read once in the muggle library about eye patterns. He found it ironic that she had to look up and to the right to see his face. When she had recalled them kissing earlier, she unknowingly stared into his eyes. Now, he found himself under her attention again, her eyes wavering, as if she wasn't sure what she was looking at for a good, long moment. Then she spoke. "I have to kill you." Hermione also mentioned that his saving-people-thing would one day kill him. She was the smartest of their generation for a reason. He blew a short breath through his nose. "Can I get another kiss, then?" Her brow furrowed, and now, she was looking at him directly. Then, smoothly, she scooped up Pamela's discarded mug and slung it at him. It shattered against his shield, its hot liquid steaming off the side of the small dome surrounding him, but before he could relax, like the grace of a professional acrobat, she pushed back her chair and in one smooth motion, flipped towards him. Pamela slid down against the door, her head in her hands. Ten minutes. That's all she needed. Harley had nowhere to go. She wasn't old enough to find anywhere to live. And, above all, she was a widely wanted criminal that just pulled off a heist. She wasn't going to let her leave the greenhouse. Her babies, the vines that surrounded them, weren't going to let her. Sometimes her babies knew her better than herself. But she was still pissed. She desperately needed to cool down and find it in her to forgive Harleen. She could forgive Harleen for the small stuff easily. She didn't /allow/ herself to be captured, especially by someone with powers. She didn't force herself on him. Harley had never been kissed by a boy, so it was probably a strange and new feeling for her to be touched by another. She could forgive all of that. When taking a teenager for a lover and crime partner in training, it was obvious that she had to deal with teenage moments, even though she wasn't that far removed from it, being nineteen years old herself. No, it was two things. One, she lied about it, coming home with reapplied lipstick, and kissing her goodnight before she went to bed. And she /tasted/ him on the girl's tongue. If she had kissed a guard to poison him, she'd understand. She had done that a few times, and had given Harley her own tube in case she ever needed to. But there was no poison on Harley's /tongue/. Her own tongue was very sensitive, hyperaware of other scents and tastes. It was as useful as a snake's, but since she wasn't a snake, it wasn't very useful very often. Now, however, she wished she didn't have it. She hated men. She just hated them. There was no deep, dark story of abuse that scarred her for life. No drunk father or uncle that gave her a permanent perception of men (No father at all, actually). Just the idea that every day, they kill more of her babies, set her off. There were no lumber/jills/ around that warranted her hate. There were no female business tycoons desperately looking for expansion. And, of course, a man turned her into what she was today. But she was thankful for that. Even as she pushed him into a lethal pit of thorns of her creation, she blew him a kiss and thanked him. Over time, that hatred led to a pure disgust. The few times she had resolved to seduce a guard to kiss him, to mainly show off to her partner-in-training how it's done, she washed out her mouth. It was never really needed, but they tended to try to force their tongues before they realized their breaths were wearing thin, and she always felt a bit unsettled. She was neutral to women. Some were just as disgusting as men when it came to the environment. If not, then they were doing next to nothing to stop it. Harley was the only one who managed to get to her, her personality and looks just intoxicating. If anything, Pamela was asexual. The irony didn't escape her. She blew a breath into the air, something that always relaxed her. Maybe it reminded her of when her mother smoked cigarettes and felt calm immediately afterwards, but it always helped. Now... it was helping. Probably. At least at this point, she could see that she was blowing this out of proportion, and she certainly couldn't kick Harley out for this indiscretion. She stood up, her bare feet sliding against the bare floor as she slid away from the door, and swiftly opened it. "Fuck," she breathed, her hands clasped against his. "You're real?" Harry grinned cheekily. "As real as your love for me." She snarled and pushed harder, but he wouldn't budge. She lifted her knee and brought it up to his groin as hard as she could. "Ah!" Her eyes bulged in pain, and she fell over, Harry letting go of her hands for her to grab her knee. "I don't know who Juliet is," he muttered, somewhat enjoying her writhing along the floor, "but I made precautions to make sure she doesn't go for my bits." "F-fuck... you..." Harry just hmm'ed to himself. Much like allusions to his name, Sirius once told him that sometimes a joke was simply too easy to make. "So, what's all this about killing me?" She grunted something, and his wand slid back down his sleeve into his open palm. "Do I have to tie you up again?" "Pammy!" she screamed, her tears coming back. Harry shook his head. "Silencing ward. Shield charm. No one can hear you." He blinked, listening to himself. "That sounds more menacing than I wanted it." "Get the fuck out of our house!" She screamed at him, and struggled to get back to her feet. He shook his head, again. "You're just going to hunt me down after this. I can't risk that. I'm going to have to erase the memories of the both of you." He was very aware that the Ministry Owls hadn't sent him any letters yet, and he was using that to his full advantage. Whether they still had their own problems to deal with (Bellatrix and Co.) or, just maybe, where he was, there was only one magic user on earth right now, and he didn't need that information spreading. She grabbed onto the waist of his pants, and again showing her strength, she launched herself up and kissed him on the lips.It didn't take long for Harry to try to figure out what she was doing with the wild kiss that came out of nowhere, and while he probably should have admitted to her that he was immune to not only many poisons, but many diseases and sicknesses - perks of being the head of his family - he still returned the kiss. And he licked at her lips once again. She pushed him away, exerting more effort than was necessary. In Harry's opinion, she looked like she had forced herself to separate from him. "Why - why aren't you dead? Why can't you just /die/?!" She looked almost pleading at this point. His fingers twitched, and he dropped the wand. Before she could do anything, he grabbed her by her waist and put his other hand behind her neck. She stared breathless into his green eyes, intense and focused. Her own eyes glanced around his face, a little scared of what he had planned next. He leaned down and kissed her again, and sought immediate entrance into her mouth. She brought her hands up to his chest, prepared to beat him away, before her fists tightened. After a second, however, her fingers fell limp against his chest and she opened her mouth a little, allowing his tongue entry once again. Fuck it. If she was going to go down like this - to have her Pammy mad at her for something out of her control, at least go down in a way that made her feel like she deserved it. She felt him lift her knee and rub the kneecap with his thumb, and she winced at the pain. She usually wore kneepads and elbow pads for combat, but she had taken them off shortly after she got home. She never even had the opportunity to /use/ them until he came along. Perfect fucking timing. The pain in her knee numbed, and soon, went away. She moaned in pleasure when it began to feel better, and then it began to feel /good/. Minutes after her first lover broke up with her, and she found her first real pleasure point outside her erogenous zones. Again; timing. Maybe she /was/ a slut. A whore. A technical virgin of a scarlet Harlot. Harley the Harlot. Thank God /that/ wasn't the nickname she carried through junior high school. She was as chaste as they came until she was seduced by Pammy. If anything, she'd have been Virgin Quinzel... Virginzel... Heh heh, she cracked herself up. "Something funny?" He had stopped kissing her long ago, the moment she became unresponsive. He had taken the time to observe her - he didn't bother to look at her eye patterns, for he didn't memorize the chart - and he realized that 'Pammy' was the luckiest woman in the world. He knew that she had every intention of keeping Harley here. He saw it in her expression. She looked pissed. Not sad, or resolved. It was a ten to twenty minute rage period, one that he was very familiar with, and she just wanted time to cool off. Not to mention, the vines haven't touched Harley yet. Though it was curious why they hadn't attacked him since he followed her into the greenhouse, he'd rather not count his blessings. Still, the shield charm held strong, in case they decided to attack. Still; Pammy was a lucky girl. Granted, Harley was very lucky as well - the woman oozed sensuality and was beautiful all around. Her single button up dress shirt covering her braless DD-cup bust and green leaf panties helped as well, but what he found himself staring at more than he would ever care to admit to was the long flowing red hair that fell to the middle of her back. It was brighter than any Weasley's hair, and sleeker than Fleur's hair at her most beautiful. Her eyes were simply, a reflection of his own emerald irises. Not brighter, not duller. Not a different shade. Just... pure. He doubted the purity of her character in comparison to her eyes, but it was nevertheless intoxicating. However, as he gazed into the sky blue eyes of Harley Quinn, he felt a pulse to his loins that almost shattered the shield he formed around it. Granted, he had been sporting a semi since he had first kissed Harley, and it had been fluctuating ever since, peaking at the moment he saw the green-skinned beauty for the first time. But as he gazed at her cosmetically flushed cheeks, her mascara-covered eyes, and her smudged lips He frowned. She giggled. And then he asked if something was funny. She looked at him in surprise, as if just shocked at how close he was to her. He pulled his hand from behind her head and held her chin still. Her makeup began to disappear from her face, her true beauty utterly exposed to him. After a few quiet, tenseless moments, he kissed her again. /Much/ better, he decided. Harley's eyes furrowed in confusion as he kissed her again. It felt... weird. Different from the other times she had kissed him, even from the time she kissed Pammy, that got her in this situation to begin with. When he stood back and his fingers slid along the lycra suit she wore, she giggled again, nervously. Harry grinned, not unlike a villain would. He was keeping her attention, now. Harley's hands, which until this point had been out of play, lax at her sides, suddenly rose to grip his waist. She squeezed him at periodic moments when he touched the back of her knee, or when he trailed his fingers across her ribs, tantalizingly close to her rapidly maturing breasts. Harry's wandering fingers moved up her back, and found the hidden catch where her zipper was. He fumbled with it - not out of nervousness, but of indecision. There was probably a limit, and this was most definitely close to it. His fingers nimbly unbuttoned the backs to the catch, before pulling down the zipper. He had gone through too many death-defying adventures to run away from the /obvious/ conclusion to his life. It, quite literally, /couldn't/ get better than this. When she got back to her senses, he was likely going to die by her hand. He needed to see how high the peak was before he fell. She felt a tickle as her suit was unzipped. Just earlier today, she had shivered in excitement when Ivy zipped her up, but not before kissing the nape of her neck. It had become tradition for them, and the one that broke it was now the one who unzipped her. She finished her assessment of herself. After more than a year of indecisions and avoiding what she truly was, she finally had a diagnosis. Incurably. Indisputably. Totally. Insane. Huh. That wasn't as difficult as she thought it would be. She gasped as his hand slipped into the back of her lycra suit and gripped onto a smooth, well-formed cheek, before his other hand joined. He held firmly to the cheeks that she had put on display to him earlier, swayed in front of him as a joke, as a /dare/ to him to come out again and /try/ to catch her prepared and ready. He released her smooth, panty-clad ass to slide along her smooth back and grasp the sides of her separated zipper clasps, and pulling it off her shoulders. She stepped back and shrugged it off, much to his shock. Grinning a little bit, she pulled the suit down and stepped out of it. Her green heel struck the floor as her red heel kicked the costume back, before stepping with the other. She put her hands at her side and smirked. "Fine, then. You wanna play? Come ride the Harley." Having been a lesbian for her entire sexual life, the natural blonde felt a sort of pride that she finally got to say that line. Though, in the next second, she lost her pride, and gained a new feeling when the boy's clothes disappeared from his body into thin air; lust. Harry Potter was a scrawny kid. Keyword - /was/. Having spent the previous summer at Hermione's, he was given a crash-course in health safety by her parents when they noticed his overly slim form. For dentists, they had a lot of knowledge on physical health. Now, Harry Potter was proud to say that he was in shape. And as Harley stared lustfully at his wiry form, his defined muscles and toned physique, he knew that it was all worth it. However, he would have to refer to a pensieve - assuming he'd make it past tonight - to see Harley's reaction, because he was too busy ogling her near-naked form. She was absolutely perfect. Her handful-a-plenty breasts stood high on her chest, above her taut, flat stomach, and while the red sports bra stood in the way, he had no intention of letting that stop him from admiring the treasures he knew to be within. The hair on her head added a certain kink to the whole thing - one side of her hair red, the other green, and tied up into two pigtails. The color scheme continued for the little clothing she had left, with her red bra and green panties, to her matching in all but color, red and green boots. She was obviously paying homage to her lover. Former lover. He couldn't bring himself to feel sad that he had broken up a relationship right now. If he survived, he would talk to them both and try to reunite them. But goddammit if he was going to get back to his saving-people-thing /before/ he got to enjoy himself. He smirked, and she stepped back, just a little bit, at his exuberance. Then, faster than she could follow, he approached her and crushed her lips to his, his hands firmly printed into the back of her asscheeks, squeezing and kneading them with abandon, his... His pole planted firmly between her legs. That was the last thing she had noticed; ironic, considering how far it stood out to her. His powers had him stripped down to his boxers, and the massive tool was pointed at her. Now it was /between/ her. Mere /millimeters/ from her wanting, weeping center. They being the same height, his dick had found a place to rest, at the apex of her thighs, and had found a snug home, between her slightly separated legs.By the cheeks of her ass, he pulled her forward, and she squeaked, feeling his large cock slide along her green cotton panties, rubbing firmly against her already distended clit through the visibly soaked material. She shuddered as she was dragged along his tool, and now they were firmly pressed together, stomach to stomach, her breasts pushing him away slightly from her, but she didn't let that bother her, craning her neck forward to kiss him again. He let his hands roam her ass for a few more seconds, before skimming up towards the back of her bra. With a thought, the bra unsnapped, and with another, it disappeared. Had her mind been capable of processing thought, she would have noted the loss of her favorite bra. At the moment, she was too busy tracing the lines on the scars on his back, forcing herself not to grind relentlessly on his now slickened member, her orgasm approaching. Had her mouth not been full with his tongue, she would be biting her lip in distress. No matter how beautiful he was, or how well-equipped, he was still a kid with a likely hair-trigger. Well... she had assumed he was a kid. Now, she had no idea what age he was. Or what his name was, for that matter. She pushed her head away a little, and they parted tongues. They were connected by a thin string of saliva, which quickly dissipated. Her eyes opened again, and they focused onto the bright green orbs looking curiously at her sky blues. "Who are you," she whispered quietly for the last time, needing to know the name of the Adonis, the demigod that was wrapped around her, taking her like Pam never did, and likely never will. She didn't ask it as a question. She didn't command it. Right now, all she wanted were words. Anything. And she would give him everything she had. His right hand rested on her hip, while the other wrapped around her waist. He dropped eye contact with her, and instead moved to the green side of her hair, to kiss her earlobe. She moaned. "I'm Harry James Potter," he whispered. His fingers roamed the front of her panties, before pressing at the junction where his penis was firmly lodged against her green cotton undergarments. She gasped out loud, spasming on his straining cock, her girlcum wetting his dick further. "Your best wetdream," he continued, remembering the words she first spoke to him when she thought she had control over him, sliding his dick slowly out of the confines of her firmly pressed together legs, distributing her juices evenly along the length of his tool. He held her still, feeling her shudder along the way, feeling every pulsing vein throb against her. His middle finger slipped into her panties; the absolute lack of pubic hair was a turn-on he didn't expect. He had never felt that before, and now, he was quite certain he never wanted to live without again. "And while you may be thinking I'm doing all this," he whispered, taking a second to nip at her ear, "Using my powers, as you put it, I'm not. I don't even know how to do that. I'm just a random bloke with powers, and you can't get enough of it. I've read about this. Domination turns you on, doesn't it? I've met a few girls like you, but they haven't embraced it quite like you have." His head bowed lower to suck at the side of her neck, and she gasped, leaning her head to the side, her fingers tensing together, her black-painted nails scratching along his back. For some reason, she liked to think that all those scars that crisscrossed his body were a result of his more excited lovers. Her nails weren't particularly sharp, but she had been known to claw at the headboard, that they had specifically gotten because she kept clawing at the wall. She gasped as her most private part was exposed to the air, and now, her no-longer mystery lover's eyes. She glanced down, and gasped at the view; her shiny, sleek cunt dripped freely on his cock, his head now positioned towards her entrance, looking as intimidating as the biggest of Ivy's vines, though she had never used them on her. She whimpered with want, and when Harry slid his cockhead against her lips, she moaned with need. He still held the crotch of her panties between his fingers, having only pushed them aside instead of removing her underwear completely. He slid the oily wetness of the material between his fingers as he used his other hand to pull at the cheek of her bum. She was dripping wet for him, and his highly sensitive nose flared at the smell of sex - the smell of her lust for him. With a wet snap, the garment disappeared from her body. His cockhead stretched the lips of her hungry, but far underused cunt, and they both groaned with passion. "Say it," he grunted, looking into her shining eyes the moment she opened them in surprise. "Give Pammy a reason to hate you, Harleen! Prove her right! Show me why she thinks you're a little slut!" Her body perspired with want as she writhed on the tip of his dick, her lithe, strong body struggling to lower herself further, but Harry held firm to her ass with resolve. She stared back at him, her eyes watery, her tenacity broken. "Please," she whispered, her lips quivering as much as her sex, her breath coming out in gasps, "please... please fuck me." Harry released her ass with one hand, and before she could force herself down, he quickly reached down and picked up her left leg, then held it in his arm as his hand took its rightful place on her ass. She gasped in pleasure - his shaft now rubbed her open lips and peeking clit at once, his precum leaking from his head and sliding against the dried up cum at the nub. She kicked outwards with the foot she had in the air, her body jerking to the hypersensitivity of her sex. Harry thrust, hard, and his mushroom head popped into Harley's quim with an audible suction sound. He was almost distracted by the look of pure bliss and pain on the girl's face, her mouth in a wide 'O' shape as she was penetrated for the first time by something larger than Poison Ivy's long, slim fingers, as just the tip proved that her limits were going to be pushed harder than they ever had in length and width. "Fuuuuuuuck," She breathed a shallow breath, her chest heaving as her nipples rubbed against his bare chest. She couldn't see between them, and to be honest, she didn't want to. She wasn't a masochist - her and Pammy were experimental, but she wasn't a masochist - and she didn't want to see how much she had left until he entered her. Harry wiggled the head of his cock in her with a groan - Sweet Merlin, she was tight! His eyes unfocused for a second at the sensitive head being swallowed by her constricting velvet hole. He released her ass, with the hand that wasn't holding her leg as well, and held his arm around her waist. He braced his legs, and he began to push. Harley let out a soundless scream as her near-virgin pussy was defiled and stretched. She felt every vein slip along her lubricated walls, his monstrous shaft spearing into her insides with purpose. Her eyes closed once again, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. His muscles were tense beneath her, his breathing almost light, as he sighed in happiness at her velvety heat pulsing around him. Her nipples grazed his, and he pushed even further, going in another two inches. "Ah!" Harley gasped, her hair whipping back and forth as she shook her head wildly. She was almost happy that she didn't get to see the penetration - it was almost like getting a shot at the hospital, though in much more pleasant circumstances, and unlike then, she wished this moment would never end. As he slid further in, she began to think that it never would end. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as his shaft plunged into her seemingly limitless depths, forcefully making more space inside her. He stopped for a moment, and she was glad for the slight reprieve. Her pussy pulsed randomly against her control, feeling out the foreign object inside her, as if welcoming it and making it comfortable, begging his cock to stay inside. He began to pull out of her, and she whimpered in surprise. "Nononono," she whined, and forced out a mix between a gasp and a scream as he quickly thrust inside her again. She felt even fuller than before, and it felt so fucking good. Harry rested his chin on her shoulder, much like she was doing to him, and his tongue swiped across her neck. She moaned sexily, and her pussy spasmed around his cock hungrily. He quickly pulled back and thrust again, tasting her neck again as he did so. He was bitten by a lot of different creatures, and he had no idea which one to thank for the sensitive taste buds - probably the basilisk, but he wasn't sure - but he was thankful for it as his tongue lapped at her smooth skin, her moans getting louder, exposing her neck further, and he pressed his lips harder into the tasty skin. He thrust into her again. And again. And again. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she yelled in succession, her body rocking jerkily with his cock skewering into her over and over again. His movements were still, at this point, relatively slow, but she knew that any faster would probably hurt her. Her lips were so firmly sealed around his cock, the fluids that kept secreting at a near dizzying pace could only reach the part of his shaft that was lodged inside of her, and she felt it squelch inside her with every thrust. She knew he heard it too, and she thought to herself smugly, that her pussy was just too good to leave, even for just a second. She grunted with pain at the next upstroke - he pulled back deep and slid in deeper, and she could feel her inner lips scraping the juices off his shaft as it left her vulva. He pulled back again, and she tensed for the next one.Harry slid back and pulled out of the natural blonde with an audible pop, and hearing a sigh of relief, he smirked. He had sensed her discomfort, and he was starting to feel it as well. He groaned as her warm cunt juice dripped onto the head of his shaft, and he shuddered as it began leaking down to the dry base of his cock. When he felt that enough lubrication was applied, he entered her weeping pussy again, and they both groaned at her seemingly perpetual tightness. It was less difficult than when he first entered, but it was far from easy. Harleen's eyes rolled to the back of her head as his dick entered her halfway, not that she could see it. Her nipples slid gracefully across his sweat-slicked chest, and his lips made a pleasurable seal at the side of her neck, sucking and nipping at her ivory skin. Tears pricked at her eyes once more, not in pain, but pleasure - at the feeling of happiness, the overwhelming feeling of her body singing with desire. Harry powerfully thrust into her again, determined to get as much of his cock into her as he could. Had his lips not been attached to her neck, he would have been breathing raggedly, his dick rocking her lightly, her heeled green boot the only part of her still firmly on the ground, her other leg rocking in the crook of his elbow. His eyes opened, and he picked her up by her waist. Harley opened her eyes in shock as she was rocked against him, her foot feeling for the floor under her. She grunted cutely on his cock as he continued to thrust into her, and he turned around. She found her back to the sink as he lifted the rest of her leg to mash against her right tit, and she groaned at how he stretched her in another way. As he had her do a standing split, her red boot pointed towards the ceiling, he thrust into her again, and she gasped at the truly full feeling that invaded her. "F-fuuuuck, Haaare, Rieee," she moaned, her voice in sync with his slow, deep thrusting. She tested his name again on her tongue, whispering it a few more times with his thrusting, and her voice hitched with each upstroke. She kept whispering it, her mind clouding over with pleasure, her head tilting back. He snuck his hand behind her head and pulled on the small rubber bands that held her hair up, preferring to see her hair down this time. Allowing himself a bit of overconfidence that there could be a next time, he decided that he would fuck her while she wore the pigtails and a jester's outfit, and the makeup. This time, he wanted her. He gripped the rubber bands tightly as he watched her hair cascade down her shoulders, a flowing wave of red mixing with a wave a green, crashing together as they shook in harmony with his cock, pistoning in and out of the lithe vixen in front of him. His hand stroked her straight hair down her back as his dick pulsed, watching her flawless face blush with desire, her leg in the air tensing, her hands whitening as she squeezed his shoulders, her teeth gnashing as she rocked through her first orgasm. "Harry!" She screamed, her eyes opening wide, the veins in her neck pulsing out, her weeping, seeping pussy tightening around his fuckstick so deliciously, her stomach tightening oh so painfully, her body out of her control. It was the most beautiful thing Harry had witnessed in a very long time, and he almost wanted to stop pounding her just to observe the beauty that was before him. Instead, he thrust harder, and when she squeaked at the unexpected increase of pace, her orgasm still high, he leaned in and kissed her. She moaned loudly in his mouth as she squirted against his cock, her juices leaking in rivulets to his plentiful sac, and he groaned into her mouth as he slipped into her a little more. His thrusts were losing control as he stuffed her with his cock again and again, desperate to get that last bit of his cock inside her. She jumped at a pulse that bumped deep inside of her when he thrust the deepest he ever did; her orgasm spiked again. She cried out at the sensation, her cunt reflexively squeezing his cock as tight as it could, desperate to milk him. He palmed her full breast that wasn't blocked by her leg, and squeezed it in his hand; it was practically a sin that he hadn't had the chance to play with them as much as he wanted to, but if anything, it was a testament to her beauty to pay attention to first, and there was so much he wanted to explore about her. The green/redhead gave a mix between a grunt and a squeak each time he thrust into her and hit that button inside her. If she were to hazard a guess, or if she had any rational thought left, she would venture the thought that he had reached the end of her. She wasn't an expert in anatomy, but she was relatively sure that he hit her cervix. As far as she knew, that was supposed to be painful. But now, she had no thoughts on anything whatsoever, other than marveling at how he was fucking her inside out with his oversized dick, and repeatedly pressing a button that stopped her from coming down from her orgasm. Had her head not been tilted back, she would have been drooling at this point. Though they were the same height, Harry towered over her as he shifted his legs forward and stroked his cock in and out of her sopping pussy, the squelches getting louder. He quickly wiped at his forehead and put his arm back around the beautiful girl, never breaking his stride. His other hand left the back of her head to move between her perfectly split legs and fist what was left of his dick, the membrane inside her frustrating him a little, but he knew that one day it would fit. Harry chuckled a little at the thought - he had almost convinced himself that he would have this wonderful chance with her again. Having read her surface thoughts all night, he got very mixed feelings from the girl currently writhing under him. The raw fucking they were having almost erased Pamela from her mind at this point, but he knew the two were in love with each other. Unless they were talking in the literal sense, he didn't want to get in between them and their relationship. But he was content with ruining their sex life forever, though; considering most of the vines had thorns, he doubted she would ever be penetrated by them, but he wanted to make sure she could never settle for fingers again. Harley struggled to bring her head forward, her eyes struggling to focus on the man in front of her. She stared blankly at him for a moment, noting his smile, and hearing his chuckle earlier. And she smiled. "Fu-u-uck, Me-e," she panted, groaning as he rolled her peach-colored nipple between his fingers. "Fuck me so gooood," she gasped, her body convulsing again, her brain stuttering at his non-rhythmic thrusting. "Harley," he gasped, his eyes losing focus, before shaking his head. Harley giggled as the sweat from his fringe hit her cheek. Fuck, she was cute, even as he was fucking her into a near-comatose state. It was probably too early into the relationship to form an opinion, but if she decided that she was going to actually call what they were currently having a relationship, or any type of reoccurring situation, Harry would have to say that he was in love. It wasn't just because of his abnormally monstrous cock spearing savagely into her insides, her steaming cunt desperately milking him for all he was worth, her bald cunny swallowing his meat being one of the most erotic sights he had ever seen. And it wasn't just because her near-grapefruit-sized breasts bounced with every stroke, her pink eraser nipples capping off quarter-sized areolas, her youthful figure suggesting that she had only just begun to develop. And it certainly wasn't because of the way her body stretched, her leg pointing perfectly upwards while her other trembled beneath him, momentum causing her to kick the doors to the cabinet with the back of her heel periodically as she sat on the edge of the counter. And it most definitely wasn't the fact that he had made it a mission, a goal, in his life to fit his entire dick into her quivering clam one day, and achieve, what was to him at that moment, the biggest accomplishment the boy-who-lived could ever dream of. It was because he... well... he... just was. It was too early in the relationship to make such a bold claim, but he had the rest of his life to figure that out. However long or short she chose it to be. "Harry," she whispered back at him breathlessly, her eyelids fluttering shut, her full lips in a cute little grimace, rosy cheeks burning with perspiration. He was close. He let out a single grunt like an animal, a primeval beast, as he kicked into gear and began fucking her in earnest, and she cried out in happiness, or delusion, or possibly even pain; he couldn't tell at this point, he was too far gone. His balls, though still inches away from resting on her cheeks, still slapped heavily against her with each upstroke, a testament to the force of his strokes, and was also a testament to how far Harry had gone into bliss, for him to not wince as his testicles bounded against her ass. It didn't deter him in the slightest as he jerked his cock with one hand, synchronous to his pace as he slid in and out of her. As one, they both looked down at the sight, as if seeing it for the first time - and they really were, actually. For the first time, they glimpsed at the point where their bodies fused, her hairless lips stretched comically around his massive girth, her leg trapped between them. He pulled back and pushed in again, and she found it fascinating. Her mind struggled at this point to comprehend why Pammy could actually hate this. To be skewered by Harry's godcock was a feeling that she had to share with her ex-girlfriend, if only to show her a little bit more joy, the grumpy girl.Harley grinned stupidly as Harry picked up pace yet again, to see her cum slide all over his dick, the force of the friction causing some of her pussy juice to splatter onto her and his stomach, and her mind could only think of how enjoyable it could be licking it off of them. "Gaaaaaaah!" She screamed again, her fatigue wearing her, but her voice firm as ever, when Harry pushed forward as hard as he could, and pressed against her button again. She could feel herself squirting cum all over his cock - and she just pictured how wonderfully sticky his fuckstick would be by the end, his tasty dickmeat dripping onto her little tongue covered in his and her essences - and she shuddered mightily as his dick stayed there, firmly pressed into her membrane. Right then, you could tell Harry James Potter and Harleen Frances Quinzel that she was far too small for Harry's cock. And Harry would argue - she was perfect for his cock. The way her cunt muscles squeezed and massaged at his dick, swallowing him in even though he had gone as far as he could without hurting her, while he split her legs wide open for more leverage, gave him inspiration that if it belonged to the goddess that moaned beneath him, it was absolutely perfect. He tilted his head back and roared as he felt his cum rushing from his balls, and Harley had a moment of clarity. Faster than he could comprehend, she removed both hands from his shoulders and reached between them to hold the outside of the dick skewering her for the first time. Harry immediately let go, and Harley took less than a second to marvel at the sheer fucking girth of Potter's Pole(TM), the pole that had her firmly planted and conquered, before her fingers stroked the underside of his cock and her hands jacked him with a crazed speed that only a thoroughly slickened cock could handle. "Fuck, fucking cum," she gasped, feeling his penis twitch inside of her, shaking her whole body in convulsions. His already hard dick seemed to get harder, and she could almost feel his cum race through his tube into her sweet, over-fucked cavern. Her nails grazed against his sac, and she could literally feel his large, gorgeous sac shrivel and contract, pumping her, painting her insides white. Harry winced as his balls were drained, his body shuddering as his built-up cum finally released into her. It almost hurt to breathe as he stood, holding Harleen against him. Her hands slowed, and he tilted his head forward to look at her proper. Just seeing her in the afterglow of what was likely the greatest orgasm of her life gave him pause; her neck and cheeks flushed with exertion, her sky blue eyes unfocused and teary, her dyed hair sticking to her shoulders and her chest, fanned out around her beautiful head, and his dick twitched once more, in defiance, but soon went still. He was thankful. His heart was willing to go another round, but his flesh was almost aching at this point. He needed a massage. "Ah," he grimaced, feeling his dick twitch again at the stray thought. Harley's hands, as though shocked, quickly released his cock and she rested her hands on the edge of the counter. She looked in concern at him. He smiled at her, and lifted his fingers to move her hair behind her ear, maneuvering around her leg as he did so. He began to pull out, shuddering as he did, so he could give her room to put down her leg, but Harley would have none of it. She quickly grabbed his face with both hands and effortlessly leaned forward to kiss him. The lovers kissed each other, not as two separate souls fighting for dominance, but one soul joining together, as their tongues mingled and danced with a playfulness that wasn't there before. Her hands moved to join around his neck, and his hand gingerly pulled Harley's leg down around by stretching it outwards, and her boots knocked together. She hissed as her breast was finally relieved of the pressure; she could barely feel the usually sensitive tit. His hand cupped her youthful breast, and she hissed again. "Oh, sweet fuck... not again," she moaned, her body involuntarily spasming around his softening dick. Apparently, her breast was still sensitive. Harry chuckled as he tweaked her nipple, marveling at the paleness of her breast compared to the other one, willing to squeeze and fondle her until the blood rushed back to her tit. "I need to get in as much as I can, in case you kill me when I collapse." He muttered it in a light tone, almost like a joke. She grinned lazily, and her eyes peeked through her lashes in the sexiest way to Harry. "Hell no. I'm keeping you. You got a..." she sighed, "hell of a way with persuasion." Oh, yes, Harry was sure he was in love. His body shivered in shock when a cold drop of liquid dropped down his leg. His penis had deflated fully now, completely drained for the first time in his sexual life, and they both hissed as he began to pull out. Their mingled cum dripped onto the kitchen floor, Harley's stuffed cunt oozing significantly more than the drops off Harry's slickened dick. He pointed to the small puddle and it disappeared. He lifted his finger at Harley's hairless cunny, but she quickly grabbed his wrist. She shook her head, much to his surprise. She leaned forward, and kissed him again. Harry moved his hand to around the small of her back, and tugged on her. She squealed as he lifted her up off the counter. Then he fell to the side, and she squealed louder, wincing at the crash. Except she didn't. She felt the front of her knees hit a deceptively cushioned softness, and she felt it before she could see the mattress behind Harry's ear-to-ear grin. She slapped him on the chest, her heart struggling to get back to normal. "Ass," she muttered embarrassingly, and her belly did funny things when he chuckled deeply. "Maybe later." He grinned as her cheeks heated up. He marveled at the way her hair curtained around his head, her two colors perfectly separated, the strands giving a slight glow from the ceiling light above them, showcased her beauty in a way he hadn't seen yet. He leaned up to press his lips to hers once more, before he rolled to the side, taking her with him. Her straight hair fanned around her head, and he found it a little funny that it was the green side that covered her face, but the red that fanned out on the freshly conjured pillow, giving her a red, eerie glow. "Tell me," she whispered sleepily, "How you do that. The magic..." "I'll tell you everything," he whispered, "tomorrow. I'll answer your questions if you can help me with mine." Harley grinned lazily, moving to touch his forehead with her own. "You show me yours, I'll show you mine?" she suggested, her fingers slipping under his side of the long pillow. Harry chuckled, his fingers strumming to an unknown beat against her perspired skin, tickling her ribs in an ever-so-pleasant way. "And anything else we can think of." She tittered cutely, and Harry smiled at the heart-warming, pulse-racing sight. "I'll tell the jokes, here," she whispered, her lips curved in a smile. "Good," he muttered, "cause I'm not much of a joker." She moved her hair to the side and kissed him once more, a tender, chaste kiss. "I can live with that." She fell asleep in his arms, her naked form cozied up against his, and Harry closed his eyes, knowing that life could not get any better for him. 'Nox', he breathed, and the lights went out. About an hour later, his eyes blearily opened, and he let out an unexpected groan. He heard the slurping before he felt it, and his cock twitched inside the warm, smooth sheath around him. He laid still, his back now pressed to the bed, and his arm almost dead to him. His eyes wandered to his left, and Harley was still there beside him, her smile content, her front facing his side. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, before the pieces fell together. He winced when her tongue lapped at the sensitive piss hole of his dick, while her hand firmly squeezed at his plentiful scrotum. He grunted as he came, and his head moved up to see a swirl of red, luscious hair swirl around his crotch. He sat back on his elbows to listen to her audible gulps as she consumed his seed, her unbelievable tongue slinking up and down his massive cock, and his sensitive hearing picked up the distinct 'shlick' sounds of her fingering herself quickly. She moaned as the squelches became louder, and her fingers slid into her faster. She gurgled around his cock and he hissed, keeping note that her lips had reached halfway down his dick. His head pulsed in the tight confines of her throat, as he shot his seed directly down her gullet. She sat back on her haunches and flipped her hair back, and their green eyes locked onto each other. Her fingers abruptly stopped their frantic pace inside her quim, and the squelching paused. Her green-tinted lips drooled, dripping onto her dark green nipple. He stared in fascination as her nipple crinkled and hardened from the fallen cool liquid. Harry grinned at Pamela Isley's stunned expression. "So I guess you're not mad at her, then?" The two stared each other down, and she seemed to be internally debating with herself for a moment, before she slid her fingers out of her juicy twat, raised her two fingers slowly, and inserted them into her mouth at an agonizing pace, her tongue swirling around the familiar sweet taste, and she smiled at him. "No. I guess not."	3
103,732	The List	Harry removed his invisibility cloak. "Harry! What- how did you get up here?" Harry sat on the bed and, without a second thought, banished the basilisk armor underneath. It really wasn't built with comfort in mind. He was currently putting spells on the Gaunt Family Ring that could protect him sufficiently, but until then, his armor would have to do. He had to practice Constant Vigilance, after all, especially around the other houses. But he trusted Hermione with his life. "I shimmied up the staircase." "You... you what?" Harry grinned as he fell back, and his head hit her blanket-covered lap. "It was a trick someone taught me, and as it turns out, it works. See, when a bloke tries to run up the staircase, it turns into a slide, right?" Hermione nodded. "And the rail disappears when you grab for it, right?" She nodded again, furrowing her brows. "But what if you grab the /rail/ first?" "If you touch the stairs /at all/, then the rail disappears, regardless," Hermione replied, biting her lower lip as she stared down at Harry, her back leaning against the headboard. She moved her books off to the side. Harry nodded. "Exactly." They were silent. Hermione took this as her cue to put the rest of the pieces together. Even she had long ago accepted the fact that while she was still the smartest witch in her generation, it was rather clear that Harry wasn't far behind as the smartest /Wizard/ in his generation. They were a formidable team together; the events of their past summer made that obvious. During the comfortable silence, Hermione began stroking Harry's hair in concentration. Harry practically purred as he closed his eyes, patiently waiting. "So... you shimmied up the rail? And you didn't touch the stairs at all?" She guessed. Harry nodded, smiling, his eyes still closed. "Yeah. If I had known that before, I would have been doing that every day. Does wonders for exercise." Hermione glanced down at his stomach. She had noticed. She tore her eyes away, thankful that he was still in his own land, and she ran her fingers through his head. "So, how does it feel now that you have full access to us girls /and/ an invisibility cloak?" "Pretty good, actually," Harry muttered, and Hermione tapped him lightly on the forehead. He chuckled. "You know I'm kidding, 'Mione. I've only actually done it once before, when I found out of a certain /list's/ existence." He cracked one eye open. "You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?" Hermione cocked her head. "What list?" Harry lifted his head and concentrated, before a small scroll appeared in his hand. Hermione had to grin at Harry's impressive feats of magic every time he did it. "Apparently, every year for the past four hundred years, there has been a list of the most attractive males in Hogwarts. It's been on the wall, right next to your dorm room." He wordlessly handed her the list, and she seemed surprised. She quickly got over her shock and looked down to him. "I had no idea," she stressed, and Harry nodded, pleased at her answer. She took a glance at the parchment. 1. Harry Potter 2. Cedric Diggory 3. Fred / George Weasley 4. Neville Longbottom 5. Lee Jordan 6. Justin Finch-Fletchley 7. Dean Thomas 8. Ernie MacMillan 9. Blaise Zabini 10. Zacharias Smith "I can't help but notice that all of the top names are war heroes," Hermione commented, smirking. Harry said nothing, still relaxing as one of her hands was still rubbing at his scalp. "Not arguing about the first name, of course," she said, and Harry /hmm/'ed in appreciation. "And I guess that at the right angle, there is a certain /sparkle/ about Cedric... but I don't particularly think some names deserve to be on this list. Number four, for instance. While Neville is a /great/ person, I don't think he should be on this list. That's not a slight against him or anything, it's just that he seems to be the same Neville that we always knew." "That killed Bellatrix," Harry muttered, "and Rockwood. Dueled both of the Lestrange brothers to a standstill before he got help. That's sexy." Hermione moved the paper aside and smirked down at him. Harry opened his eyes. "You know what I mean," he said dryly. "The act is very attractive. It appears it's always been more like the most eligible bachelor list instead of actually going on purely physical attraction. For instance, Draco was high on the list last year. I did a bit of digging and talked to Lav; apparently, his money made him very attractive. The fact that his dad is dead, his mother shames him on a daily basis, and he's a Dead Dark Lord supporter, but he still /looks/ like Draco Malfoy, is not as attractive." Hermione snickered. "They should have seen him two years ago.""More than best friends." "How can... don't answer that. Please don't answer that." "Like I said - only the important memories." "I'm sorry you had to sift them out," she said genuinely, scratching through his raven locks with both hands. "I don't understand how a memory like that can't just combust into flames the second it leaves his head." Hermione chuckled. "I believe that should count as one more Life Debt owed, Potter." Harry smirked as he relaxed. "I'll collect on it soon enough." Hermione blushed crimson, her legs shifting together. Harry, for one, loved his head tossed back and forth as he was gently rocked, and he smiled wider at the sensation. The two sat in a comfortable silence, lost in their own thoughts. Crookshanks was sleeping peacefully in the corner, and Harry concentrated on the half-kneazle's breathing patterns for a moment, to regulate his own breathing. When Hermione shifted, Harry remembered why he was there to begin with. "You know," Harry sleepily murmured, "I worry about you." Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Why do you say that?" "You look more tired every time I see you. Ever since we returned, you practically locked yourself up here. Romilda tells me that she has to deliver your homework back and forth, and you only get up when you have to." He debated with himself for a few seconds. "It's over, Hermione. We did it; he's dead. We can live now. I can understand wanting to escape the public eye, but still... I worry about you." "I leave the room every once in a while, Harry," she soothed, "there's nothing to worry about." Harry cracked an eye open, and she fidgeted against the intense stare. "You're wearing the same jersey from when I last saw you." "Sorry? When did you last see me?" "I was under the cloak," he said, pointing to the silver sheet on the floor, "looking at the list for the first time, a week ago. You walked by me, I suppose on your way to the showers." Hermione blanched. "Oh. I see." She cleared her throat, trying to slow down her fiercely beating heart. "I didn't follow you or anything," Harry noted, enjoying her reaction. "A warning would be nice," she squeaked. "Fine, then. I'll warn you if I want to follow you into the showers," he grinned. "But I have to warn you now, Padma may not like it." "Ah, yes, I heard from Parvati," Hermione smiled, thankful to get away from their previous conversation, even if it was about Harry's love life. "She said something about a list; I'm guessing it's the list you just showed me. How did that spark an argument between you three, and then you asking Padma to Hogsmeade?" "Actually, that wasn't the list at all." Harry reached down into his robes pocket and pulled out a small scroll. "This is the list." Hermione daintily unrolled the paper and glanced at the two names before she noticed the title. "The Top Ten Most Beautiful Girls in Hogwarts by Harry James Potter? Really, Harry?" Harry shrugged. "It sounded like a great idea at the time..." "Doesn't it always start that way?" "...but it's a really stressful job, honestly." "There's not many names here for it to be very stressful yet. Only two so far, starting with number ten." "I'm adding one per day." "Why?" "I like the suspense." "Are you sure you just don't need 'more time' to form the list?" She asked suggestively. Harry smiled. "While it would be fun to see what they would do to try to convince me, I've planned out the list since day one. You'd be surprised how many people take my word as law, even something as stupid as a list." "I'm not that surprised," Hermione said with mirth. "So, so far you have Padma as ten, and Katie as nine. You started this list two days ago? How was the reaction?" "Well, so far, Padma demanded that I take her to Hogsmeade," Harry began with a fond smile, "and Katie wants to be my back-up date." "Impressive," Hermione smiled at him, genuinely happy for him. "While this may lead to a clear abuse of power and an ego-trip you may never recover from, this might make for an interesting social experience and I'm sure I will love the crash-and-burn consequences that will follow." Harry guffawed loudly at Hermione's prophetic proclamation. "Maybe," he countered, "but I have a few cards left to be dealt before it all comes crashing down." "Oh, really? What?" "Not what. Who." "Fine. Who, then?" "You." "Me? What can I do? I'm not bailing you out of your mess." "Maybe not, but we both know you won't completely abandon me," Harry smiled, and she shook her head at his not-misplaced arrogance. "Not completely, no. What did you have in mind?" "Simple. You go to Hogsmeade with me." "Backup number two? I'm not that kind of girl." Harry shrugged. "A guy can dream. But I wasn't asking like that. I want you to be under the invisibility cloak. I want you to completely study her, watch her every movement, and at the end, grade her." "Grade her? You're making her my assignment?" "No, she's my assignment. I need you to find out if she would be more compatible to me." "I'm not exactly a matchmaker. How can I - ?" She paused at his meaningful look. This was what she had been avoiding. "Harry - " "Don't give me that. You... you're the only girl that ever meant much to me, 'Mione. You know that. I know that." Hermione's hand trembled - her breath took a sharp intake. "Harry..." "It's probably something you don't want to hear, but it's true." Harry paused at the instant change in the atmosphere, but ultimately decided to press on. In for a penny... "You know there's something there. I don't know if it's something like a sister, you mean too much to me for me to think of you as a relative." He looked up into her eyes. "I'm going to live, with you by my side. The day that I die, you'll be holding my hand, and you'll be the last face I see. We've been through so much together that regardless of feelings, no matter who else you or I try to fall for, that much is going to happen, I'm very sure of it. And after that night at the Yule Ball, when you told me that I should see what else is out there for me, I refused to listen to you. You are damningly stubborn; I didn't account for that. So I'll take your advice. Your decision is final. If you don't think she's good for me, I'll let her down as gently as possible. If you decide that she's great for me, then I'll be happy." She looked misty as Harry sighed. "And if you decide that what happened between us was meant to happen, and that I'm not a delusional nutcase with a slight incest complex, then I'll be happier than you could ever know." Harry slowly sat up in the bed. He wordlessly incinerated the males list and took his own list from Hermione's limp hands. Without looking at it, he poked the paper. A bright flash later, he put it back in her hand. "I want you to see if Padma is compatible to me. You know me better than I know myself. I listened to you before when it comes to my choice on girls, and while I still don't like your judgment, I'm not going to question it." He tiredly rubbed at his eyes and stood. "It's getting late; I should go. Wouldn't want to get caught like this, do we?" He gave a forced chuckle. He picked up his cloak and wrapped it around his shoulders. A part of him had always wondered that with Voldemort gone, he might have been allowed to actually live. They had taken him down together. He had assumed... he had assumed that she would listen to reason, that his decision still stood. Enough time had passed for her to think about it. He wasn't stupid. He knew her. He knew what she felt for him. He could read her like a book. She was avoiding him. That much was also obvious. But he was desperate. He needed an answer for this. Before this went any further, she had to know. Now she knew. And tomorrow, this day will never be mentioned again. He'd accept that. Because she knew. "Harry, wait!" She yelled, before he crossed the doorway. He turned back to her, and her lip trembled. "I... I'll try. I know. And I'll try. I promise. I will try." Harry nodded, and a small smile whisked past his lips. Before he could turn back around, Hermione ripped the covers off the bed and she quickly got up, her long, flawless legs padding across the floor to put him in one of her crushing hugs. Harry welcomed her. Her face burrowed into his neck, and her hands hooked onto the back of his shoulders. Harry smelled in the scent of her shampoo - vanilla - And clung to her. "I'll always be there for you, Harry," She murmured into his chest. "I'll always be with you. That will never change." Harry nodded as he stroked her brunette curls. "And that's all I can ask for," He whispered. And he was honestly okay with the thought. He had said it himself - they would be together as long as they drew breath. No matter what happened in their personal lives. They held on for minutes - taking comfort from each other, drawing the strength from each other - and pulled back. Cinnamon brown met emerald green, and Harry pressed his lips against her forehead softly. Hermione closed her eyes and relished the feeling. "Why?" She asked in a shuddering whisper. Harry paused and pulled back. "Why, what?" "Why do you think I'm s-special? Why... did you always think I'm special? Ever since that night we became friends, you... you saved me. Ever since then, you've been my only friend, the only friend I've ever needed. I-I don't know what the bloody hell I did to make you think that I'm... someone good enough for you. It just..." A rustle of paper distracted her. She felt it whiz past her ear into Harry's hand.He slowly unfurled the sheet and showed it to her. "Here's the full list. Tell me what you think." Her eyes quickly focused on the first name on The List. She found herself wanting to laugh, but she couldn't. It was too unbelievable - a joke taken to the extreme! "Harry, this is ridic - " "/I solemnly swear I'm up to no good./" Harry croaked, and at the bottom of the page, words started forming. /I swear on my life and magic that the order of names on this list is completely unbiased and is, to the best of my knowledge, what I truly believe it to be./ Harry James Potter Hermione stared at the words, then back at the name, trying to put the two together. She gazed at her own name for what seemed like hours, and when Harry spoke again, her mind struggled to process every word in her out-of-body experience. "I think you're special because you are. I think you're the most loyal, trusting friend I could /ever/ have in /any/ lifetime because you are. I think you are the most /beautiful/ girl in Hogwarts, the most beautiful girl on this /earth/, inside and out, because /you are/." Harry took her free hand and placed it on his heart. "This happens," he breathed, "Every time you're near me. I've never found a way to stop that. It just beats so bloody fast I can barely hear myself /talk/ to you/./One day, I'll die of a heart attack, I just know it. Being around you just isn't healthy, and that's coming from /me/. It beats because /you have it/, 'Mione. It keeps beating because it thinks that one day, you'll take it." Hermione was silent. "I... /I want it/." She looked up to Harry's eyes again. "I really do. I want it. I keep telling myself, I can't, I can't do it. But I can. And, if it's not too late, I /will/. I don't think I've ever wanted anything more in my life." She breathed heavily, her own heartbeat deafening in her ears. "And that's what scares me. It's always scared me. I keep thinking that one day you'll figure it out; that I'm not good enough for you. /Damn/ the fact that you're the slayer of a /damn/ Dark Lord, you claim that I'm the only one that can see you for who you are; the real Harry. But there might be a time, a moment that you realize that /anyone/ can fall in love with you, /anyone/ with half a brain could get to know you if you let them, and they'll /know/ that the Boy-Who-Lived can't hold a /candle/ to you. It took a /troll/ for you to accept me as a friend. You don't let people /in/. And when you finally do... when you finally do..." "You will always be the first person that accepted me. You will /always/ be the one that comes to mind as the one person that I've always seen myself with. No one will know the things you know about me. /No one/ will do the things you've done and taken the steps you took with me, /for/ me, for /us/. We've practically taken on the world together, 'Mione. What makes you think that /this/ will go away? If this..." he clasped his hand over hers, "...if this ever ends, this /bond/ that we've forged together, then there isn't a chance that anything else will matter." Hermione looked at her hand clasped within Harry's larger ones, and couldn't believe how /perfect/ it all felt. She slowly slipped her hand from his grasp. She held it there for a moment, before she lifted her hand to his cheek. She stroked his clean face delicately. "I could never do this. I could never say those words. You... you're so brave, Harry. Since the day I met you, I... you were always the reckless one, and yet it's never backfired. What did I tell you once? First year? About there being more to being a great wizard than things like books and... cleverness?" Harry didn't need Occlumency to recall the memory. But first, he knew that they had been prolonging what he had wanted to do for years. He slowly leaned closer to her. She met him halfway as she stood on her toes and quickly pecked him on the lips. Before he could lean back, Hermione quickly stretched her arms around his neck and melded her lips with his with a ferocity they /both/ didn't know she had. /'Friendship, bravery, and love, Harry. Don't forget that. You can't be stopped if you have enough of each. Books? Cleverness? That makes you a theoretically great wizard, but that doesn't help against the things you find yourself in. Friendship. I'd like to think that you're my best friend. Bravery - you were always a brave wizard. I don't think we're old enough to love, Harry. But you'll find it. I know you will. Maybe I - ... I believe in you.'/ Harry stepped back from her. "I believe in you, too, Hermione. More than anything else." Hermione's heart soared - she got the message loud and clear. She kissed him again, before she quickly ran out of breath. She kept her hands linked around his neck as she rested the tip of her chin on his chest, breathing heavily. Harry's breathing was just as heavy as he pressed his forehead to hers. He gulped in a lungful of air, and closed his eyes. "Any regrets so far?" "No, I don't think so. And you?" "No crash-and-burn consequences yet," he whispered, and they both chuckled together.	5
103,871	Sandra's Deflowering	Hello, my name is Sandra and I just turned 9 years old. I have dirty blond/brown hair just past my shoulders with blue/green eyes. Some people say I am on the skinny side, but I don't think so, and my daddy says I am just fine. My friend Laura is just a little older than me; she has been 9 since about springtime. Laura is taller than me and looks more mature, my dad said. Laura and I have been best friends since the start of summer. I remember the first time going to her house and seeing her dad lying naked in the yard. At first, I was really surprised, but I forgot that Laura told me her family are nudists, which means they don't like wearing clothes. Well, that was months ago. This one day, I walked home with Laura to play before dinnertime. I said hello to her mom, and we went up to her room. Laura's room is called a loft, not a room, but it looked like a room to me, just bigger than mine. Laura and her family live on a big farm that her dad got from his daddy long ago. During our talk, Laura said she was going to take off her school clothes, which she did every day after school, and liked being naked. I told her I did not care, and in a second, Laura was nude on the bed with me. Wow. Laura did have bigger breasts than me. We didn't really have breasts yet, but not like all flat like some girls we knew in our class. Mine were only little nipples, but Laura's were like really wide nipples and puffy, almost two times bigger than mine, and they were longer too. Laura still had no hair on her vulva, same as me. After some talk, Laura asked me if I would like to be naked too. At first, I didn't know what to say, but then I took my top off, and it kind of felt like we were playing a dirty game. Then a knock at the door, and her mom came in with cookies and milk, and she was naked too. I could not believe my eyes. Being naked is okay; it's just your body, right? Laura would tell me all the time that it's better being naked so your skin can breathe. Her dad told her that, and it seems kind of true, and I like being nude now too. Well, that was then, and now we go naked in Laura's house all the time, and Momma lets us take our tops off in my house. When we do sleepovers in my room, we go nude, and sometimes after dinner, we can be naked if Momma says it's okay. Even I know Daddy likes seeing me nude and likes touching me, so clothing is just in the way, I think. Many times now, I just go around in my panties. Daddy says I am very sexy, which I think is cool to hear. Plus, Daddy buys me cotton bikini-style or hip-huggers with a bow in the waistband. I like them more since cartoon ones are like more for my little sister, so Mande wears cartoon panties more than me. I know Daddy loves seeing Mande in them; I can see him look at her more when she's in them. Like, if they're too small, you can see her vulva puffing out the front, and at the top where her special rubbing spot is, it gets really puffy. After school one day, walking home with Laura, we started talking about boys and stuff. Then Laura started asking me about sex and if I ever did "it." At first, I didn't know what to say because my dad and I have been playing sex games since I was about 6, and I never told anybody. Laura told me she sucks on her dad's penis, and he has been licking her vulva since she was like 4. I thought, "Wow, that was so cool." She went on about how they did it this way or that way. Laura said they had sex all the time, and last year, they did sex like how you make babies, that's when the penis goes in the vulva. That's big girl stuff, or as my mom says, it's when you become a little lady. Many nights, I thought about how could my daddy's penis fit inside my little vulva. His was so big, and I only had a finger or two inside me, and just half went in. My dad's cock is just a bit bigger than 7 inches, and I knew that from Momma showing me with a ruler. I've been rubbing and sucking on Daddy's penis, but until Mom showed me with the ruler, I knew then it was big. My dad and Momma told me about doing big girl sex stuff, but said I had to wait until I was ready. Which was up to Momma when I was ready for that time to do it. Momma a few times a week would rub and push my vulva open with her fingers and even a small dildo was pushed in until it hurt some. Some nights, starting during the summer, Daddy would push his penis head into my vulva to stretch my labia really wide and then see how far it would go in until it really hurt, then I'd ask Daddy to stop pushing. Then Daddy would say my hymen was still intact. I never knew why it's called a cherry; I don't have a cherry in my vulva, or do I? Once Daddy got ready, he would stroke himself until the cum squirted in me. And every time it squirted, it was different because it would spit out one side of my vulva or the other side, and sometimes it would just stay in until Daddy pulled out, then a big drop of white gooey stuff would start to slowly drip out for like a minute. Momma said until my vulva was opened enough, I had to wait for Daddy to make me a young lady. Momma always calls my vulva a pussy; Mande calls hers a pushee, I think she just tries to say it like Momma but says it wrong. Everyday and night, I thought about the day Momma would say it was my time to become a little lady. At night, I would rub myself and push my finger in until the warm feelings came. I have a small pillow I rub between my legs at times, and it helps the warm feeling come also. During those times, I would think about Daddy's penis going in me or me sucking on it and making it shoot out the cum, which always made Daddy so happy, and me too. Daddy loves how I make the cum squirt out, and I drink it too, or Daddy would make some spray on my face; he likes doing that. After a while, the taste was okay, and I didn't mind drinking it at all. Laura told me that she and her dad would do sex a lot, and she loved it, that it was the best feeling ever. That many times, her mom would sit and watch during her dad and her sex play. I thought that was the coolest. I hope my day would come soon. Laura told me a cock inside you is so hot, and her daddy will always do it with her. After school one day up in Laura's loft, her and I would rub each other's nipples as we talked about cocks, and it got us all warm down there. That Laura even rubbed herself a lot as I watched; she even got an orgasm as I looked on. It was cool; she rubbed her vulva so fast, then started moaning, telling me to rub her nipples harder. Then she got all tensed up and then fell back on the bed. I knew that was her warm feeling; I like them too. Then one day, we were rubbing our nipples, then we started rubbing each other's vulva. That was hot, and the best warm feeling with her I got from rubbing her vulva and her mine. Laura even liked licking her fingers after she rubbed me, saying I had a nice taste. Laura really loved sex play. It was time for me to get on home, but I would be staying at Laura's Friday night for a sleepover. At home, Daddy and I were alone, and I asked him if we could play "that" (that was our word for sex time). "Sure, Sandra, come sit and take off them pants so Daddy can lick your pussy." I was so warm inside that in a minute, I was lying on the couch with my legs opened up for Daddy. Then Dad would lick my legs, starting at my knees (Daddy loves to go slow at first, he called it getting me ready), then up to my vulva, which was so nice. I got all warm inside and would hum a lot as the warm feelings got so much better, and Daddy knew how to make them better. I knew the spot at the top was called a clitoris, and when Daddy pushed the skin back to lick and suck it, I really, really loved that feeling, and Daddy knew it too. That sometimes he'd give it a little nibble as he was sucking on it, and when he did that, wow, I could feel the warmness growing even more in my pussy. Then my little sister Mande came in and walked over and stood next to me, watching as Daddy kept on licking. She would watch with eyes wide as Daddy licked me from the bottom of my vulva to my clitoris. During that time, I would let out little moans that would get Mande's attention. Mande was only 6, but she likes playing too and loves to watch sex play time. Momma said it's best; she watches and learns sex play so she would understand what Daddy was doing and that I liked it.Many times in the last weeks, I watched Daddy lick Mande, and she even sucked him, but her mouth was too small to go over Daddy's cock head, so she would lick it a lot like an ice-pop, but she would suck on the tip until Daddy would make the cum spray out, and I could tell Mande didn't like it. She would duck or turn away when it started coming out until Daddy told her it was good for her to taste it, so after a few times, I had Mande sit with me as we took turns, me sucking and Mande licking until Daddy made the cum spray out, and watching me cover my mouth over it to drink the cum. Then Mande, seeing how I enjoyed it, asked to taste the white stuff, so I squeezed Daddy's cock from bottom to top to get the last few drops out, and Mande sucked on the tip, getting the last of Daddy's cum that night, then she made a funny face. But now, she can just about get the head in and drinks most of the cum, unless Daddy sprays too much, then I can hear her coughing it up, and the cum dripping on her, which Momma always hopes it's not a clean shirt that's getting messy. Daddy likes to spray it on our faces as well, and seeing Mande close her eyes really hard when Daddy does that is funny. BACK to Daddy licking me with Mande watching. The warmness was getting better and better, and my cunnie was getting wet. I was starting to moan from the feeling deep in my belly for a good minute as Daddy licked faster and faster and sucked my clitoris hard, telling me to let my feelings out. So, for the first time, I let out a loud moan when the orgasm hit me. The warm feeling went from my legs to my upper belly, then back down my legs so fast. It was so nice letting that moan out; it kind of helped the orgasm be better, I think. At the same time, Mande jumped a bit, then just watched Daddy lick me some more, then went in the kitchen to help Momma get dinner ready; she will soon know how good that feeling I just had really was. After my little girl orgasm, as Daddy called them, I relaxed for a spell. Then Daddy sat up with a wet-looking chin and mouth and told me that after dinner, it was my turn to make him happy, which I knew meant stroking his cock and sucking on it until the cum came out. I like sucking Daddy a lot more now since I like the cum taste better than I did when we first started; back then, it was yucky, I thought, but I never tell Mande that, plus Daddy says it's good for girls to drink it, so whenever I suck on Dad's cock, I do good and swallow it, unless Daddy made it go on my face, and he likes doing that a lot. Daddy calls it covering my face, and many nights, he does that, just as the cum started to spray, Daddy would pull his cock out of my mouth and move it all over my face until it was done spraying cum, sometimes it went all over my face and chest as long as my tee or nightie was off, but Daddy likes it, and I really didn't matter much to me; it was kind of cool. Daddy went into the bathroom as I got my pants on, then Momma called, saying dinner was ready. I went after Dad in the bathroom to wash up, then we all sat down to eat. During dinner, Mom and Dad were saying stuff like "can you handle it" and "should we go fast or slow" or "let her sit on top." I was eating and really didn't think much of it. Then Momma said it was time I became a lady, and Saturday night will be the night. I almost choked on my food; I was so happy and kind of afraid all at the same time. "Really, Momma, it's ok, really, really. Yes, Sandra, relax now, I think it's time, and Momma will be right there for you." "Daddy, I love you, and it's so nice of you to do this for me. Can Laura stay over Saturday night? She has done it before, and I like her to be with me, can she, can she, please?" "Yes, if Momma says ok, then it's fine with me, and don't forget about after dinner, my little angel." "Momma, can Laura stay over, please, please. I not forget about after dinner, Daddy, and I will do extra good for you." "Yes, Sandra, Laura can sleep over Saturday night, and after tonight, no more playing with Daddy; your father needs to save his energy until then." "Shit, Marie, that's two days from now." "Yes, I know, but it's best this way, trust Momma, dear, lol." So, after dinner, I helped Momma clean up, and then started mopping the floor as Momma took Mande upstairs for her bath. "Sandra, Sandra, angel, Daddy is in the den; are you done with your cleaning chores?" "Yes, Daddy, I'll be right in, ok." "That's fine, Sandra, but first, go get into your PJs, ok, and wear the flannel ones; it's getting colder at night now." "Yes, Daddy." After the floor was dry from me dry mopping it after wet mopping, I ran upstairs to get changed into my PJs. I picked out the nice pink ones with white little teddy bears on them. It was a long flannel Tee/Nightie with sleeves and came just above my ankles, and so very warm. Since Momma said I didn't have to wear panties to bed anymore if I did not feel like it, I went downstairs with just my white socks and my long tee/nightie on. When I got in the den, Daddy was lying on the couch in his robe and socks, reading a book. "Hi, Daddy, can I sit beside you?" "Sure, Sandra, here, I put my leg up on the back of the couch, and you can sit between my legs, ok, I even open my robe just for you." "Yup, ok, Daddy, Daddy, your penis is hard already, can we play now?" "Yes, angel, I've been waiting for you since dinner to suck on my cock; would you mind?" "O-Daddy, that be so nice, you know I love making you happy, and you made me feel so good before dinner." So, I rested myself on Daddy's leg going up on the back of the couch and started stroking his penis and rubbing his ball sac, but I know that I have to rub it really easy on the sac or Daddy gets mad 'cause it hurts. After a good 5-minutes, Daddy was pre-cumming a lot, which had my hands covered with it and made Daddy's cock all shiny looking and slippery too. The head part was so big tonight, and the big blue vein was really hard; I like pushing on it when it gets so hard, it feels kind of funny. Then Daddy started pulling at my hair, so I knew that meant it was time to suck on it. At this time, Dad was breathing a lot faster and saying how good I was at it and that I was a good girl. So, I got up a bit more on to his belly and lowered my head and started to suck on the head. Daddy's cock is 7-inches long, and Mom says it's thicker than most men, so I have to open really wide to get the head in my mouth. Some nights, Daddy helps by pulling my head down on his penis, and tonight, he held my head and pulled me in some until I got about 3-inches in, which is a little past the head part. I like calling it the top part, but Momma and Daddy say it's called the cock head. Then I move up and down, sucking really hard on it and licking under the head, which I know Daddy loves. Then Daddy held my head with both hands and started making my head go faster and faster as I sucked his cock harder. My hands were now on Daddy's legs as my head was going up and down so fast that sometimes Dad would pull me in too deep, and I would gag, but Daddy said it was part of cock sucking, and I needed to try not to gag, so I did my best. Then Daddy told me to kneel on the floor between his legs. Daddy pulled his cock out of my mouth as I went to the floor. Daddy then sat back on the couch with me between his legs and had me start sucking again, but this time, Daddy did the thing he calls "face fuck," which I don't like that much, but it makes Daddy happy. Daddy held my head with both hands and really started making his cock go in and out so fast that spit and pre-cum was drooling on to Daddy's legs and belly and my chest, but Daddy just went faster and deeper, and I was gagging some. Then Daddy started grunting, then I knew the cum would be out soon. Faster Daddy went with my face going up and down over his cock. Then Daddy pulled his cock out, stroking it really fast, then with a big grunt, a long thick rope of watery cum shot right across my face, and then another rope of cum flew out, going from my chin to my chest. Still stroking his cock, Daddy had me suck the head just in time as Daddy grunted, and then I felt the cum hitting the back of my mouth; I drank it down like Daddy said, plus I like the taste now anyway. Daddy likes to make the cum go on my face; he says it looks sexy - I am not sure what sexy really means, but I have an idea, Momma sorta told me. So, I sucked and licked Daddy's penis for a few minutes until it was all clean. I know not to lick too much on the head after it cums because Daddy told me a long time ago that it gets sensitive, and it can even hurt if I licked or sucked too much after the orgasm. Well, the next two days, Momma only let me tell Laura. She was so happy for me, plus that I asked her to sleepover that night. After school the day before, I went to Laura's before dinner, and sitting in her bed, she showed me books and magazines of sex stuff. The women all looked happy and made funny faces, but seemed to enjoy the men doing sex with them, and some men's cocks were way, way big, like a foot long, Laura said. I knew Laura could tell how big men were by seeing her dad's penis; it was long when it was soft, that I knew, plus I've seen it stiff at times. Laura said her daddy's cock when really stiff was almost 9-inches. I had her get a ruler, and 9 inches is big; it would never fit all in me, not now anyway. We took the ruler, and from the top of my cunnie, 9-inches was almost to my belly button. Laura is taller than me, so it was not as close to her belly button, and her dad has not yet got all of it in her. Laura told me she has taken like 6-inches about, and more each week gets in. My dad's is big; it's just past 7 inches, Momma said, and thick, which I know from sucking on it, I need to open really wide to get the head part in my mouth. Well, it was Saturday morning, and like it was Christmas, I got up early and took a long bath and washed up really extra good in my cunnie.Then Momma made a big breakfast, and then Daddy went to town for some things as me, Mande, and Momma cleaned up the den and Momma's bedroom, since Mom said my special time would be on their bed. I was so happy that my belly was in knots all day. About 5 pm, Daddy got home and told me I better be ready, that he had been very stiff all day thinking about me. Wow, that got me so wet inside really fast, and I was thinking that soon Daddy would be pushing his cock in me, and I would be a little lady just like Laura. We ate a light dinner, just noodles and meat. Momma said it was best not to eat like pigs tonight. I hardly ate anything, my stomach was all nervous, thinking about, well, you know, and making Daddy really happy as well. I just hope I did it right and not be a baby when it hurt some, that I knew. I was in the den with Mande when I heard Mom and Dad saying it was best to go fast or maybe let her sit and take it in slowly so she could control the tempo. All I could think of was them talking about tonight. I was not sure what "go fast" or me taking the tempo really meant, but I guess I would find out soon. The doorbell rang, and Mande likes getting the door before everybody. When she opened it, there was Laura. I was so happy to see her, and she told me that by 3 pm at the latest, she would be over, so I was getting a little worried. Laura said hello to everybody, of which my Dad gave her a French kiss. "That was not the first time, but that's for another time." We ran up to my room and got on my bed, holding hands. Then Laura asked me if I had masturbated yet today. The last few months, Laura and I have, at times, rubbed each other and talked about sex stuff during sleepovers. I told her no, but I was wet inside now. Laura told me it was best I rub myself a lot and finger myself, too, so to be as wet as I could so Daddy's cock would go in easier. Yes, that sounds good, Laura. I stripped down to my panties and socks as did she, but Laura hates panties, so she didn't have any on. Just as we got undressed, Momma came in the room and told me to rub this stuff on and inside my pussy, and to have Laura help. Momma said with a smile that she would be back in a little bit to get me. The thought when Momma said she would come get me sounded so... I don't know, but it gave me goosebumps all down my back. Laura took the tube of warming jelly, and I used this stuff before on Daddy's penis when I stroked it. The jelly is all slippery, as we all know, and after you start rubbing it, it gets warm on you. I remember my fingers would get all warm from using it with Dad, but since I suck him a lot more now, it's been weeks since we used it, but I've seen Daddy have Mande rub it on his cock. Laura had me take off my panties, lie back on my bed, and spread my legs really wide as she sat between them with the jelly tube in hand. Starting at the bottom of my pussy, Laura rubbed the jelly all over my pussy and even pushed her finger in some, which kinda made me feel all nice since the jelly warms up fast, and Laura likes to rub me. Now Laura was fingering me faster with two fingers as I was rubbing my nipples (Laura and I did this a lot). Faster she went, and I was just getting that special feeling when Momma came in and said it was time for me to come with her. Darn, I thought a minute longer, and I would have had that special feeling go through me. Momma closed the door, then Laura just rubbed my clity some more, then took her finger away. I got in my robe, and Laura got into a robe from her sleepover bag, but got in naked. Laura loves going nude. Just as we got in our robes, I heard somebody outside my room. KNOCK KNOCK Sandra DOLL, it's time, come to Momma and Daddy's room, sweetie. Daddy said through my door, then walked away. I looked at Laura with this afraid but kinda can't-wait look. She knew it was going to be the best feeling I ever had. We went to Dad and Momma's room almost right away. "Here, sit down, Sandra. You look so white. Let me say what your Daddy is doing will be great, and once the pain goes away, it's the best orgasm ever, no lie. It's better than being licked, way better. And your Daddy has a very nice penis, so just relax. I will hold your hand, plus your Mom will be there, so it's OK, really. My first time, it was just me and my Dad. You have your whole family with you, plus me, so let's go, OK." Momma was outside with Mande and took my shoulder and asked if I had rubbed a lot of the jelly in me. "Ya, Mom, it's getting me all warm, and I can feel it's making me all slippery." "Good girl. Thanks, Laura. I know you helped. You are such a good girl to Sandra. Would you sit by Sandra on the bed with me?" "Yes, I will. I told Sandra I would hold her hand." "There you go, sweetie. Go talk with your Dad, OK? I need to talk to Laura for a minute, OK." "Sure, Momma." "Hi, Daddy. You like my robe?" (doing a spin) "Yes, Sandra, your look so sexy like a real young lady. Here, come sit by me. I'd like to ask you a few things, OK. First, I know you've seen sex movies and books about others doing sex. Have you thought which way you'd like to have your first time, on top or me on top?" "Daddy, I'm not sure really what the difference is. Can you tell me?" "Relax, Sandra. Here, hold my hand. You look so nervous. This is not the first time we've done sex play, so relax, sweetie. OK, if you go on top, your Mom will help you with sliding my cock into your pussy. But on top, that means you take control and go at your own pace. But the longer you take, it could hurt longer, most of the time, Sandra. And being on top means you have to go all the way down till my cock is all the way inside. Now, if I'm on top, I will go slow at first. But if need be, I will need to go in fast and hard till my ball sac is tight up against you, and my cock is fully in you. There's more pain, but it doesn't last as long. It's like this, in a way, Sandra. You know, if you pull a band-aid off fast, it hurts, but not long, and if you pull it slowly off, it hurts longer. Think of it sort of like that. Then, after your pussy gets relaxed around my cock, we can start having sex, and trust Daddy, you will love the feeling I can give you. I think if I go on top and go fast, you'll like it better, baby. So you let me know, OK? I'll be right back." "MOMMA, MOMMA!" "Yes, Sandra, what's the matter?" "Should I go on top or have Daddy do top?" "Well, Sandra, I think Daddy on top is best. But if you think you can go and get Daddy's cock till you are sitting fully on him, then you do it. But remember, going slower may hurt more, dear." "MOMMA, I don't know. Laura, what did you do the first time?" "Sandra, my Daddy was on top and went in fast and hard, and it only hurt a lot for a few minutes, then it was nice and warm. Now we do sex, and it's so nice. I told you how it makes me feel many times, remember? Can I try on top first, Momma? Is that OK?" "Sure, it is, baby. It's up to you." "Here, give Momma your robe. You look so sexy, Sandra, and I see you and Laura got your pussy all wet and lubed up very nice. Your father will be very happy with you." Marty came back in the room, and Sandra said she'd like to be on top, so Marty took off his shorts and got in the middle of the bed with his cock all nice and smooth, along with balls. He liked having a shaved cock for his girls. "Look, Sandra. See how nice and shaved your Daddy's cock and balls are tonight? He had me do extra good, just for you, Sandra. Come sit beside Daddy, Sandra. Laura, you sit on the other side, OK." "Sure, I love to help. Wow, Sandra, your Dad's cock looks so cool, all shaved, and the head is dripping pre-cum already. Can I pump it some for you, Mr. V?" "Yes, get my cock really hard, Laura, and Sandra, you come kiss Daddy. Yes, let me suck on your sweet little tongue, baby." "Go slower, Laura. I'd rather you just rub my cock and balls to get me really horny, OK, doll? You stroke me that fast, and I might cum for you." "Yup, OK. Is that better?" "Ooo, yes, that's it, nice and slow strokes. Remember, I need my cock really hard for Sandra. Yes, Sandra, you are such a good kisser. Darn, and by the look you have, I feel you getting weak. Are you feeling good and warm from kissing me?" "Yes, Daddy, I am getting them warm feelings and stuff, plus that jelly made my pussy so warm now." "Yes, move up some. Let Daddy suck on your nipples for a few minutes, sweetie." "Yes, mmm, look how puffy your nipples are, such cute little nipples. Tell Daddy if I bite too much. You know, sometimes I bite a bit too hard on your sweet little nipples." "Yes, Daddy, I like that. Suck harder, yes, that's nice, Daddy. Yes, it's OK, that nibbling is kinda nice. My nipples are so hard, Daddy. Wow, I feel so warm now." "Mande, come with Momma now. You sit on the chair, OK, baby, and stay there. Sandra might make some funny sounds, but Daddy and Momma will be there with her, so don't you get afraid, OK, angel? Here, let your teddy bear sit between your legs and get comfy, OK." "Mommee, can I have a blankee too?" "OK, Momma will bring you one." "OK, Marty, that's enough nipple play. Let Sandra help Laura with your cock, OK, dear. Gee, Marty, you sucked her left nipple so darn hard, it's puffed up like never before. You really love them little nipples, Sandra, ha, don't you?" "Ooo, yes, nothing like a sweet little girl nipple that gets her all wet and puts that dreamy look in her eyes. I love it. And you, Laura, have a cute pair of nipples on you, very large nipples. Yummy." "Well, thank you, Mr. V. My Daddy loves my boobs also. He bought this very small bra and cut holes so my nipples can stick out. I can bring it over one time and show you." "That'd be very nice of you, Laura, but let's get back to Sandra." "OK, Sandra, get between your Daddy's legs and help him get a bit harder, and Laura, if you don't mind, I think Sandra would like you to still help, OK." "Sure, I love to help Sandra's Dad get really hard. Here, Sandra, let's take turns sucking your Daddy's cock for a few minutes, OK? I will lick the shaft, and you suck the tip, then we switch, OK." "Ya, that sounds good, Laura. Here, suck the head. I will hold it for you." "You girls go easy on sucking me. Your hands were getting me very hot, Laura. Look at all that pre-cum you got on your hands." "Mmmmm, lick, lick, suck."Laura, you nasty girl, licking all that precum from your fingers. Now suck my cock. Okay, Sandra. Can I suck your dad first? I think he has such a nice penis, so stiff and shaved, and the head is so nice. Sounds okay with me, Laura. Sitting at the top of the bed were two very happy parents, watching their daughter and her best friend suck his cock and rub Marty's balls. "How are they doing, dear? Laura likes sucking, I can tell." "Yes, I get so horny when she's around. Her body is something. Just look at them nice nipples she has." "Yes, she does have very wide nipples, and they seem to be stiff all the time." "HONEY, make them stop. I am hard enough." "Okay, okay, girls. Stop. Laura, come sit on the other side of me, and let Sandra's dad get close to you. Okay, I am going to help Sandra get his cock going inside her." "Okay, Sandra. Sit on Daddy's belly, but with your knees bent on his side, and lean forward and kiss Daddy, okay." "Okay, okay, Momma." Sandra straddled her legs on either side of her dad, so her pussy was just below his belly button. "Mmm, yes, kiss Daddy, Sandra, like you never did before. Really stick out that tongue so Daddy can suck it real nice and make you love it more. Let yourself relax, baby." "Sandra, Sandra, lean back just a bit more, sweetie. That's it. Can you feel Daddy's cock head now?" "Yes, I can feel you rubbing it between my folds. It's nice. Okay, start to sit back some. Yes, more, more. There, now Daddy's cock head is just inside your little hole." "Wow, wow, yes, I can feel it spreading me open, Momma." "That's fine. You are going to feel a lot of that kind of spreading feeling, but just relax the best you can." "Marty, why don't you hold her hips and help her along?" "Yup, was just going to." Holding her hips, I started pushing her down, which got a fast whimper from Sandra of pain, and not even 3 inches was in, which was just about at her cherry, still about 4 inches and a half to go. "Hold on, Sandra. You push down now. Go on, baby. Push down with your body, baby. I'm trying, Daddy. Really, I am trying." Up down, up down. Sandra rocked back and forth on her dad's belly, but still, once the pain started, she pulled up. Marty held her hips, and when she went down, he pulled some, but this was Sandra who said she liked to do it herself, so Marty just pulled without much strength. For over 5 minutes, this went on, with Momma and Laura coaching her on. Her dad was like a rock, ready and needed a fuck. Marty's cock was so hard, the veins looked ready to pop, and his balls were swollen up and tight as a drum from no sex for the last two days. He was horny as hell. "The feeling was so nice, but the pain was making me stop pushing. I could feel Daddy's cock ripping me open, but in a nice, warm way. My Daddy's cock is so wide, I told you, but I needed to get all of his cock in to be a real lady, and I needed to have sex like Laura does, and she says it's the best." "Marie, I think we need to do something different here." "This is not working. I need to get you on the bottom, Sandra. Okay, honey, will you get the little one in her room till I get this going?" "Sure, Mande, come with Momma." "But Momma, yes, I think it's best, Sandra. Do as Daddy says. Come, Mande, with Momma. Let me get you in bed. But, but..." "No buts. You come with Momma. Laura, can you rub more jelly on Mr. V and Sandra's pussy for me? I will be right back." "I'm sorry, sorry, Daddy. I tried, really, I did." "It's okay, Sandra. I know you did. I could see by the look on your face how much pushing down you were doing, but when it hurt you too much, I felt you pull up. A lot of girls can't take it the first time being on top." "I told you, Sandra, my dad did it to me the first time, and he was on top. Watch, you will like it better, a lot better, so relax, and it will go fast, really." "Okay, Sandra, now get in the middle of the bed. There you go, and pull your legs up and open them wide. Laura, will you get a pillow and get in under her bottom? Okay, here, lift up some, Sandra. There you go." "That's it, get a few more pillows under your head, and open your legs a little more, sweetie. Now, watch as Daddy gets between your legs and starts rubbing along your pussy. Mmm, yes, Sandra, feel my cock head. You are getting wetter from me rubbing my cock along your pussy, plus that jelly has my cock all warm now, too. Are you warm, too?" "Yes, I've been warm from that jelly since my bedroom." "I will just rub my head along your vulva to keep us going, but we gotta wait for your mom, okay. There, you like how my cock feels, just having the head inside you? I know you do, from our playtime. Doesn't it feel nice, Sandra?" "Yes, Daddy, it's so warm." "Laura, get up by her head and hold this leg back some for her, okay, doll?" "Sure, Mr. V. Sandra, hold my hand, and squeeze my hand when you need to." "Okay, I got Mande in bed. We're ready. You feel okay, Sandra? You look ready, and your father is damn hard, and I see he has some inside you, so let's go." "Mr. V, your cock is so nice, really." "Well, thank you, Laura, and I must say, your hands and mouth are very nice." "Okay, okay, let's get going, Marty." "Sorry, dear." "Okay, Sandra, let me say how this is going to go. After I find your little hole and get about 2 inches in, I will go fast and deep until my cock is all the way in, in one fast push. It will hurt a lot at first, but only for about 5 seconds, okay?" "Then I am going to leave it in for a good minute, then, after your pussy opens to my cock, I will start doing sex, and by then, you should feel a lot better. I hate the feeling of knowing it will hurt you, but it's the only way, baby." "Okay, okay, Daddy. I'll be a strong girl for you. Laura, hold my hand tighter, okay?" "Okay, feel me rubbing you. Feels nice, right?" As his cock head was just inside her smooth mound, rubbing up and down, both were wet, him like a rock. "Open your legs more. Yeah, that's it. There, I got my head just inside your hole. You ready, sweetie?" "Yaaaa, yesss, yesss, Daddy. Make me your little lady." "Laura, get her hair out of her face. Thank you, angel." "There, you feel me a bit more now, Sandra. I am in about 2 inches and just at the barrier that is keeping you from becoming a lady. Get ready, Laura. Hold her leg back, and Marie, here I go. Hold your daughter's arm, okay." "Ready, Sandra?" "Yes, Daddy. I can feel you, and it hurts a bit already, and sorta feels like..." "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-ooooouuuucccchhhhhhh!" came the screeching sound from Sandra. Her daddy gave a big grunt, lifted his ass just a bit, then pushed nonstop until his balls were resting on her little asshole. It took him about 2 seconds, then he just pushed with his feet at the base of the bed so her tightness would not push him out. "The feeling I got once Daddy started pushing into me was a burning, hot type of feeling, along with my insides being pushed inward and in a way they were. It hurt so much the first few seconds that I was saying, 'Why did I do it?' The hot/warmness was going away, and then I started to feel this nice, warm feeling I got when I rubbed myself, but it was deeper in me, like way inside. Plus, what was the strangest feeling was, since Daddy was a bit more than 7 inches and wide, I felt like I just had a big dinner and needed a poo. I know it sounds yucky, but it felt that way for a few minutes until Daddy started doing in-out sex, and then I got really warm, but still had that burning feeling, but it was not half as much as before. I was so happy about that. Plus, Laura was there, and even though the pain made me cry, I had to be a big girl like she was." "MOMMA, MOMMA, IT HURTS!" "Hold on, Sandra. It will be gone soon." Looking into her Momma's eyes, Sandra cried. Marty's shoulders were well above her head and could not see the tears rolling down her cheeks. "Sandra, you are squeezing my hand so TIGHT." "Sorry, Laura." "No, no, it's okay. I know you need to hold my hand, and you squeeze my hand hard as you need to. Remember, I am your best friend." Marty, still holding his feet firm at the bed's frame, as he felt her pussy trying to squeeze him out. Marie looked between Sandra's legs and saw some blood just below Marty's balls, but not a lot, which made Momma happy. "I can feel you relaxing some around my cock now, sweetie. How do you feel? You look so white. Are you okay?" "Yes, Daddy, I am okay." "It doesn't hurt as much now, Daddy." Looking down at Sandra, Marty was so happy that he kissed the tears rolling from Sandra's cheeks, then went into a full lip lock, tongue among tongue, as all could see. Then, running into the room was Mande. "MOMMA, MOMMA, IS SANDRA OKAY? I HEARD HER SCREAMING, MOMMA..." Getting up from the bed, Marie let little Mande come into the room and sit on the bench near the wall, where she got a nice view of what was going on. She knew Sandra was going to become a little lady tonight, and it was her first time seeing such an event, even though Momma had her go from the room during that one part. Now, after the kissing, which had Sandra feeling like jelly again, I started going in and out very slowly to test how Sandra was taking my cock. In out, in out. First 1 inch out, then back in, then 2, then 3 inches was going in and out as I picked up the pace. After a good few minutes, I was taking a good 6 inches out, then started a good, hard fuck with my full 7-wide-inches of cock, which got Sandra's attention right away. "Daddy, Daddy, go slower, just a bit slower, okay, Daddy? It's still hurting. Yes, 0-yes, just like that. Thank you, Daddy." Feeling that Sandra was starting to enjoy it, I picked up the pace after a short slow down. "I was starting to feel really good as Daddy went in and out, so I had Momma and Laura let my legs go, as I pulled them farther back and wider so Daddy could have more room." "Daddy!" "Yes, yes, sweetie. Is everything okay? Do you feel all warm inside now?" "Yes, 0-yes, it's starting to feel really good. I can feel you inside me with my hand if I push on my lower belly. Look, push your cock all in. See how it makes my lower belly look bigger?" "OOOOOO, yes, it does, Sandra. You have Daddy feeling sooooooo hot, sweetie. It doesn't hurt you no more, right?"In, out, in, out - almost 7 inches was now going in with a rather slow but nice rhythm. I was feeling the need to speed things up, but didn't feel like she was ready for a real hard pounding yet, but I was damn ready, oh yes, very ready to pound her good. "Daddy, I am feeling really good now. Can you do sex the way you like, like I've seen you do with Momma, you know, fast and stuff?" "Sandra, your daddy is going to give you the best fuck you ever had, so you hold on, girl, and get ready for your first pounding." That's all the words I needed. "Remember, dear, she's still a little girl. Don't forget that when you start pounding her, okay? It's not me under you." "Yes, yes, don't remind me now, dear. Sandra is asking, and I will do as needed, please." Getting up on my knees more, I took her legs, and had Laura and the miss hold her legs even farther back as I started really going hard, not the full 7 inches, but damn close. I was pumping like a piston into her smooth little mound, and with each thrust, Sandra let out a gasp of air from the weight of my chest, plus seeing her little smooth vulva and cleft of her hooded clitoris being pushed inside her as I was thrusting my cock deep inside her - it was so exciting. Faster and faster, I pounded her pussy with my cock head just in her slit, then slamming in till my balls were slapping her ass. In, out, in, out, pounding away, that I was getting so sweaty, and my cock was getting ready to cum. Most times, I could last for 30-40 minutes on a good day, but Sandra's pussy was just too tight, and in less than 5 minutes of the full pounding, I let out a loud grunt-like sound, then slammed my cock in till my balls were again on her asshole. Then I felt my daddy juice pumping into my lovely Sandra, who was soaked in sweat too. Feeling my cock twitch as spurt after spurt of cum was pumping deep inside, up against her little cervix. "Daddy was really pounding his cock in and out so fast now, and my whole body was bouncing with Daddy on the bed, and it did feel so good, just like Laura said. I loved the feeling, and it was getting better all the time, then Daddy started to grunt, then I knew it was almost cum time." For a good minute, my ass jerked a good 4 loads as the cum was pumping into her tight, smooth pussy, and Sandra being so tight, cum was leaking out the sides of her pussy. Then, after my cock was soft and pushed from the tightness of Sandra's pussy, I sat back on my knees, sweating like crazy, and saw a sweaty girl with eyes of glass, with nice puffy nipples and a very red pussy that was now a little lady. Leaning over, Momma gave her new little lady a big kiss, and jumping on the bed was Mande to look at the pinkish cream leaking from her sister's pussy. Laura, too, gave Sandra a big kiss, a long French kiss, as they called it, as now they both were little ladies. Still lying on my back, legs now lowered and open just a bit and bent up so Daddy could look at his sexy girl. "Daddy, that was so wonderful. I never knew it would feel as good as that. The pain hurt a lot, but after, I had such good feelings. Laura, you were right, it is the best thing. I can't wait till have lots of orgasms from doing sex play, and Daddy, we can do lots more soon, right?" "Momma will talk to you about all that, okay, sweetie?" "Okay, okay, Momma." "Just let's enjoy this night, okay, and we'll talk about it tomorrow, okay, Sandra? You do as Momma says, and you will be fine. Thank you, Momma. Give Momma a kiss now." "Okay, girls, Daddy is going to shower, then get in bed. Laura, give Sandra a hand for a little bit, okay?" "Sure." "And you, little girl, back to bed." "Yes, you, Mande. Go with your dad and do as he says. Here, give Momma a kiss and get to bed. I'll be in later to say goodnight. Maybe Momma will rock you to sleep." "Well, see how Momma feels later. Now, get going. First, give your big sister a kiss, and Laura, too." All three girls gave each other a long kiss before Daddy pulled Mande away. "Okay, I'll be right back. I'm getting a bucket of warm/hot water and towels. You girls chat. Laura, could you rub some of this jelly on Sandra's pussy, and NOT the warming one? I'll be back in a few minutes, okay." Now, Daddy could enjoy the sweet young love he'd been teaching, not to forget Laura was also a student from years of teaching from her dad. So, what will come next? I think Mande will get some extra time in the next story. What would you like to read more about in the next part that will be started in March? So, let me know ASAP. What would you like to read about Sandra doing with Daddy, and maybe some sis/sis fun? Let me know. There will be more to Samantha's home schooling out in a short time if all goes well. Working on part-4 of Samantha's home schooling now. HOPE YOU ENJOYED MY FANTASY-FICTIONAL STORY -- ENJOY ALWAYS -- M. PLEASE SEND REMARKS - it's nice knowing that you liked the story. TY AGAIN - M. WORKING ON -SANDRA STARTS HER TRAINING PT-2-, LIKE TO KNOW WHAT IN PART-2 YOU'D LIKE TO READ MORE ABOUT. ANYTHING GOES...ANYTHING, SO LET ME KNOW, AND WE'LL ADD IT FOR YOU, AND YOU'LL KNOW IT'S TO YOU BY A LITTLE SMILE NEXT TO IT. ALWAYS ENJOY - M. All the names in the story are fictional, as is the story.	3
103,912	Silent Watcher	He moved silently through the dark, unfamiliar bedroom with a skill that came from experience. His eyes could discern objects quite clearly in a light so dim that others would be in danger of stumbling. It was probably this trait, more than anything else, that had inspired his current profession. Silently closing one drawer, he moved to another, all the while listening intently to the sound of breathing coming from the bed nearby. A slow, deep breathing, calm and tranquil. If she began to wake, he would notice, and he would leave. He prided himself on the fact that he'd never been seen. As he moved to yet another drawer, he stole a brief glance at the sleeping figure. Even in the dim light, her beauty was obvious. She lay on her back, covered by a satin sheet that clung to her body. He indulged himself for a moment, following the outline of her legs, up to her hips, the smooth, trim stomach, narrow waist, and small, rounded breasts. Silken hair flowed around her pillow, shining in the dim light from the window. Yes, quite beautiful, he decided. He moved to the wardrobe and took his time sliding the heavy door silently aside. As he patiently proceeded with his task, he began to detect a slight change in her breathing. She was coming out of the deepest part of sleep now and would soon be dreaming. He still had plenty of time. He started on the drawers in the wardrobe, more alert now, but still calm as always. First one drawer, then the next, never hurrying, leaving barely a trace of disturbance in his wake. It could be weeks before she realized he'd been there. Her breathing patterns told him that she was definitely dreaming now, but something was not quite right. A small niggling at the back of his mind told him he was missing something important. He held perfectly still and listened. Her dream seemed to be troubling her, disturbing her peaceful sleep. He decided to wind things up. There was nothing he could put his finger on, but his instincts rarely failed him, and he preferred the path of caution. With agonizing slowness, he slid the wardrobe door back into place while carefully watching her. Despite her troubling dreams, she was still deep in sleep. He began to relax slightly and observe her reactions in the dim light. Her lips had parted slightly, and her chest rose and fell unevenly with her breathing. Outlined by the thin sheet, he could see that her nipples were enticingly erect, and he began to wonder if he had misunderstood the nature of her dream. He felt an intense urge to stay and observe, at least until her dream changed, but that would be folly. He pushed the thought from his mind. With the wardrobe door finally closed, he turned to leave when an indefinable sound froze him in his tracks. It was a faint sound, barely detectable, of something sliding against the satin sheets. But he was unable to discern its source. The girl was still definitely fast asleep, and she was not moving, he was sure of that. So what was it? Where was it coming from? The sound of his own blood rushing in his ears made it difficult to hear, and with an effort, he forced himself to calm down. Until he could work it out, he dared not move, so he stood and watched, desperately searching for an answer. It took nearly ten seconds, perhaps the longest ten seconds of his life, before he thought he had an answer. Only, that which he saw did not make sense, and he felt none of the relief he had expected. His eyes must surely be playing tricks on him, he thought, because he could see a place on her leg, just below the knee, where the sheet was being pressed against her. The impression was moving subtly, as if an invisible hand was stroking her in small circles through the sheet. Yet there was nothing and no one there. Though feeling uneasy, his curiosity kept him from leaving. He forced himself to keep watching, hoping that the scene would rearrange itself into something that made sense. Slowly, the strange effect moved upwards until it was above her knee. He could now clearly discern the small, faint indentations that moved in slow, patient circles as they travelled higher. He watched her reactions, a slight rolling of the head, her lips parting further, her breathing becoming deeper. She was definitely feeling this invisible caress, yet she was still very much asleep. The touch seemed to be blending in with her dreams, perhaps shaping them and allowing her mind to accept them without question. Years of observing sleeping patterns told him that she was not one to wake easily. He had no idea what he was seeing, but he found himself still unable to move, let alone leave. He stared in disbelief as the invisible hand made a path along the outside of her leg. He was amazed at how easy it was to track its progress as it travelled upwards to her hip. There it flattened itself out before moving on to her waist. Her back arched slightly as the sheet was pressed around her slim waist on both sides, pressing in under the hollow of her back. Clearly, there were two hands now, or maybe there had been all along. When she exhaled, it was like a soft, gentle sigh. She was quite definitely beginning to respond to the roaming hands. He watched, mesmerized, as they continued to tantalize her. They drifted around for ages, moving up and down her body, avoiding her special places, content for the moment to arouse her slowly. His blood was pounding deafeningly in his ears as the hands finally moved up towards her breasts, where they began to gently cup and squeeze with amazing gentleness. The young woman drew a deep, ragged breath, a soft, beautiful sound that stirred his emotions. It was followed shortly by faint sounds of pleasure as her erect nipples were manipulated through the cool satin sheet. And still she remained asleep. Was this normal for her, or was something preventing her from awakening fully? Steve watched her arousal grow quickly as the hands made love to her breasts. His mouth felt dry and furry, and he found it difficult to swallow as he stood motionless, transfixed by the scene. After a time, to his further amazement, the invisible hands withdrew, and the sheet began to rise up above her body. It formed a low, elongated dome over her, as if the sheet were filling with air. With the sheet raised in such a manner, he could see her naked breasts, rising and falling heavily with her deep breathing. The billowing sheets fell again, but not all the way. To his complete astonishment, they settled onto something that hovered above her. His skin prickled, and he felt the metallic taste of fear in his mouth. Outlined in the sheets, directly above her, he could clearly see the broad, muscular back, hips, and thighs of whatever it was that was with her. Yet, where the sheet ended, there was nothing to be seen. Under the sheet, the unseen knees gently nudged her legs apart, and slowly, steadily, the shape lowered itself onto her. He saw her breasts flatten out under an invisible weight, and a moment later, heard her gasp loudly and cry out. She arched her head back and called out softly as the invisible intruder forced its way inside her. And still, she did not awaken. He could clearly see the outline of the invisible hips beneath the sheets as they began to pump rhythmically between her legs, over and over, firmly and deeply but without excessive force. The girl moaned softly, beautifully. It wasn't long before she began to pant and gasp, her breath shuddering in her throat as a climax came upon her. Her soft cries filled the room as she arched and twisted beneath the invisible bulk that pinned her to the mattress. Relentlessly, it continued to drive into her, sending her from one peak of pleasure to the next. Unable to move, no longer concerned for his own well-being, he watched the scene to its eventual conclusion. Gradually, the apparition eased her down, slowly and wonderfully, until its thrusts seemed no more than a soothing caress inside her, and her whimpers became contented sighs. Finally, he regained his composure and quickly backed towards the bedroom door, thinking solely of the open kitchen window that was his point of escape. The last thing he saw before he turned and left was the satin sheet, its support suddenly removed, billowing down over her glistening, sleeping body like a parachute softly landing.	5
104,106	Job Hunting	Hi, my name is Cleo, and as I have found out, I like to have fun. Which always leads to trouble. I am 20 years old with brown hair, brown eyes, and my stats are 34DD-22-34. I needed to find a new job as I'd been sacked from my last one for too many days off. So I looked at the job section in the paper, and the only one there that was any good was one of those vague ones, and it said "MODELS WANTED - flexible hours, all types of work." Well, I thought everybody keeps saying I should be a model, or men are always trying to get my clothes off, so I thought I'd go for it. I phoned the number and got an interview at 1 pm. I picked out a bikini-style set of underwear and a smart but casual dress that clung to my body, did my hair with a center parting, and some makeup, and set off. Looking at the building, I had my doubts, but thought, "Well, every company has to start somewhere," and entered. "Can I help you?" said an old man at a desk. "I've come for a modeling interview." "Third door down the corridor," so I went to the door and entered. Inside, there was a little waiting room with a sign at the end that read "Press button and wait." So I pressed and sat down. There were modeling magazines all over the table in front of me. I flicked through some - they were all types of modeling in them. Just then, a door opened. "Cleo?" "Yes, I'm Cleo." "Please come in," said a man of about 45, who was short with a bald head and very ugly. "Take a seat, please, and we will begin." I sat down, and he explained that he'd just started this modeling agency within the last month and was looking for girls to model anything at all, and was I interested. I didn't leave, so he carried on, and then came to the part where he said the girls he'd seen so far usually left some, and might require underwear or semi-naked, but with the intimate bits covered. Because I was still sat there, he said, "You sure?" "Sounds like fun," I said. "Right, could you remove your dress, please?" "What, here?" "Yes, on some jobs, it will be required, like I said. I have to make sure you're up to it." So I lowered the shoulder straps to my dress and pushed it to the floor. "Very nice. You sure you've never done any modeling?" "No, none." "Now, could you remove your underwear, please?" I took them straight off. I think it was the need for the money that made me do it. "That's the first time I didn't have to ask at least twice." "Well, I do need the work and the money." "Very nice, in fact the best I've seen," he said, walking round me, looking up and down. He even felt my breasts. "Good, all natural," and then very quickly felt my ass. Then he said, "Okay, you can get dressed now," and then he went back to his desk. "There is one rule that we have - you can not have a boyfriend or men while working for us." I thought for a minute and said, "Can I have some time to think about it, please?" "I must have an answer by today at 4 pm. If you haven't rung by then, I'll take it as you don't want the job." And I got up and left. On my way out, the old man said to me, "I hope you didn't take the job." "Well, I haven't said no, but I don't think I will. Why?" "It's a front." "A front?" "Yes, for selling girls abroad so they can become hookers." "If you know how come you let him stay in the building?" "Landlord gets paid extra, and you've seen the building." He had a point. "How can I ever thank you for telling me?" I asked. "Well, it is my break time now. You could keep me company and have a cup of coffee," he said with a funny grin. "It would be my pleasure," I responded. He took me to a little room to the side with boxes as the only furniture. He made the coffee and handed me a cup. While I drank it, he explained everything he knew of his operation. All of a sudden, I was feeling very hot and horny for some strange reason. I just kept fidgeting. "What's the matter?" he asked. "I feel very hot, in fact, too hot." "Then take your dress off. There's only you and me here. I'll lock the door so no one can disturb us." For some strange reason, I did. I was sat there in just my bikini underwear, looking at this 67-year-old and thinking, "God, I wish he'd just give me a good fucking." I don't know why or how I'd become this turned on to think this. He gazed at me and said, "I sure bet them tits look good." This made me just remove my bra like I was hypnotized. "Now come stand in front of me," he said, so I moved in front of him. "Unzip my fly, take my cock out, and suck it hard," so I did exactly as he said. When he was hard, he said, "Now take off your knickers and sit on that box, lean back and open your legs wide." I did what he commanded. He stood up, got between my legs, and rammed his 10-inch wrinkled cock in hard, and he just kept ramming in long, hard strokes. As he fucked me, I looked down and watched his old cock fucking my pussy. Also, I could see my tits wobbling with his thrusts into me. As well as seeing him play with my nipples. He fucked me for ages; I orgasmed twice, then he till he finally came in my pussy. "That was great," he said. "Now get dressed and leave." Just as I left, I heard him say, "The old magic hypno potion gets me a nice bit of fuck pussy again." I didn't feel disgusted by this either. Something inside of me told me that it was the right thing to have done for what he told me. As I went home, I passed a sports shop that needed a sales assistant, and after talking with the manager, he told me that I could have the job, but it would require two things. One, I had to wear whatever he chose for the staff to wear that day. And two, everyone had to go to the staff parties without fail. I thought, "Strange rules, but no problem," so I'd got a new job, and I didn't start for 6 days. I decided to buy some new clothes and lingerie to wear tonight as I was going to a party to celebrate. I got a short pleated mini skirt that you wrap round and fastened with a buckle on the waist in red, blue, and yellow tartan thread. Next, I got a blouse that you didn't fasten but tied at the front in red. The lingerie I got was a tie set that was nearly completely see-through in yellow and left nothing to the imagination - it was a naughty schoolgirl look. When I got home, I saw I'd got some messages, so I played them. Bill's voice asking if I was available for a party tonight if I was to give him a ring. He explained that it was a pimps and hookers party. I told him what I'd bought, and he said, "Perfect." When we got to the party, there were more pimps than hookers, and by midnight, there were only me, Bill, and about five other pimps left. Bill thought it would be good fun to play some games. What I didn't know was that they all involved me being the center of attention, and the other thing I didn't know is how revealing this outfit could be. Anyway, the first game was leapfrog. They were the frogs, and I was the stool which they jumped over. This was good for them for a number of reasons - when I bent over, the skirt would lift right up and show just about the whole of my ass and knickers. Also, they'd get to feel my ass, and when they aborted their jump, they could rub their cocks up and down my ass. After that, we played limbo. They all went out early, and I had to keep going, not knowing that when I limboed, my shirt would open, and my tits would be exposed. Then a game where they'd blindfold somebody, and they go along the line guessing who they were feeling. Which I thought strange, as I was the only woman, but as I found out, they did it for a good grope, as it took them 10 minutes each to guess me and 30 seconds to guess the others. It got that feeling of sexual lust going in me. Then it was onto the last one. It was a game called "play dead" - you have to pretend you're dead while they try to do anything to make you move. Sounded a strange game to me, then Bill asked me to go first. This is when I knew something funny was going on. But I said okay, as I didn't want to upset anyone or make a scene. I laid down; they took turns to try to make me move. They tickled me, nipped me, and things like that. Bill thought of a new way of trying - he started to undo the strap on my skirt. Once undone, he proceeded to pull it to my right. Now I was nervous as his hand took hold of the other part. When he moved this, all I'd have is a see-through bit of yellow fabric covering my pussy. He pulled it, and I felt the air hit my bare skin. "Fucking hell, will you look at that? She might have well not bothered with the knickers." "That is one well-trimmed, sweet and juicy-looking pussy." But I didn't move, so another one started to undo my knot on the shirt. It fell open. Another two lifted me, and he took it completely off. They put me back down. This exposed my tits. "The top matches the bottoms and covers about the same - nothing." "Look at them tits, and those nipples are to die for." But that didn't make me move either. Even though I was laid here now practically naked. "I'll make her move, watch this." He put his hands under me and pulled the bow to my top. It loosened. Then he took hold of the front and lifted it off me. This thought still didn't make me move. Even being laid here topless, something of the competitiveness in me wanted me to win this no matter what. Things were really hotting up now. "Right, my turn. This will make her move." He got hold of each bow of my bottoms in each hand and lightly pulled them. They both came undone. He lifted the fabric from my body and pulled it over so it was laying on my thighs. My fresh, neatly trimmed triangle of pussy hair and slit of my pussy was now bare and fully exposed to them.But I still didn't move. "That's it, she's won," said one. "No, the game's not finished yet," said Bill. "I've got an idea of how to make her move," and with that, he opened my legs and moved between them, burying his head at my crotch. He started to lick and probe my pussy and clit. I still didn't move. By now, the others had decided he wasn't going to be the only one to have some fun with the naked bimbo. I now felt someone take my left nipple into their mouth. Another one started licking my right tit while squeezing and groping it. Up to now, I hadn't moved at all, but just then, I opened my mouth and let out a low moan. "She moved," said Bill, but he didn't stop. He just lowered his head again and started to probe and lick my pussy and clit some more. I couldn't help it; I was enjoying the attention too much to stop them. They had really started to get me going now, and I was really moaning with pleasure. As I opened my mouth to gasp, one of the pimps put his cock in. "That's nice and soft," he said. Two others moved to either side of me and unzipped their flies and took out their cocks. I reached out and started to stroke them. "I thought you only read about women like this on the Internet, and I thought they were just stories." Was I becoming a whore, or was I someone who just liked to please men and have a good time? They swapped positions a few times, taking turns on one tit or at my pussy, fucking my mouth or getting a hand job from me. Then one of the pimps said, "I'm going to try some of that pussy," and with that, he moved between my legs, positioned himself over my pussy with his cock, and entered me softly. By this time, I was more than ready to have a cock enter me, and boy, did it feel good to have a cock filling my pussy. As he started to fuck me with a slow rhythm at first and slowly building up pace, I still had a cock fucking my mouth and two mouths on my tits. He was still quite slowly pumping away like a man who'd got a lot of experience. Expertly, he continued to build a steady pace. Then another mounted my stomach and started to fuck my tits. "With tits like these, they're just crying out to be fucked," and all this time, one of them kept fucking my face. So now, there were three of them working me, and I was loving every minute. The first one to cum was the man in my mouth. But as he started to cum, he pulled out and shot all over my face. "Now, that's what a real tart should look like with a face full of cum," and he laughed. Next, the man fucking my tits said, "Open your mouth and look at my cock," so I did, and he shot his load into my mouth, and I swallowed. "Just like a good little tart." And the last one to come was the man fucking my pussy, and even though he had been giving me a great fuck, he just came and pulled out and said, "The tart's got a nice pussy," and that was it. Two hands grabbed hold of me and lifted me up, saying, "Now, let's see how much of a tart she really is." My mind worked overtime, wondering what they were going to do. They stood me up and put my underwear back on and my shoes. Once I was dressed in my tie-up undies and shoes, they walked me out of the room. "You guys stay here till I come back," one said. Once we were out of view of the others, he put a gag on me, then he picked up some handcuffs and opened the front door. "Right, come with me, tart," and pulled me out the door by both my hands. I was trying to pull back, but he was too strong. We got to a lamp post. He took my hands and cuffed them around the lamp post. "The pubs should be kicking out now, and this is a cut-through to the Indian takeaway. Should be interesting," with that, he left. That bastard had left me there wearing a tie-up top and bottoms that were completely see-through, and anybody could come along. I was completely defenseless with my hands cuffed behind the lamp post. It didn't take long until I saw someone coming. But just at that moment, I heard banging coming from the house and voices arguing, then silence. By now, the man was just in front of me, and with my hands behind my back, handcuffed around a lamp post, I was at his mercy. He stopped and looked at me, rubbed his eyes, looked again, and then just said, "No, I'm not falling for that again," and walked past. A voice from the house said, "What a prick, a fucking half-naked sexy woman helpless to do anything, stood in front of you, and you just go straight by." "Must have been gay," said another. Just then, I saw another figure walking down the road. As he came closer, I recognized him - it was the creepy, short, ugly man from the interview today. He had his head down and hadn't noticed me until he suddenly looked up, as if he sensed something, and saw me. He looked around, then moved right in front of me. "Well, hello again, bitch. Aren't you in a spot now?" He looked at me, then smiled. "You're the bitch from this afternoon who never phoned to accept the job, aren't you?" "Hmmmm" was all the sound I could make from below the gag. Then from the house, "Seems as if he knows our little tart." The ugly man came very close and said, "I think because you didn't even have the courtesy to ring me and tell me that you didn't want the job, that I should at least get to have a fuck for my trouble." With that, he took out his cock and started to stroke it. "Let's just loosen that top a bit," and he reached and loosened the bow and then moved the fabric covering my tits to each side to reveal my tits. Next, he moved his hand down to my knickers and moved them to the side and put his finger in my pussy. "So, I'm not the first tonight," he said. "But I'll be the next," and with that, he pulled out his finger and placed his cock at my pussy lips. "Now, at least one of us is going to have some fun," he said, and pushed into me and started pumping away. He looked deep into my eyes and said, "All I've done since I saw you today is regretted not doing this afternoon," and he kept pumping away. He was groping my tits and biting them as he fucked my pussy. No, this can't be happening. I was getting very turned on, and you could see it. A voice from the house, "Look, the little tart's loving getting fucked in the middle of the street by a stranger," and I was. This horrible little man who I knew what he did to young women was fucking me, and I was loving it. He picked up his pace. "Fuck, bitch, this is one of the best pussies I've ever fucked, and I'd have made a fortune from you if I could have got you to sign. But I bet this is what I get instead. It will do," and went even harder and faster. I could feel my back and ass banging into the lamp post with the force of his thrusts. "I'm cumming...I'm cumming...I'm cum..." and with that, he shot lots of cum up me, and I orgasmed. "The fucking dirty tart's orgasming while fucking this ugly little bastard," and a quiet laugh came from the house. He pulled out, zipped up, put my tits back in the bra, and pulled my knickers back. He looked at me, "I could have been rich with you," shook his head, and walked off. The bastard came out and got hold of me, took me back in the house, and I saw Bill tied to a chair with blood coming from his nose. "Well, you truly are a tart who will fuck anything and get off on it, aren't you?" he said, then grabbed hold of me, put me face down, bent over a table, undid the bows on my bottoms, and shoved his cock up my ass and fucked away at my asshole. While he did this, the other who'd not cum yet moved round the front, took the gag off me, and shoved his cock down my throat and fucked away also. They weren't very gentle with me either. I was being slammed into the table with their thrusts. They also were slapping and hitting me as they fucked me roughly. Soon, they were ready to cum. The one in my throat pulled out and shot all over my face and hair, while the other one pulled his cock out of my ass and shot his cum all over my ass and back. Then they dressed me and threw me out the door and said, "Come again soon, I can always use a good tart," and shut the door. A couple of minutes later, they threw Bill out, who just looked sad, and when he took me home, all he could say was how sorry he was. More soon. THE END.	3
104,116	Helping Out	Hi, my name is Cleo, and as I have found out, I like to have fun. Which usually leads to trouble. I have brown hair, brown eyes, and my stats are 34DD-22-34. A friend of mine rang, asking if I could give her a hand with some 16 to 18-year-old boys who were orphaned on a sports day of fun, and I said that I would. Now, the only sports clothes I have are my running clothes or gym clothes, so what to wear. The weather was hot, so I decided to put on a pair of white high-cut shorts with a light pink thong with a logo on the front saying "please insert if wet." For the top, since it was hot, I thought I can't wear a bra in this heat, so I put on a tight crop t-shirt that would give my bust a bit of control but not as much as a bra, and my training shoes with white ankle sports socks. I did my hair into a ponytail with my double headband. I was ready to go. When I met them, there were about 25 of them and three of us. The plan was to take them to the sports park that was newly opened. It has every sport you can think of, and you can either have an instructor or just play by yourselves. The morning was to be spent as a big group, then break into 3 groups in the afternoon. Now, the morning games went well. I didn't compete in any; it was just the boys who played football (or soccer to you from the U.S.), which they played a little league of 5-a-side, and as I found out later, the winners were the 5 boys I was having for the afternoon. The reason I was only taking 5 is because I was the youngest of the helpers by a good 8 years, and they thought I couldn't manage any more than that. So, lunchtime had arrived. I had a light lunch, just in case I was needed to do any games in the afternoon. I was introduced to my five lads; one of them was 16, two of them 17, and the last were 18, but all close friends, I was later to find out. But I was told at the time they didn't talk much, and this was a bonding day to try to get them to build friendships with each other. To my memory, I don't think I ever knew any orphans at that age or even ever in my life. I talked with them to find out which sport they wanted to do first; tennis, they all agreed, but the same again, a mini-league but with pairs, so I said, "Okay, who's with who then?" I was paired with the youngest one, and the others split up into pairs. So, as we played, the team who wasn't playing would umpire and be ball boys when the others played. But as I found out, they didn't seem to see much when I played a game. Because when there was a call to be made, amazingly, neither would have seen it. It sure was hot, and I got quite a sweat on playing. I got everyone some water and asked what next; then, basketball, they said. We started a game of 3 on 3. To even the sides, the two 18-year-olds paired with the 16-year-old, and that left me with two 17-year-olds. We won easily. But as we played, they just seemed to be unable to concentrate on the game; something was distracting them. As we played, I got really hot and sweaty, and god, was it hot now. I was sweating just standing still; it was so hot. I then asked them what game now; squash. So, off we went to the courts, and again, we played doubles, and again, I was paired with the 16-year-old. At this point, I noticed the reason they couldn't concentrate; it was me. Or rather, my chest as it bounced around, and I was unable to stop it no matter if I wanted to or not. We won the mini-league without even looking like losing a game. So, again, what did they want to do, as we only had a couple of hours left; they said, a cross-country run. I had to find out if you were allowed to go out for a run. Yes, but there was no set course, so you made your own course through the woods. We decided how we were going to do this, and all agreed that we should stay together as we ran, and it wouldn't be a race. I got some bottles of water, one for each of us, as it was red hot now, and off we set running in the group, which gave us time to talk with each other. At this point, I found out that they were really close friends and that they pretended they weren't when others were around them so they didn't get split up on these days out. We just then had to stop in an area surrounded by thick bushes about nine feet high, but with the top totally uncovered, so the sun shone in. One of them said he'd hurt his ankle, and we were a long way from the main path, so I said let's rest here, and I'd take a look. He didn't seem to look that bad; I was dripping with sweat now. I sat on the floor with my legs stretched out and leaning back on my hands with legs slightly apart. When one of the boys said, "Does that mean we can do it now then, Cleo?" I turned and said, "Do what?" "Insert now." "What are you talking about?" "Well, it says, 'Please Insert When Wet,' well, it's wet now, does that mean we can?" I suddenly realized what he was talking about. How did he know it said that on my thong? So, I looked down. What I'd forgotten about these shorts is that they go completely see-through when wet. As this was very cheap cotton, they were made from. I'd got them from work too, free, as they didn't sell well. Now, they were soaked with sweat. I started to blush, but before I could say anything, one of them grabbed my arms. While another took out my double hair tie and tied my hands with it. Another one took off his headband and gagged me with it, and then they looked at their prey. "Look, we must have started to get her going; I can see her nipples poking through her top," as he said this, I could feel my nipples tighten. What were they going to do to me? "Right, Cleo, you've done nothing but tease us all day, so now it's payback time." "Mmm" was all I could say. "Right, let's have a look at the goods, boys." And with that, one of them grabbed my top and pulled it to my shoulders, exposing my tits. "Wow, god, they're better than the girls in the magazines," one said, grabbing at one inexperienced. Just then, another set of hands pulled my shorts off. "Look, she's got a thong on; the slut must be easy like the girls in them videos who wear thongs." Now, one of the eldest boys reached forward with his shaking hands and took hold of the elastic waistband of my thong and started to pull them down. With the run and the red-hot heat, I was soaking wet with sweat, and as he pulled, my thong just rolled up until my pussy hair was exposed. "Shit, it's trimmed and looks beautiful," one said. "Mmm" was all you could hear from me, but what I was trying to say was now just stop right there, and you won't get into any trouble. Now, there were a few whispers amongst them, but I couldn't make out what they were saying until I heard, "Well, we've gone this far now, we might as well go all the way, after all, I bet she never tells anyone that she let five teenage boys fuck her in some woods," and with that, the one with my thong started to pull again. When my pussy came into view, he stopped. "Look at that, it's just like the ones in the books and videos." "But we will get to fuck this one, not wish we could." What did he say? They were going to fuck me. But...but...but they were only young boys, even if two of them were only 2 years younger than me. I was a virgin till I was 18 myself. Now, he totally removed my thong and said, "Right, let's draw straws to who goes in what order." So, that's what they did. The first was an 18-year-old; he dropped his shorts, and he was hard already. "I only ever dreamed of my first fuck to be with a babe this beautiful," and as his friends held me, he entered me straight away without any foreplay, and after a few pushes, he came. The next was a 17-year-old, and he started fucking me really fast. Too fast, and he too soon came in my pussy. Then, the other 17-year-old tried to go slower and play with my tits as he fucked me, but didn't last much longer. That left just two of them, and next, it was the youngest's turn. He looked scared stiff. "No, I can't do it," he said. "If you don't, we won't look after you anymore, and the others can bully you whenever they want," said one of them. He thought about it for a while, then slowly and nervously, he took down his shorts and very shakily entered me; it only took two pushes, then he came. The last one was the biggest of them and he looked the boldest too. "My turn, and I'm determined to give her a better fuck than you wimps." I thought he must be the leader of their little gang. He dropped his shorts, and his cock sprang out, and it was quite well developed; it was about 7 inches long and 2 and a half inches around. "Right, let's start, slut. You've had the rest, now have the best." God, how corny could you get, and he entered me very slowly. He seemed to just stop and get used to the feeling. Then, after a short period, he started to pump away; he lasted about five minutes before he pulled out and came on my face. "Just like the movies," he said and laughed. "What are we going to do now?" one said in a panicked voice. "What do you mean?" said the big one. "We'll just untie her; I don't think she'll complain or tell anyone. I mean, she's not going to admit to anyone that she couldn't handle a bunch of kids and was even fucked by them." At that moment, he knew he was right; I couldn't let anybody know. As I would never get a good reference from them if I wanted one. Plus, my friend most likely would never speak to me again. They untied my hands, and I removed the gag, and all I said was, "I hope you're happy. I was enjoying my day, and you've ruined it. This is what you call rape, and you can go to prison for it," and got dressed. Nothing was said between them and me all the way to the bus, and as I got there, my friend said, "Did everything go ok, did they behave and have fun?" All I replied was, "Yes, they had fun," and looked at them, and they all looked away.I got on the bus. Nobody seemed to notice my see-through shorts, thank God, and it was quiet all the way back for me, and they were all quiet too. When we got back, I watched the boys off the bus. My shorts had dried out quite a bit now and were no longer see-through. As the big one got off last, he whispered to me, "I'm glad it was someone as beautiful as you who was my first," and gave me a kiss on the cheek and went. I could not believe what I felt at that moment - pride and honor, and I was blushing.	3
104,120	A Night Of Fun	Hi, my name is Cleo, and as I have found out, I like to have fun, which usually leads to trouble. I have brown hair, brown eyes, and my stats are 34FF-22-34. A friend of mine had bought tickets to see Lee Evans live. She had offered me one of the tickets, which I jumped at, as I really loved his stand-up DVDs I'd seen. So I thought it would be a really fun night, as she told me that there would have been a crowd of us girls going. I'd not listened to what she actually said. I was already getting excited, so hadn't listened to her properly. What she had actually said was that there was going to be a crowd of girls going. I never even heard the explanation that she was having to sell all the tickets. Just the thought of seeing what I considered the best comedian in the world had made me shut off and already imagine what it was going to be like. Once I'd got my ticket, the show was only the next day. It took me all this time to try and decide what I was going to wear. I could go all dressed up or just casual. Should I wear a dress, skirt, jeans, trousers, or shorts? Then there was what should I wear on top if not a dress - T-shirt, vest, shirt, jumper, cardigan, or even a boob tube? Whatever I decided to wear would have an influence on what shoes I was going to wear, or so I thought. It took me quite a while to finally put together my outfit. So long that by the time I had, it was time to get ready. Really wanting to feel good for this, I'd had a soak in the bath, waxed my legs, and shaved my pussy into a little fluffy line of wispy pussy hair. I'd taken great care in brushing my hair out and then putting it into a ponytail. I put on some of my best makeup, including bright red high-gloss lipstick. Then I went into the bedroom to dress. First, I put on a pair of red and white striped, hooped stockings. Next, I picked out some knickers that were just a little heart-shaped front that covered my pussy with a lace ruffle edge and waistband that led to a thong back. On top, I wore a red corset with black lace trim and black ruffle edging. It had hook fastenings up the front, just like the ones they used to wear in the old Western films that hookers and dancing girls wore. It really pushed up my tits and showed them off. With these, I wore a black Gothic Lolita petticoat mini dress. It was lace with lots of ruffles down it, basically. Lastly, I wore some lace-up, five-inch, high-heeled black leather, pointed-toe ankle boots. I thought I looked real sexy and ready for fun. To get there, I took a taxi, and the closer I got, the more excited I became. The doors opened at 6:30 pm, and there was no warm-up act until Lee Evans came on stage at 8 pm. Getting out of the taxi wasn't easy. I had to swing one leg right out so my legs were wide apart as I tried to get out the back seat. There was a group of men just going past as I did this, and they cheered as they saw me. As I'm sure they got a quick glimpse of my knickers as I did this, all I did was blush and smile at them as I fully stepped out of the taxi. Looking around as the taxi drove off, I saw already that there were people going inside, as it was 6:30 pm already. There was a real mix of people around too, various sexes and ages. I even saw a young teenage girl, I think, as she really looked young and certainly not eighteen, which was supposed to be the age rating. Straight away, I seemed to be getting bits of attention as I headed up towards the entrance. To do this, you had to climb some steep steps. This hadn't even crossed my mind when I had dressed, as I'd never been to this arena before. I would never have thought anyway about putting on a mini skirt tonight. There were some men behind me as I climbed the steps that made some wolf-whistle noises at me. All I did was turn and smile at them. Once at the top of the steps, I looked around a bit more. I soon noticed I wasn't the only woman to have dressed up a bit for this, as there were some in sexy dresses and smart clothing. All this area was lit up by lights around the building. It was now that I noticed just how much my tits jiggled and wobbled inside the corset as I walked. Heading to the doors, I had to show my ticket for it to be scanned. As I did this, I noticed that they were searching someone every so often to see if they had any hidden items on them they shouldn't. Now I'm sure that looking at all these people getting searched, the women were doing the women, and the men the men. I stepped past the man who scanned my ticket and told me to enter. This is when a man stood in front of me and asked me to step to the side so he could search me. I thought he was going to call a woman over to do this, but he straight away started to run his hands from my ankles up my legs. It didn't occur to me that this was strange in itself, as every search I'd seen was just a brief pat over the body. This guy was actually running his hands all the way up my legs. I would have complained, but the shock stunned me into silence. His hands didn't even stop when he reached the top of my stockings or skirt. They just went right up and even felt across my pussy, then round to my ass, squeezing the bare flesh once he was there. It didn't even cross my mind that there was no way I'd have anything hidden there, as you can't hide something where there is no clothing, just bare flesh. He soon had his hands running up the corset, which anyone would know had nothing in it, as it pushed all my body in a bit. So anything under it would show up. His hand went over the shape of my tits and on to the bare flesh poking out of the top. One hand even forced its way down in between my tits. He finished after this. Still in shock and actually feeling a little turned on, I was told to continue into the arena. There were quite a few people in here already. Some were looking at the merchandise stall, which I made my way over to. I was looking at the various items for sale. I decided to buy a tour T-shirt for women. Also, I got a programme, which the guy put into a bag for me. Just as I was paying, I felt someone feel my ass, but couldn't see who as I turned to move away from the stall. As there were quite a few people stood behind me, I just went on to the drinks stall to get a water for while I watched the show. After which, a quick call to the toilet, which was already filling up too, so I had to wait a bit until I managed to use one. Then I thought it best to make my way to my seat, even though there was still an hour until the start of the show. It was really filling up now, as it was becoming quite the squeeze to move around. I felt hands more than once on my ass and pussy. I'm sure they were all accidental, and some weren't even just men's, as the odd one or two felt quite small. I looked at my ticket to see where exactly my seat was and made my way round to the doors that had a set of numbers over it that had my seat in them. So I headed through these. Through the doors were some stairs, which I climbed up to the opening at the top. Once at the opening, the sight I was greeted with was a view around the whole arena. As I stood looking round, a man asked me what seat number I had. I told him, and he told me to go down the stairs to the floor area, as that is where my seat was. So I set off down some more stairs. There were people already sat down in various places, some right next to the stairs I was going down. A couple of men I passed wolf-whistled at me as I passed. It briefly entered my mind, could they see up my skirt, but it been very brief, I just dismissed it as it didn't matter. Once down on the floor, I had the job of finding my seat. The floor was all covered with some boarding, I think this was to protect it, as it had two floors, one a highly polished wood and the other ice for ice hockey and skating. I was stood looking at the rows of seats when a voice behind me asked "Can I help you, Miss?" As he then must have realised what I was doing, adding "If you bend over a little more, you'll see the row letter and seat numbers on the side." So I bent over more. As I did, feeling a draft on the bare flesh of my ass, I didn't even think if someone could see my near-bare ass in this position. I saw the numbers and realised my seat was further down, closer to the stage and was going to be slightly across a bit. Finally, I arrived at the row where my seat was. I went across, looking at the numbers on the seat bottoms, until I found mine. It was right in the middle of the row. I sat down, and straight away saw that this seat wasn't bad in relation to the stage, just left of centre. One of the side screens was in front of me. After seeing this, I started to look around, seeing people making their way to their seats. Also looking up at how high the seats went around the arena and thinking I'm in a good place here, as I wouldn't want to be one of those right up in the top. Not because you wouldn't see anything, as the big screens made sure you did, no, it was just the positioning of the seats in my opinion. When I bought the ticket off my friend, I never even thought of asking her about the other tickets she mentioned. Had she already got rid of them, and was it some other girls coming, as she called them? This question was soon going to be answered as time ticked on to the start of the show. The arena was becoming quite full, as it wasn't long now, and I was getting very excited. My mind had wondered earlier if I'd even know the people who had the other tickets, as I knew quite a few people she did. What I didn't know just now was very soon to find out. The ticket I'd bought was not only the sole one she had sold to someone she knew, it was also from right in the middle of the set of tickets she got.The arena was really filling up now as there wasn't long to go before Lee taking the stage. The seats around me were still empty though. Even with just ten minutes to go, there was still no one next to me. I started to think that either the other girls weren't coming or whoever she sold the other tickets to. Just as I thought this, a crowd of men came to the end of the row I was sat at. As they did at the other end where there was another aisle, some more men appeared. The two sets of men started to shout to each other. "This is our row," one asked the man at the other end. "Yeah, man," was his reply, and they all started to come down the row I was sat in the middle of, making lots of noise and shouting. Two big men sat next to me, one on either side, and left me no room at all as I felt their bodies next to me. I could have said something, but I realized there was nothing that could be done, as both these men were well over six feet six inches tall and both carrying a fair bit of weight. Not vastly overweight, but not what you would call plump either. They were on the fat side. All the men were still making a lot of noise. These two were even talking over the top of me until one looked at me, "Well, hello beautiful. How are you?" This guy spoke to me and took me completely by surprise. I didn't know what to do. Should I reply or just sit here quietly? In the end, not wanting to strike up any conversation as the show was about to start, I just sat here quietly. The men hadn't given up trying to get me to talk to them, but thankfully it was only a couple of minutes. As suddenly, the lights went down, and the stage screens burst into action with a cartoon. The whole arena went deathly quiet except for the noises coming from the cartoon and a man talking about the character on the cartoon. This was supposed to be Lee Evans in prehistoric earth. Then, when this was done, there was some music, and Lee stepped onto the stage through some doors. A massive cheer and round of applause went up at the sight of him. Unable to contain myself, I joined in this. After all the noise had died down, Lee went straight into the hello and it's great to be here and slipped straight into the stand-up routine. Instantly, I was laughing and falling forward or sideways at times as I did. I could also feel the two men either side of me laugh as their huge frames wobbled as they did. All along, I just couldn't stop laughing and was becoming less and less able to control myself as I laughed. So I never noticed or realized just what was happening with me or around me, as I was just in fits of laughter. My skirt had ridden up a little as I squirmed in my seat as I laughed, so it was just below my crotch now and only just covering me. So my heart thong wasn't showing. That was the least of it though. Because unknowingly or without me in control, I wasn't paying attention to where and what my hands were doing as I laughed. I was not even aware of how turned on I was becoming with the laughter. As most women will tell you, a man being funny or witty is one of the things women will look for in a man. About three-quarters of an hour of the opening half of the show had gone. By now, I just couldn't stop laughing; the show had been so good. No longer was I in control of myself or paying any attention to what I was doing. The two men either side of me who had me jammed between them, I think, were though. As I was now laughing to try to help brace myself from falling, my hands had gone out instinctively. It was where they had gone and what they were doing that was going to start all this little situation off. Because my hands were on both the men either side of me. Not on their legs or such though. No, at this precise moment, one hand was on and seemed to be rubbing the guy's cock to my right, while my left hand was also on the man's cock to my left but holding it as I laughed as if it was a handle. The interval came just as the hour mark was turning. This was going to be about half an hour long according to the run program I'd seen. Even as this came, I was still sat there giggling. The two men now were turned, looking down at me and were watching my tits jiggling and wobbling in my corset as I did. A few moments more passed until one said, "Well, well, well, gorgeous. You sure aren't shy, are you?" which made me turn and look up at him. As I looked, he then said, "I mean, here you are sat in a crowd of people, tits nearly hanging out of your 'come fuck me' corset and with your skirt hiked up to nearly your waist." Which didn't even make me think that it had risen any still. Because it was the next bit that made me suddenly stop dead and remain completely motionless as he continued with, "And with your hands rubbing our cocks." It seemed like ages went by until I snapped back into motion and pulled my hands back to me and into my lap. Still, though, I was turned on, which I hadn't even noticed. Not even when I put my hands in my lap did I notice just how wet my pussy was through all the thin material that covered it, as all this was quite moist by now. The other man on the other side started to talk to me too. He gave me various compliments and also commented on things, just as the other did. The thing was, I was no longer being quiet and ignoring them either. As I started to reply to their questions they asked me from time to time, all the time, I was blushing, still thinking about what I had done unknowingly. Not even did it once cross my mind that soon Lee Evans would be back on stage for another hour. As after about fifteen minutes had gone, some little comic film adverts had come on and gone, which had also made me laugh, and the two men's eyes never left my jiggling tits as I did. The lights went out again, and Lee made his way back onto the stage to loud cheers and applause again. Then straight away, he went back into his routine. While off, he'd showered and changed, as he sweated a lot when he was on stage. You could tell this from the moment you saw him. He made jokes about various things. Quickly, though, it was apparent to me, in my opinion, that this half of the show was even funnier than the first half. I was soon laughing even more and falling about again. Lost in the whole laughter again, I was paying no attention at all to what I was doing or what the two men at the side of me were doing. My hands were back in their laps, rubbing and stroking their cocks in my hands. They had not done it straight away but had waited until the second half was on the way and for me to lose control of myself again. Then they made their own moves while still watching the show. As they didn't want to miss the show, it was that good. But also, they were planning ahead to what to do after it too. One had put his big arm round my shoulders and had his hand touching the bare flesh of my tits that stuck out the top of the corset. The other guy was doing the same as me in a way. His hand was in my lap like mine was in theirs. His hand, though, had pushed the hem of my skirt up just that little bit more so my crotch was slightly revealed. Which his hand was now on and rubbing my pussy through the little heart of my thong. All the time, I just couldn't stop laughing as Lee Evans went from one funny bit to another. The two men also were laughing but also making sure that I remained in my horny state. The man continued to rub my pussy through my little heart thong. The other, though, had undone a few of the hooks on my corset so not only was a lot of my tits showing at the top of the corset, there was also quite a bit of my tits showing down the middle as my tits pushed against the corset, hoping for freedom from their cramped prison. The corset was only just now covering my nipples. It wasn't even covering some of the areola, as quite a bit of this was showing. He'd done this so he could slip his hand inside and actually play with my tit. By now, the show was coming up to the end. As the lights went out again on the stage, leaving the whole arena in darkness apart from the light coming from the emergency exit lights, a couple of minutes later, the lights all came back on, and there was now a piano on stage with Lee dressed as a sort of clown. He went into a song, which was usually the end of his routine. People were getting up already and starting to leave. I think they were trying to beat the crowd. Once he'd finished his song, everyone got up and applauded, shouted, and cheered. We all did this also. So I was left alone for a minute. If I was going to get away, it was now. The thing is, I didn't even try. Then again, they blocked either side of me with their huge size, so I doubt if I could have anyway. Lee came back on the mike to explain that someone had requested him to do something he hadn't done for years, and he was going to do it. So he now went into a sort of mime routine to one of the band Queen tracks. It also was very funny as I stood there laughing. These two guys had come back to giving me some attention. As one had his arm round me with his hand inside my corset again, playing with my tit. The other was groping my ass now, though, as we stood there. Once this was done, Lee was going though his thank-you's and also telling everyone how much he enjoyed playing this city, as it was one of the places that helped him take off and such. Everyone was now starting to head for the exits, and I picked up my things, and we did the same. It was really crowded and slow-moving, so the men continued to grope me even as we walked. The last bit, just as we were climbing the steps, came on. It was the cartoon again of Lee's animated caveman leaving. This ended with Lee's caveman getting crushed by a rolling rock and him smiling as it rolled away while stuck to it. Once out into the back of the arena, there were people everywhere. Some made for the merchandise stalls and others the toilets. Most, though, were making for the exits. This is when I noticed all around me were men. It was the rest of the men off our row.I didn't get much chance to take any notice though, as the two men were guiding me towards the doors while one still had his arm around me with his hand still in the top of the loosened corset. As the other's hand was on my ass, stroking it. It took a bit to get to the doors and out. Once we were out, we went to the side, out of the crowd, and stood against the wall of the arena. While we stood there, most of the men stood away from me and these two huge men. One of them was groping my tit and pussy. One hand was inside my corset, the other was up under my skirt, rubbing my pussy through my little heart thong. The other was kissing me full on the lips and around my neck. It was now that I said, "I need to call for a taxi to get home." This made both of them pause. Finally, one said, "We could give you a lift home, baby. Just down the road, we have our van." "But I need to get home," I replied, even though that feeling was extremely high in me, and I was fighting it. These two men, though, had no intention of letting me go now, and they continued to talk to me while groping and kissing me. All of this went on for about fifteen minutes, until the crowd had gone. As had my resistance by this time. Because I agreed to go with them and let them give me a lift home. The way down went through the large car park and then into a path system which was lined by bushes. Through here, they kept stopping me as their mates walked on to kiss and grope me. These paths led up to a footbridge that went over the top of the tram and train tracks. We stopped on here again for more kissing and groping. This time, it was more heavy, and they undid my corset a little more, so my tits were now hanging out of it, as there were just a few clips holding it shut and on me at the bottom. That feeling had now taken over me, and I did nothing to stop them. They crowded in close to me, covering me as a couple walked past. At the same time, the tram passed under us. My attention taken by both of these, I never saw, felt, or realized they did it at first. They pulled down and removed my skirt. The first I found out is when they stood back and looked at me. The bigger of these two huge men commented, "Fuck me, what beautiful knickers. All that is covering that sweet, wet, hot pussy is that little red heart." They smiled at me before coming back up to me. With that feeling taking control of me, I did nothing to try to attempt to cover up or stop them as we set off again. I could now feel my tits bouncing freely as we walked along, and their hands rubbing my naked ass cheeks. When we were close to the end of the path, we stopped again under a street light. It was here that, while kissing and groping me, they removed my corset completely. So all I was left in was my ankle boots, striped hooped stockings, and the little red love heart thong. They stopped groping me and stepped back to look at me stood there like this. "Fuck, that is one hell of a body you've got, babe." "Fuck, I've just got to get a picture of you stood there like that, baby." And this, not just one of them did. They both took a picture of me stood there, nearly completely naked, on this public path. Then we set off walking again. At the end of the path, we came onto a brightly lit main road with traffic whizzing by in both directions. We were stood at a crossing, waiting for the lights to change. It never once crossed my mind that I was stood here, practically naked, or that at any moment, one of the passing cars or such could be a police car. When the lights changed, they stopped the traffic, so we crossed. I walked as if I was fully clothed. Except I wasn't. So all the stopped cars saw me walking in front of them with my naked tits bouncing with every step. As we crossed, I saw the other men from our row head into a well-lit pub car park. Then, as we stepped onto the pavement on the other side, they entered the pub. We headed in the same direction. As we entered the car park, I had a very brief thought that we were going into the pub too. Even then, though, I never thought of how I was dressed now. We came up to the side of a white transit van and stopped. One of the men spun me round to face him as he pushed me against the van as he did. Then one of the men went round the back of the van. The other man's hands went down to his fly and pulled it down in front of me. I watched as his hand went inside his fly and pulled out his cock. Then, as he flicked it up and down, he said, "Right, baby, get down and suck my cock." It was as if he was my father, commanding me to go to my room or something. I just did as he said without any argument. I squatted down right there in the car park and took his cock into my mouth. So here I was, near naked, sucking some fat man's cock out in a pub's car park. So, as his mate looked back round the van, the sight he was greeted by was his mate stood there in the car park with a near-naked, big-titted girl squatting down with her legs wide open, showing her little red love heart thong, sucking on his cock while he was groping my tits. Then he shouted to him, "Yo, man, I'll go get us some drinks, and then we can fuck the shit out of this babe." He disappeared again. His mate, though, put his hands on my head now, and with his now hard cock, started to fuck my mouth. My own hand started to rub my pussy through the thong as he fucked my mouth. I heard him say to me, "You are a proper dumb slut, aren't you, baby?" As he saw me rubbing my pussy as he face-fucked me, "I think you need a cock in that wet pussy, don't you?" Which, having said that, he then released my head and pulled his cock right out of my mouth. He then reached down and grabbed my arm and pulled me up to stand. Once I was stood up right, he kissed me and then whispered in my ear, "I'm going to fuck the shirt out of you, slut," then spun me round to face the van. I never thought about it that here I was about to be fucked out in an open car park to a pub. Not only that, but I was about to do it nearly naked because, right now, he was pulling my thong down. He then pushed me slightly for me to bend over. Which I did, pushing my arms out, so my hands came to rest on the side of the van. Then, just as I was positioned, and as I looked down at my red love heart thong around my ankles, I felt his cock's tip start to press against my pussy lips. Also feeling, as it did, that his big stomach pressed against the top of my ass. With a powerful shove forward, his cock drove into my pussy as I felt the whole force of his thrust go right along my body, up my arms, and to my hands pressed hard against the side of the van. With a steady, firm rhythm, he fucked me from behind. Looking down, I could see my tits swinging below me as he did. While also looking down at my thong still around my ankles and not even thinking that all this was out in the open for anyone to see. It was now that I heard the other guy's voice from the side of us, towards the back of the van, "Woah, fuck, man, you're fucking her out here. God, she is some dumb slut." The man fucking me never even missed a thrust as he replied, "Yeah, man, and this pussy is so tight and soft." As then I felt both my tits start to be groped. It wasn't only the man fucking me who was groping my tits. They both had hold of one each. The man fucking me really started to fuck me hard, and I couldn't help but moan out as he did. They didn't seem to mind if someone saw them fucking me, as they even talked as the man fucked me. "This babe sure is one dumb slut." "Yeah, I think we should get some pictures of her pussy and tits after to post on the net." "Fuck it, I might even take some of her face covered in my cum." "If you do, I'll take some of her tits dripping with my cum." And they started to laugh as the man fucking me really rammed into me hard. As he'd been fucking me now for about ten minutes, he was close to cumming. So, quickly, he pulled out of me and turned me round. Pushed me down to squat in front of him. Then, as soon as I was there, he stroked his cock and shot his cum all over my face. True to what he had just said, he started to take photos of me with his phone. Close-ups of my tits and pussy. Then some of my face covered in his cum. As soon as the man who had just fucked me was finished taking photos, then the other man stood me up and pushed me back against the van. He lifted one of my legs up, then, with one hard, powerful push, he rammed his cock into me right to the base of his cock. Smiling at me, he said, "Fuck, babe, this is one hell of a good pussy," then started to fuck me with very powerful thrusts that were lifting me off the ground, sliding me up and down the side of the van. As he did, he grabbed my ass to hold me off the ground. I instinctively wrapped my legs around him so he could penetrate me deeper. As he fucked up into me, I could feel my nipples rubbing against his chest. With this and his cock going really deep into my pussy, I felt an orgasm building. Unable to contain myself or not even trying, really, I screamed out as I orgasmed on his cock. All through it, he just continued to fuck me right here in the car park. On and on he went, bouncing me now up and down on his cock that was dripping with my juices from my orgasm. He'd stepped back a bit now, so I was no longer pressed against the van. I had my arms around his neck, holding on as he had his hands under my ass, lifting me up and down. We were more out in the open now and could be seen from the pub itself, I think. Finally, I felt his cock start to twitch inside my pussy, which meant he was about to come. So, he quickly lifted me right up off his cock and dropped me to the floor. Before I had time to do anything, his cock started to spurt cum onto my tits. By the time he'd finished, my tits were covered in his cum, as there was loads of it. Quickly again, they started to take photos of my tits covered in his cum, and I heard one saying, "Fuck, this will look great on the net." Then, as they were just finishing, and one of them was pulling me up to a stand position, there came a lot of noise.As they pulled me round the back door of the van to be stood right at the back of the open van. Some of the men from our row came into view from the pub. Just a few feet away, they all stopped and looked at me. They looked like they were all drunk, as they couldn't even stand without swaying. It was all quiet for a few seconds, then a big roar went up as they all came rushing at me, and hands went everywhere as I was bundled into the van. It had only taken them seconds from staring at me to me now with a cock in my mouth and one fucking me clumsily in his drunken state. This was before everyone had even got in the van and the doors been shut. They didn't even stop when the van set off moving. I don't know how many of them were in this van. It was cramped though, and I was getting groped all the time by the men who weren't fucking me. At the moment, I was on my back with my ass lifted up and resting on the guy's legs, who was between my legs holding them, fucking me in my pussy. As another guy had me sucking his cock. I could feel my tits being crushed and squeezed in some hands. Also, at times, my nipples were being pulled, stretched and twisted. All the time the van was moving, I was getting fucked. When the van stopped, I was getting fucked. I was getting fucked on my back, on my front, while on all fours, laid on my side, stood up, bent over, I rode them facing them and facing away from them. Every single one of them fucked me in both my pussy and my mouth. They came on my face, tits, pussy and ass. Some came in my pussy, others came in my mouth. All of them took pictures of my pussy and tits. Some took pictures of me with their cum on my face, pussy or tits. One or two even took pictures of me with their cock in my hand, pussy or mouth. I orgasmed that amount of times I lost count. Most of this happened while the van was stopped. How long this had all been going on or where I didn't have a clue while still in the van. After they had all fucked me either once, twice and I think even three times for a couple of them, one if not both of the men who fucked me in the car park finally gave me my skirt and corset back, which I put on. I still had my stockings and shoes on. I never was given my thong, so I don't know if they kept it or my thong had been left in the car park. I don't remember seeing it from it being round my ankles. Once dressed, I climbed out the van. All the men kissed and gave me one last grope before the van drove off, leaving me stood in the street right in front of my own home.	5
104,122	Down And Out	Hi, my name is Cleo, and as I have found out, I like to have fun, which always leads to trouble. I am 21 years old with brown hair, brown eyes, and my stats are 36D-22-36. Bill had been invited to a dinner party and asked if I would accompany him to it, and I had accepted, as I could do with a good night out. It was going to be at an old school friend of Bill's who had been quite successful with his business in the last 10 years. I had been shopping for some new clothes to wear and had got a lace thong that split into two at the back, running up to a butterfly at the top of the T, and was light green in color. Also, I got a very expensive dress that was a strapless, tight-fitting mini dress in a matching light green color to the thong. It showed off a lot of my legs and quite a bit of my ample breasts, which, as they were braless, would bounce when I walked. To finish off, I got a pair of green stockings and leather high heels. I was wearing my hair up in a bun with some makeup to give me that finishing touch. Looking in the mirror at myself as the doorbell rang, so I went to answer it. Opening the door, I saw Bill stood there in a black suit and black bow tie. As he saw me, his jaw dropped, and he just gazed at me up and down. After a minute or two, I said, "Well, how do I look?" and Bill replied, "Fucking gorgeous." It was time to go, and Bill had got one of his taxi buddies to take us there in his special car, which he drove for weddings and things. It was a top-of-the-range Mercedes. When we pulled up to the house, it was a massive place with its own swimming pool and tennis courts, with a driveway through the luxury garden. We got to the door as it opened by a man the same age as Bill. As we got to the man, he said, "Well, hello, Bill, you old devil. Glad you could come," as they greeted each other. Then the man turned to me as Bill introduced me, "This is Cleo, a very close friend," and he kissed me on each cheek. When we entered, the place was gorgeous, with a long sweeping staircase, and he took us into his main living area. It was a cross between a lounge and a library and office all rolled into one. After we had been given drinks and settled down and talked, the doorbell went, and Steve, Bill's friend, went to answer it. He returned with two more men who it turned out were his main two directors in his business, which, as I found out as we talked, they were all gay, and Steve owned a chain of gay pubs and clubs. I then asked the question which was bugging me most, "How come you and Bill are so good friends, as they lived completely different lifestyles and even came from different backgrounds?" Steve replied, "Well, when we were at school, Bill was one of the most popular and best fighters in the school. As it got out that I was gay, I was getting beaten up and loads of abuse, but Bill befriended me and protected me from it all." I looked at Bill, who was blushing, "Well, I had known a few gay people, and it's not an illness or anything like that. It's just the way they are, so I thought I would keep him from harm," and that's how the friendship built from there. As we ate and drank, the conversation turned to sex and the way lust and feelings control people. We were getting quite merry but not drunk as the drink flowed, and just as we finished the meal, Steve said, "I bet that if a person's lust is strong enough and a situation arose that would usually make them run a mile, they would be driven by lust and excitement." I agreed, but Bill and the two men disagreed, saying that a person would always keep their pride intact. After the discussion had been going on for a while, Steve said he was willing to prove it, so much so that if he was wrong, he would give each of them 5 grand. They said he was on, but how could he prove it? He turned to me and said, "Cleo, are you as sure of this as me?" "Yes, 100 percent." "Then will you be willing to be the test subject in my little scheme to prove it?" I thought for a minute. I don't know why, but I said, "Yes, I will do it." They gathered into a group as I was not allowed to know how they were planning to do this, as I might become biased just to prove them wrong. When they broke their huddle and turned to me, Steve said, "I'll get the car," as he didn't drink, he was still able to drive, "while you blindfold Cleo and bring her out front." I was placed blindfolded in the back of the car, and as we drove away, I was feeling both scared and excited as I tried to work out what they had planned and what I had gotten into. As we drove along, I was trying to listen to them talking, but none of them said anything, so I tried to hear noises that would give me a clue as to where we were going, but it just sounded like we were heading through the city. Finally, Steve broke the silence, "Are you sure this is the place?" and Bill said, "I've been a taxi driver in this city for 20 years. Don't worry, this is the place. Park over there," and I felt the car slow down, then stop. My heart was pounding hard with both fear and excitement as the doors opened, and they got out. Then my door opened, and I was helped out. I was trying to hear a sound that would give me a clue as to where we were, but it was all quiet. Someone took hold of my hand and guided me in the direction they wanted to go, as Bill said, "It's just over there. That's where they are," and after a few steps, we turned a corner. For the first time, I could hear noises, but nothing that told me where we were. I could hear the sound of crackling wood in a fire, then a few coughs and low talking, but could not hear what was being said. I was led forward a few more steps, then Steve said, "Right, stop here, and we will start the experiment," and I was actually getting turned on, not knowing where I was or what was about to happen to me. As I stood there, I felt someone take hold of the zip on the back of my dress and start to unzip it. When they reached the bottom, the person's hands moved to the sides of my dress and started to pull it down. As it passed over my nipples, it caught on them, and with a hard tug, the dress was pulled past them, making my breasts come bouncing into view. As they did, it all went quiet, except for the crackling of the wood burning nearby. The dress was pulled over my ass and to the floor. Steve's voice said, "Take four steps forward. Don't worry, we will be here keeping an eye on you," so I took four steps forward and waited to find out what was going to happen to me next as I tried to cover my breasts with my hands. I heard noises of people moving, coming from around me, getting closer and closer, until I felt a rough-skinned hand on my ass. Then someone moved my hands from my breasts, and as soon as they were uncovered, another rough hand was on my right breast, then another on the left one. Feeling the rough, coarse hands on my soft skin was a real turn-on for me, and then I felt my thong being pulled to one side to expose my trimmed pussy hair and pussy to the people groping me, then another coarse hand on my pussy, slipping a couple of fingers in. They mauled and groped me for a few minutes, making me feel very horny and ready for anything. I felt someone tugging at the knot on my blindfold, and it fell off. Blinking to adjust my eyes to see where I was and who was groping me, the sight that came into view was not only a surprise but a shock too, as I saw that I was in the middle of an area that was what was a load of rubble of a building that had been demolished. But that was not the thing that shocked me, but the men who were groping me were a load of down-and-outs or tramps, for the want of a better description. There were 4 of them around me, all having a grope of my body. There were 3 white men, and the man finger-fucking me was the only black man, and they all looked like they hadn't bathed for some time. Even though I was shocked and disgusted by the sight of them, I was so turned on and horny that I didn't even try to run away from them but let them carry on playing with my breasts, ass, and pussy. The black man scooped me up off my feet and carried me over to an old couch near an old metal drum with a fire in it. He placed me down and positioned me on the couch on my knees, leaning over the arm of the couch, and he knelt behind me, moving the thong aside again. I heard him unzip his trousers, and then I felt a big cock against my pussy lips. He shoved in hard and started to build up a good rhythm as he pumped in and out of me with long, hard strokes. At this point, I heard a clicking sound like a camera taking photos and flashes of light at the same time, but I was now in a state of pure lust to care about it all. I wanted that cock to keep fucking me. But it must have been a while since he had fucked someone because he pulled out and shot his load onto my ass. Before I had a chance to move, another one of the tramps was entering me with his cock, but he was nowhere as big as the black man, and he wasn't very good either. He pumped in and out of me clumsily as he kept falling out of my pussy. He was trying to fuck me fast with long strokes, but kept pulling back too far, and I couldn't wait for him to cum, and he soon did, also spraying his cum all over my ass. This time, I just stayed there, waiting for the next one, and as he entered me, I turned to look at what was happening. I saw the flashes of the camera in Steve's hands, taking in all the action as it happened, but this was not what horrified me. To the side of him was Bill with a video camera, filming it all as I was being fucked by these tramps in the outside on an old couch, and what was worse was the fact that I was enjoying it as the third tramp shot his cum on my ass.The last one got behind me and was in no hurry to enter me as he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down my pussy lips, teasing me. To my horror, I started to beg him to fuck me, but he still didn't enter me as he said, "No, I have another thing in mind, slut." What was he going to do to me? But I didn't have long to find out as he moved his cock up to my asshole and pushed in with one strong thrust. So, that's what he had been doing - lubing his cock to fuck my ass. As he started to fuck my ass with long, strong, steady strokes, he said, "You sure have a nice ass, bitch, and a slut like you who is willingly fucking 4 tramps without a care in the world is only good for one thing, and that's to be ass-fucked hard." With that, he pushed in really hard, and I couldn't help but scream out at the top of my lungs with both pain and pleasure. This one seemed to be the one with all the experience as he fucked me like an expert, with long, powerful strokes, with no sign of coming. Yet, he reached around with his coarse hands and crushed my tits roughly in his hands. This put me over the edge, and I orgasmed long and hard, screaming at the top of my voice for his cock to fuck me harder. A moment later, as I was still screaming in pleasure, he pulled out and shot all over my ass and back. On and on he went; there was loads of it. And just as the last drops hit my ass, a bright light came on, spotlighting us. A loud voice said, "Everybody stay where you are, this is the police. You are under arrest." Then I heard Steve say, "Quick, let's get out of here," and my reflexes took over. I jumped to my feet and span round and started to run for the car. The voice said from behind me, "I said stay where you are, this is the police," but I was that scared I just kept running. As I went through a hole in what used to be a wall, I realized I didn't know where the car was, and with these shoes, I couldn't run very fast. My mind suddenly kicked into gear, and as I turned right after the hole, I looked around for somewhere to hide rather than try and find the car and get caught. As I scanned the area, I saw an old building to the left, and as I passed it, I noticed a hidden entrance behind some bushes that had grown in front of it. I quickly made for it. Once inside, I looked for a good hiding place and found a small trap door in a corner. I lifted it and climbed into a small storage area, just big enough to fit in, and waited. Soon, I could hear voices, muffled at first but getting louder. I tried not to make a sound as I heard a police radio and then footsteps on the floor above me. I tried to bring my breath under control as the voices and footsteps grew louder. They were now that close that I could hear what they were saying: "Spread out and search the whole building, leave no where unchecked, and I mean no where. I know there's someone in here." And then a lot of noise as they started to tear the place apart, looking. A few minutes went by, then I heard a voice say, "We've checked the whole building, sir, and found nothing." And another say, "I was sure someone came in here. Well, if you've checked everywhere, we better move on. Let's go." And just as I heard the sound of footsteps leaving, one said, "Hold on a minute, over there. I can see a trap door," and they stopped. "Well, don't just stand there, go check it." I froze with fear and heard footsteps coming my way, but just as they were about on top of me, I heard a police radio say, "Attention all units, officer in need of assistance and an officer down in Green Street," and the voice of the policeman in charge say, "Leave it, let's go. That's just 3 streets away," and them all running out the building. I stayed there for what seemed like ages until I was certain no one was still here or coming back, and slowly opened the door and climbed out. When I was fully out and just as I shut the trap door, someone grabbed me from behind, and a voice from the shadows in front of me said, "Well, well, what do we have here? If it isn't our little slut. You come for some more cock then, slut?" And as he said it, the man holding me moved a hand down to rub my pussy through the thong. The man in the shadows stepped forward. It was the tramp who had fucked my ass earlier. "When I saw you enter the building, we hid and waited for the cops to go. Then, when they came out without you, I knew where you must have hidden, so we waited for you to come out." As he talked to me, the other one had worked his hand inside my thong and had pushed 2 fingers into me, which was making me really horny. With this and the fear running through me, I was feeling a level of lust beyond anything you could imagine. He continued to talk to me, "You and your friends come down here playing your little games and don't even care if we want you here or not. Well, it's time we got something back for a change. Get her ready." And as soon as he said this, his friend pulled down my thong and threw it to the man. He looked at it and said, "You come down here in your little thong with the cute butterfly on it, get what you want and go. Well, this time we get some payback for our troubles, slut," and threw my thong down and moved forward and put a scruffy old blanket on the floor. I stood there in fear of what was going to happen and full of lust as the other man kept finger-fucking me and also now playing with my tits. "Put her on the blanket," he said, and I was moved to it, and they positioned me. They took out their cocks, and one entered my ass, the other my pussy, and started to fuck me. They fucked me hard and rough, which made me even more excited. They drove into me, showing no mercy as they fucked me, and I couldn't help myself from screaming out in pleasure as I orgasmed. Soon, they were shooting their cum onto me, and as soon as they finished, he gave a whistle, and about another 5 or 6 men appeared from all round. I tried to stand up to get away, but was immediately pushed back down. "You're going nowhere, slut, till we've had our payback, bitch." They surrounded me and pawed and groped me all over my body. I was scared stiff, but this was still making me feel horny, and they could tell, as one said, "This slut wants it, look at her. She's getting off on all this attention, her pussy dripping with her juices." As another said, "Then let's get started and show this bitch what it's like to be really fucked," and they took their cocks out and started to proceed with the gangbang. Firstly, I was placed on top of one of them with his cock in my pussy, and then another entered my ass, and a third forced his smelly cock into my mouth, and as I was nearly sick with the smell, a loud cheer went up. They all fucked away at their respective holes roughly and hard, and I could not believe it, but this was driving me wild to another massive orgasm, and they shot their cum all over me. They were replaced by some more men, 4 this time - one in my ass as I was placed on top of him, then one in my pussy, another down my throat, and the final one fucked my tits. They started to fuck me hard and rough, just like the others, and this went on until they would shoot their cum all over me and were replaced by the next lot. There seemed to be a lot more than the first lot of them, and as I got a chance to look round, there must have been at least 15 of them, and they were all fucking me until I passed out and could remember anything else. It was still dark when I woke up, and I was covered in cum. As I looked around, everyone had gone, and they'd placed my thong back on my cum-soaked pussy. I decided to get out of there fast. As I moved over to the door, I was only wearing the thong, stockings, and shoes. How was I going to get home? As I looked out and no one was around, I decided to slowly go back to the spot where the old couch was and see if my dress was there. I looked round the corner through the hole in the wall, making sure none of the police were waiting there. No one there, so I made my way forward and looked around for my dress. Shit, no sign of it or anything else that would be useful. I sat down on the couch and buried my head in my hands. What was I going to do now? Just then, I heard a voice I knew. "I thought if you got away, you would come back here." It was Bill, and he had my dress, which he handed to me. Quick as a flash, I put it on, and he said, "Let's get out of here." When we got back to my place, we had a laugh about the night, and Bill asked how I managed to get away, as there were coppers everywhere. So, I told him about the hiding place I found and how I was nearly caught. After Bill left, I took a shower and went to bed, trying not to think what I had done that night or the way I had acted. The next morning, there was a knock at the door, and a delivery man with an express parcel. I signed for it and took it inside. As soon as I looked inside, I sort of had a feeling what it was as I saw a video tape and a brown envelope. I took the video and put it in the machine and pressed play. On the screen was me, blindfolded, with Steve unzipping my dress. I sat down watching it, transfixed. After about 10 minutes, I fast-forwarded the tape until the bit where the cops turned up, then it cut to a darker scene. It was the gangbang after. Someone had caught it all on tape, and I saw the point I passed out, but that didn't stop them. They kept on fucking me for another 2 hours. I eventually managed to pull myself back and picked up the envelope. Inside was another envelope and a load of pictures. I looked through the pictures at all the dirty and low-down things I had done. My mind was working overtime. Had I really sunk this low that I enjoyed even getting fucked by tramps? And by the looks on my face, I really did enjoy it. Lastly, I picked up the envelope and opened it. Inside was 2 grand and a note from Steve: "Here's the money from the bet I won, and as you can see, a copy of the video and pictures of the night." And then the bit that got me worried was at the end: "I will be in touch very soon when I need you to do me a little job that YOU WILL DO or I will ruin your whole life with these pictures and video, bitch. Got it?" And I knew he could. More Soon THE END.	4
104,130	Ring The Bell	Hi, my name is Cleo, and as I have found out, I like to have fun, which always leads to trouble. I am 21 years old with brown hair, brown eyes, and my stats are 36ee-24-36. Even though I was now living in a flat that I was trying to buy and money was really tight, I was taking any job I could get to pay the bills and try to get back on my feet. At times, I was doing 2 even 3 jobs a day to make as much cash as I could, and some weeks, even working 7 days a week. The door-to-door selling job I decided not to continue, as they took too much money, leaving me with next to nothing, and people quite simply didn't want it as it wasn't the best stuff around. I was registered with 2 work agencies and constantly looking in shop windows, newspapers, and asking friends for more work. Taking just about any type of work, I'd even done a job working in a sewer, but it paid quite well, even though it took me days to get rid of the smell. Well, this job all came about out of the blue. I was working one night at a pub behind the bar and collecting glasses. While I had been working there, I always dressed smart but with a bit of a low neckline to show some cleavage, as I knew this would get more customers to the bar. On this night, I wore a fairly tight t-shirt and a pair of tight jeans which showed a lot of my curves, and I'd had my hair done that day, so I wore it brushed out for the first time since I'd been working here. It was getting late, and the bell had gone for drinking up, and I was going round collecting glasses as people were drinking up and leaving. It was as I went to a table with a man sat in a suit talking with 2 others dressed the same, and they were talking about boxing from the sounds of it. When I asked if they had finished with their glass, the man in the middle looked up and stopped talking in mid-sentence. He stared at me, which made me nervous, then suddenly said, "Hey, darling, what are you doing working as a barmaid earning a pittance when you could be earning some real money?" and he looked me from head to toe again. Then he continued, "Look, we're in a bit of a rush now, but if you're interested in some real money for a bit of promotion work, give me a call," and as he stood and walked round the table, he slipped a business card in my back pocket as I bent over collecting their glasses. It wasn't until the next day that I let the curiosity get the better of me and rang the number on the card, and a woman answered, so I asked for the man's name on the card. After a little pause, the same voice from the pub came on the phone, "Hi, this is Cleo, the barmaid from the pub last night. I'm interested in what you have to offer if it wasn't just the drink talking, and you've forgotten me," and I waited for an answer. It was in no time at all that he replied, "No way, darling, how could I forget you, and yes, I still would like to give you some work," so he arranged to see me at his office the next day to talk more. So, to go to the meeting, I put on some real smart clothes - a silk bra and French knickers set and a tight, velvet, short, revealing dress, as I knew it was what he wanted to see, and if the money was going to be good, what's wrong with flashing a bit of flesh? The name above the door was Gamesports Now, and underneath was Sports Promotions, and I entered and made my way up some stairs. I was greeted by a woman on the second landing, and she told me to go straight into his office, as he was expecting me. Once inside, I saw the man from the pub sat behind a big old oak desk, and pictures of famous sports stars all around the walls, with this man in every picture too. Anyway, he started to explain what he did, which was promote sporting events, and then asked me if I was ashamed of showing my body off. If only he knew, I said no, but asked why he wanted me and what showing my body had to do with it. He then explained, "Well, I'm promoting a boxing event this weekend, and the girl I had booked to be the ring girl has gone down sick and won't be able to do it. Also, if you do this and do it well, there will be more work, as I'm not happy with the agency who's been supplying the girls for me, and I'm thinking of hiring my own girl for all the events." Then, as the woman brought us a tray of coffee and buns, we made a bit of small talk until she left. Then, after a short pause, he asked, "Well, before I go on, I need to ask you if you'd mind showing me your body, as it's similar to doing modeling work," and as he said the last word, I had peeled off my dress. So now, I was stood there in just my silk bra and French knickers, striking poses for him as he looked me over. Then I heard him quietly say, "Gorgeous, absolutely perfect," then another short pause, then "Right, if you like to put your dress back on, please," and I did. He went on with, "Right, if you want this job, it's on Saturday, and at the old Good Road Bingo Hall, you know it?" "Yes, the big old white building," I answered. "Well, this is what the job is: between each round, you go into the ring and hold a board above your head, showing the number of the next round, as you walk round the ring. So, do you want the job?" It didn't take me much time to answer yes, in fact, in seconds, so he told me what time to be there and then asked me to do something. He said, "I don't know how to ask this, so I'll come straight out with it - could you not wear any underwear and only wear loose-fitting clothing so there are no lines on your skin?" "No problem," I said, as the money he was paying me was very good, and this is what models do anyway. So, we shook hands, and he said he'd see me Saturday, and if I needed anything, to give him a ring on the number on the card. Even though I knew Saturday's pay was as much as I could earn in a week doing 2 jobs, I still did some work for more money, as it was very much needed to sink into my massive money hole. As Saturday came, I did as he asked and put no underwear on, just a loose-fitting jogging suit, and went to the old Bingo Hall. It was all lit up, and already, there was a small line forming outside, and I went to the side door and spoke to one of the big men there, and I was let in. Once inside the building, I was stood wondering where I was supposed to be going when suddenly, through a crowd, came the promoter and a big, well-built man. He first told me to go with them and entered into a room down the corridor. "Sorry, but all the other rooms are taken with boxers and trainers and things," he said as we went in. The room was set up as a makeshift office, and he sat down behind a table as he said, "This here is Massive. You can see why he's called that - he's my sort of bodyguard, so to speak." The other man he called Massive sat down on an old bench that was against the wall. "So, you'll have to change in here unless you want to do it in the corridor or main hall," he said with a smile. Then he went on, "Anyway, you know what the job is now - you'll only be going in when my boxers are fighting, and I only have 3 on tonight's card, in the 3rd, 4th, and 6th fights," and as he said that, I heard loud music and cheers coming from the main hall. He too listened, "That will be the first fight starting, so I better give you what you'll be wearing, as I don't think the early fights will last long." With that, he went into a bag as he said, "They were for the other girl, but I don't think size will be a problem," as he fished something out of it. Knowing that I was going to have to get changed in front of these 2 men, and already having done my makeup and hair, I started to remove my top and bottoms. Once I was naked except for the shoes I was wearing - heeled, but not very high - I looked at what he'd put on the table for me to wear as I felt both sets of their eyes checking my body over. Picking up a thong that was a very light tan brown in colour, I slipped it on and knew it was a size too small. It was very tight and disappeared into my ass completely, as if I had nothing on, and the front showed the crease of my pussy and a couple of little wisps of pussy hair. Then, as I looked at the table again, I looked shocked - I expected a bikini top, but there were only 2 little round discs of material with a company logo on them. Reading it, "Big Bounce Sport," it read, and as I did, the man said, "They will do that no problem," and laughed, then said, "Well, you better put them on, as I can hear the second fight's just ended, and that means we're up next." I put them on, as they just covered my nipples only. He handed me a robe as he said, "We don't want to ruin it before you go into the ring now, do we?" then started to head for the door, saying, "Come on, honey, let's get to the ring - it's almost time," and off we went. It was really crowded in the main hall, and it was a struggle to get to the ring, then he showed me the boards with the round numbers on. Then, as the 2 boxers were getting ready and a man was talking into the microphone, he said to me, "It's time for you to go and hold up the 1st round board. All you do is hold it up over your head and slowly walk round the ring, pausing on each side." He undid the tie on the robe and pulled it off me, and I picked up the board and got into the ring. Instantly, there were wolf whistles and shouts as I started to walk round the ring, all aimed at me and what they'd do to me with half the chance. Anyway, the fight was over inside the 1st minute, and so I waited for the next fight, and again, as I went round the ring, the whistles and shouts. There was one voice shouting, and I'm sure I recognized it, but wasn't sure, as it shouted, "I'm going to fuck you senseless, honey," but in all the shouts, I didn't really know. This fight, too, was over in the 1st round, and so we were stood waiting for the last fight, the main event, and the promoter promised me this would be no 1 rounder.He was right. We got to round 4 already, and I was now in the ring, slowly walking around with the board, pausing every so often. By the 6th round, as I paused, I was doing a little wiggle of my ass, and this would make my tits shake, which made the crowd, already pumped up from the fight, cheer. It came in the 10th round - a knockout by the promoter's boxer. I was taken into the ring with them and then told to give the winner a kiss for the cameras. Also, I was to pause with him, and his gloves had now been taken off, so all he had on his hands was tape to protect them. As I stood with him, I felt his hand first on my ass, then between my legs on my pussy. But soon, I was being taken with the winner back towards the dressing rooms and the promoter's office. But in the crowd, I got pushed straight past and into the dressing room of the winner. It turned into a party as the drink flowed, and everyone was in a good mood, all the time I was forced to stay with the winner, dressed only in the thong and two stickers over my nipples, feeling very uneasy all the time. As people were starting to leave, and the winner had really had a real good grope of my ass as people came to congratulate him, the promoter came to my side and asked, "Now everyone's gone, I wonder if you'll do us some nice promotion photos in front of the ring like that? I'll pay you some extra for it." And the mere mention of more money soon had me saying yes. Soon, there I was, posing in various poses for some guy with a camera in front of and on the ring, and was getting very thirsty and asked for a drink. Massive was sent for one and came back with a glass full of water, and as I put it to my lips, it tasted funny, but I was so thirsty I drank it all down in one go anyway. For the next 10 minutes, I remember doing some more pictures, but after that, I don't remember a thing at all of what happened, as it all went black. The next thing I remember was waking up, sat on some toilet of some public toilets, still only dressed in the thong and stick-on patches on my tits. Before I had even moved, a man walked in, and as I was sat on the only toilet, he went to the sink at the side of me. He took out his cock and started to piss into the sink, and all I did was watch him without moving or taking my eyes from his cock. As he finished, he didn't shake it to clean off the little drips from it, but turned it towards me, and before I knew what I was doing, I was licking and sucking his cock. It hadn't even registered to me that it had still got drips of his piss on it or the fact that I'd never seen this man before about a minute ago when he walked into the toilet. His cock was starting to get hard now as I sucked on it and licked it from his balls to the tip and even sucked his balls too. Is this how much of a slut I'd become, sucking some stranger's cock and balls in a public toilet in God only knows where? The other thing was, I knew he was going to fuck me once he was fully hard and ready too, and I was going to let him too - that was the worst thing about it. I was really starting to work on his cock, slowly teasing it with my tongue as I licked and sucked it as well as his balls. He eventually spoke to me in a rough, deep voice, "Stand up and bend over and brace yourself on the toilet," and I did as I was ordered. As soon as I grasped the mucky-looking toilet, I felt him move in behind me. Feeling his hand grasp hold of the thong tightly, then with a strong, forceful pull and a tearing sound, it was ripped off me, so all I now wore was the patches. These didn't last much longer, as when he pushed his cock into my pussy, my nipples hardened, which made them push the patches off my tits, leaving me naked in this dirty toilet. He started to push into my pussy with slow, deliberate strokes, as if he was savoring my pussy on his cock for as long as he could. Feeling every little vein and bump of his cock on my sensitive pussy walls was really turning me on. Or was it the fact that this total stranger had just started to abuse me for the pleasure of just fucking me as the slut I now had become? As he slowly fucked me, he pinched and slapped my nipples and tits, then squeezed my round cheek of my ass and gave it a hard slap as he finished it. God, I was in heaven as he re-entered me after putting me kneeling doggy-style at the toilet bowl, with my head hanging over it and my hair dangling into the water. As I now had my eyes closed as he ever so slowly built pace, driving me to orgasm, I never felt his hand go to the back of my head as he started to push it into the bowl of this dirty toilet. By the time he pulled out and shot his cum all over my pussy, ass, and back, my head was fully in the bowl as I was in ecstasy. It wasn't until I heard him say as he left, "That's just what a slut like you deserves - your head in a toilet with my cum all over you," and before I had time to react, he flushed the toilet. My head and hair were soaking by the time I got it out of the bowl, and I shook it to dry it best I could. When I stood, I felt his cum slide down my back into the crack of my ass to gather with the rest, then start to run down my inner thigh. It took me a while to get my senses fully back, and the first thing I tried was to clean myself after locking the door, but the sink didn't work, and no way was I going back near the toilet. So, as I looked around, realizing there was no way I could clean up, I saw my jogging suit, and as I picked it up, a pile of money fell out of it. Well, at least I'd been paid, was all I thought as I put on the jogging suit, my body covered in some stranger's cum. Once dressed and having picked up the money, I unlocked the door and stepped out to find I was stood outside the bingo hall. The toilet was the outside toilet for anyone to use if they were caught short while waiting in line or just passing by. For some reason unknown to me, I felt some happy and carefree all the way home as I felt the sticky cum between my ass and on my pussy. More Soon THE END.	3
104,136	Pizza The Action	Hi, my name is Cleo, and as I have found out, I like to have fun, which always leads to trouble. I am 21 years old with brown hair, brown eyes, and my stats are 36ee-24-36. The agency phoned, asking me if I'd be interested in one day's work in retail, as they were desperate and the pay was good. For that reason, and because I could do with the extra money, I said yes. They never told me what exactly it was I would be doing; they only gave me an address and the time to be there. For all I knew, it was in retail, so I assumed I would be working in a shop. So the clothing I picked out was to be smart, sexy, and comfortable - all the things suitable for working in a shop for the day. The underwear I put on was a fishnet-style thong in white and a matching bra, both of which had tie-up fastenings. On top of this, I wore a white short pleated flared tennis skirt and a yellow zip-up top. I left it zipped to just above my breasts, as it was warm, and to show a bit of cleavage. I put on a pair of white tennis shoes and yellow ankle socks with a lace frill on top, and applied a little light makeup. Not knowing how to get there, I got a taxi and got my first shock of the day when I found that it was not a shop but a pizza delivery place. Oh well, at least it was shop work, which I knew, and I'd be working on the counter, at least, so I made my way into the shop to introduce myself to the owner. But as I looked, there were three men inside. When I entered, they all looked at me, and I told them who I was and that the agency had sent me. As the oldest of them looked me up and down, he said, "Didn't they tell you what you were doing today?" and smiled. I replied, "No, just retail work," and he let out a little laugh. "Not quite, dear. Do you know how to ride a moped, honey?" "Yes," I answered. "Well, that's your job," and he laughed again. He added that he didn't have anything else for me to wear, as they didn't supply uniforms for the delivery boy - or should he say girl, in my case - and gave them a supplement for wear and tear on their own clothing. Soon, he was explaining everything I needed to know and said they had a 20-minute-or-your-pizza's-free rule within a certain distance of the shop. As I didn't know the area, he would give me a A to Z street map book and try to keep me very local to the shop. The last thing he did was show me the moped I was going to ride, and in the large area behind the shop, all 3 of them watched me ride around to show that I could ride it. One thing became obvious: no matter what I did, I couldn't stop my skirt from blowing up, and one thing I did forget was that this underwear was almost see-through, and they were getting a look at my trimmed pussy. In fact, I had totally forgotten what underwear I had put on today, as the loose zip on my top worked down a bit with the vibration of the moped, showing the middle section of my bra until I stopped. As soon as I did, I zipped it back up. The eldest man, the owner, said, "Right, I think you're ready to start. Let's get you a helmet, and you can go on your first delivery." He grabbed an open-face helmet, and I tried it on for size - it fitted. So off on my first delivery, and it wasn't far. Once there, I rang the doorbell, and an old woman answered and took the pizza and paid, and also gave me a tip for being quick and polite. This went on for a few hours as the owner kept me close to the shop, but as I was doing well, he must have decided to send me a bit further afield, but still within the time-limit distance of the shop. I wouldn't admit it, but I was starting to struggle now, as I was forever in the A to Z to find the routes I needed, and this was slowing me down as I had to keep checking. On one of the deliveries, I couldn't find any street names and was getting close to 18 minutes into the time, and saw a group of lads of about 13 to 15 years of age and went to ask them for directions. They were all looking at me as I approached, not realizing my zip had dropped quite low on my top, nearly revealing my nipples through the fishnet bra I was wearing, but showing a lot of my cleavage. Of course, the skirt was blown up, showing my thong and a hint of pussy hair. As soon as I stopped, they all moved forward to the bike to get a closer look as I asked for the directions, and none of them rushed in giving them to me, so by the time I got there, the man didn't have to pay. When I got back to the shop, the owner was mad - you could see it in his eyes, but he kept calm and tried not to show it as he gave me another delivery. Later, I was given another one that was some distance from the shop, and I managed to get there just, but on the way back, I was testing a short-cut down a little push-bike track through an alley. The reason was because the owner said he'd get more on this housing estate in the next hour or so, and I needed to cut time off the run to get there in time. It turned out it took off 3 minutes, taking this route, but the owner did warn me that if the police saw me, they would stop me and book me for it, as I was on what was classed as a motorbike. On the way back from another delivery, I was going down the track, coming towards the end of it where it narrowed between two walls, when all of a sudden, some of the lads from earlier appeared in front of me. They blocked the track, so I had to stop, and as soon as I did, the rest appeared behind me, stopping me from reversing, and all of a sudden, I was scared. They were only young, but there were a lot of them, and I was all alone. As I said, "Please let me through, I'm trying to work," one answered, "You'll have to pay a toll for using our passage way," and smiled. Another one said, "Yes, you seem to be coming this way a lot, so for us to let you use it, we will set a price for you each time," and laughed. "A price? How much do you want?" I asked, just to get on my way. He laughed again, "We don't want any money; we want something else," he said with a smile. They whispered amongst themselves for a moment, all looking my way. When they finished, one said, "The price is a look at them big tits." "No way," I said. "Well, if you don't (A) we won't let you continue, and (B) who will stop us ripping off all your clothes and looking for ourselves anyway?" he replied. After a little thought, he was right - I had no choice. But as a last resort, I said, "Okay, I'll show them to you, but I'm not taking my bra off - deal?" And like I said, forgetting the underwear I had on. After another load of whispering, he said, "Okay, you show them for 30 seconds without covering them," so slowly, I unzipped my top, and as soon as the 30 seconds was up, I whipped up the zip and zoomed off. Just as I went, I heard one shout, "Each time we want more," and so I thought there's no way I'm going that way again, so back to the long route, and this meant the pressure of getting there in time again. The very next one was on the estate again, and I got lost weaving up and down the maze of roads and got there late again, which meant they got their pizza for free. Again, I was going to have to explain this to the owner, and he was really mad and gave me a warning not to let this happen again. The next couple of deliveries were close by, thank god, and as I kept passing the shop, there was always at least one of them stood outside watching, which I thought was just to keep an eye on me. Soon enough, just as the last of the teatime orders came in, I got the last one on the housing estate, and again, I got lost again, and I knew the owner would go mad when I got back. I must admit I thought about not going back and dumping the moped close to the shop, but my bag was still at the shop with everything in it, and also, he knew where I lived, so I had to. When I got back, the backdoor was open, and I entered nervously, and there was no one about, and the thought of grabbing my bag and leaving did cross my mind. Just as I was about to do it, the owner appeared. "The last delivery hasn't been paid for yet. Where's the money?" And I very quietly said, "I got there late, so they got it free," and hung my head. The tone in his voice changed. "Come with me, please," and he went off towards a door in the corner of the room and entered it. I followed. It was a little room full of boxes and bags and a high-seated wooden stool in a little clearing, and he shut the door and turned towards me. The minute he faced me, he started to rant and rave at me about how much I'd cost him and the fact that the 3 late deliveries had cost more than the wages I had earned. As he did, he was waving his arms about, and in the cramped space, one of his hands got hooked in my skirt, and as he pulled it away, there was a ripping sound. The next thing I felt was my skirt sliding down my legs to the floor, leaving me standing there in the fishnet see-through thong, but not for long. As he was still throwing his arms around in rage and shouting at me, his hand caught the tie on the side of my thong, and it came undone, and again, I felt the thong slide down my legs towards the floor. I was now totally naked from the waist down, and before I could do anything, he said, "...so maybe I should get my money back another way," and before I knew it, a finger was in my pussy. It was all a shock, so I was motionless and did nothing to stop this or what he did next because the feeling of lust and sexual hunger had started to build in me. I don't know when or how, but my top was completely unzipped, and my fishnet-style bra was showing, with my now erect cherry nipples quite visible. He pushed the top off my shoulders, and it slipped off to the floor, leaving just the tie-up bra that somehow, as he was still waving his hands around, one got caught up in it and was ripped off.So I was completely naked now except for a pair of tennis shoes and socks, and now not only was he finger-fucking me but groping my left tit and nipple. All I was doing was moaning now with my eyes closed and not paying any real attention to anything he was saying anymore, even when he was telling me what he wanted from me. What I hadn't noticed was that my hands had gone down to his trousers and undone his belt and unzipped them, pushing them down so his cock was free, and I was stroking it as it was hardening. I was totally lost now in my lust and wasn't even bothered about if his other employees walked in and saw me naked playing with his cock. What I did next, he didn't expect from his reaction - I dropped to my knees and took him deep into my throat, and this made him pull back in shock, but I pulled back towards me. So he'd pull back and I'd pull him forward, so he was now fucking my throat, which he didn't expect and was moaning "fucking hell, I've dreamed of fucking someone's throat but never had the chance." He continued with "fuck, it feels nice and tight and warm, I think I'm in heaven," and with this, he started to fuck my throat without my help, going so deep my nose would end up buried in his pubic hair. By the time he was pulling out, my throat was sore, but it didn't bother me as I was too turned on to care, and as I was stood back up, he kissed me deeply, making me forget about it. But now he was after something else no woman had ever let him do either, and I was too far gone in my lust to stop him from doing it, and let's be honest, I did enjoy it really. Slowly, he turned me round to face a pile of flour bags and slowly pushed me forward so I was bent over them with my ass facing him as he was gently caressing it with his hands. Then I felt him pull my ass cheeks apart and felt something cold and wet on my asshole, then felt his hot cock's head at my small asshole, then slowly and gently, he pushed forward. Pop, the head of his cock was now in my ass, and after a short pause, he started to push the rest of his cock in my ass to its base. He started slowly but was soon started to pick up his pace as he went at my ass with deep, long strokes, and all I could do was moan with pleasure. I could hear him speaking, "fuck, this is tight and soft, this is something else I've always wanted to do, and now I have, I'm glad I did. I wish now I've felt it, my wife would let me fuck her ass." I'm not sure if was me he was talking to or himself, but it didn't put him off his stroke one bit as he was now pushing in and pulling right out, leaving my asshole gaping. He thrust forward with strong, powerful thrusts, and that and the way he was now talking dirty to me was bringing me close to the edge. What made me orgasm was feeling the first squirt of his cum in my ass and him pulling hard on my tits at the exact same time as he came, and I lost control of my legs as I orgasmed. So as I collapsed onto the bags, he fell on top of me, still pumping my ass with his cum, and once he finished and was pulling out of me, I felt it start to run down my legs. After a few minutes, he got off me and pulled up his trousers, and as I stood and started to dress, he was playing with my tits, which was keeping me horny until I finally managed to get my bra on and top. He told me he'd pay me for my day's work and not to worry about the cost of the pizzas, and we were going for the door now. As soon as the door was open, I saw the other 2 men stood there, and they looked at me, and I realised what a mess I was, and with the way I looked and the cum now clearly running down my legs, they knew that he had just fucked me. I blushed and wanted to get out of there, but I had to wait for him to pay me, and all the time, they were looking at me up and down and whispering to each other. As I left, I heard them say to the owner, "you lucky bastard, fucking that gorgeous piece of ass," "what was it like, as sweet as it looks?" and the owner reply, "the ass was so tight and soft, it was like velvet," "you got to fuck her ass, you bastard," and I was then out of earshot and went home. When I got home, I was still as horny as hell and had to fuck myself with my dildo to stop me from exploding. More Soon THE END.	4
104,141	Valentines Day	Hi, my name is Cleo, and as I have found out, I like to have fun, which always leads to trouble. I am 21 years old with brown hair, brown eyes, and my stats are 36d-22-36. After a few days of hard thinking about it, I had quit doing temp work and decided to take up the offer from the old man, who I found out was called Arthur or Art for short. We had gone into business together with a 70/30 cut in my favor, as I was the one doing the real hard work and would live with all the jibes if people knew. We had agreed to do 1 video and 2 photo sets a month, and we'd gone into it all properly with contracts and everything. We also took his grandson on as the technical man, who was turning out to be very quick to pick up the way everything worked. But I needed to let off steam, as this was all I had done for the last few weeks, so as Saturday was Valentine's Day, I decided to go and get drunk. I didn't want to do it alone, so I called Tina, who said she thought it was a great idea as she needed to get away from college, even if it was for one night. Next, I had to decide where to go, so I rang Ken, and he said he'd love to see me and, if Tina was anything like me, he couldn't wait to meet her. When Tina came over, we decided to wear something cheeky. So we got some logo black thongs - Tina's said "I Like To Party," and mine said "Unwrap For Fun." We decided to wear very short red ra-ra skirts that covered next to nothing when bent over or spun around fast. And to be daring, no bras, just tight logo t-shirts that we cut a deep V into to show plenty of cleavage. And since I was 36d and Tina 38f, there was plenty to show. The t-shirts were red, and Tina's said "Do My Boobs Look Big In This?" and mine said "Look At My Tits When I'm Talking To You!" We did our hair into pigtails to add more mischief and some makeup. I explained where we were going to Tina and the things that had happened to me there on the way, which Tina said "great, I could do with some no-strings-attached fun." I told her not to expect a modern high-class pub but an old, run-down but quiet and cozy place that usually was men-only. When we arrived, Tina looked at the pub from the outside, saying "you lied." "How do you mean?" "It's not run-down; it's lived-in, and I've been in a lot worse." As we approached the door, there was a sign up saying "Wrestle for free drinks night tonight." We looked at each other, wondering what it meant, and Tina said, "Must be an arm-wrestling contest, and the winner gets free drinks all night." But as soon as we stepped inside, we saw a wrestling ring set up in the middle of the bar, not quite full-size, and it had matting put down for cushioning and was raised about 2 feet above the floor. It had ropes all the way around it, and there were 2 men getting ready to wrestle and a third being the ref. We headed to the bar, and when Ken saw us, he dashed over to us. "Evening, ladies, so glad you could come," he said. "Hello, Ken. May I introduce my friend Tina?" and he took her hand and kissed it, saying, "It's a pleasure to meet you, gorgeous," looking straight at her tits. We hung around the bar, having drinks and a laugh with Ken, when I felt a hand on my ass, and I turned to see Bill smiling at me. "Hello, gorgeous, who's your friend?" "This is Tina," and she turned and gave him a kiss on the cheek. As we watched some of the wrestling and had a drink, men who would come to the bar and make little comments about the t-shirts, like the one Tina got when he read, "Big, their that big even the t-shirts ripping," said a rough-looking man. Another who came to the side of me read my shirt and said, looking directly at my tits, "Well, it's a bit hard not to." This went on every time someone came to the bar. We were in a little tipsy state when Tina said, "Why don't us ladies show you some proper wrestling?" "Yeah, you men just can't do it right, like most things you do," I added. Ken and Bill whispered amongst themselves, and then Ken said, "Okay, you can wrestle, so go get in the ring." As we climbed the steps and got into the ring, there was loud cheering going on as we bent to get under the ropes, and our skirts rode up. When we were in the ring, I was sure everyone around the ring moved their chairs closer, or was it just that it was a different view from in the ring? Ken got in the ring and said, "Gentlemen, this is a special match and will have a guest referee," and then Bill got into the ring. He next said, "The ladies here said that we men can't do anything right, including wrestling, and would like to show us how to do it, so we have decided that the next match will be these 2 gorgeous ladies showing us how to do it," and a loud cheer went up. When the noise died down, Ken said, "But it's not what they think. No, it's not going to be a women versus woman match, no. The next contest will be a tag match, and they can show us that women can wrestle better than men by wrestling 2," and a very loud cheer went up. When all went quiet again, Ken went on, "Their opponents will be the 2 finalists from the wrestling contest earlier," and 2 big men stepped forward and climbed into the ring. As they did, I turned to Tina, "Are you sure about this? After all, I thought we'd be wrestling each other, not 2 men." She replied, "Even if we wanted to, backed out now, do you think all these men would let us? Anyway, it's just a bit of fun, and it will be a laugh." Ken told everyone the rules, and we went back to our corners, and we had to decide who was going to start the match. Tina said it should be me, as I was the one who made the comment about women being better than men, so we were set to start, and Bill asked for the bell. I looked at the man starting the match for them; he was about 6 feet tall and quite well-built in his 30s. The first time he picked me up and dropped me to the mat, I knew this was a mistake, as when I landed, my skirt was round my waist, showing my thong to the whole crowd, and a cheer went up. As we went on, I got the feeling he was groping more than wrestling. Eventually, I managed to tag Tina in, and he tagged his partner. As the match went on, we tagged a few times, and they tagged often, and every time I was in the ring with one of them, I was more certain that it was a groping match than a wrestling match, and they also were making sure the crowd got their show. All this groping was getting me turned on and wet, and he put me flat down on my stomach and sat on the small of my back, took hold of my legs at the ankles, and bent and lifted them up to bend my back. This position was showing my bottom torso nicely to the crowd as my skirt fell down to my waist, clad only in my thong that was stretched, showing every little bump of my pelvis area and the crease of my pussy. This was a submission position, and Tina must have decided to break it before I submitted and jumped into the ring, but as soon as she did, Bill stopped her, and as he was trying to get her back out, the other man got in the ring, but not to make sure I submitted. He came over to us and started to rub my pussy through my thong, which the crowd thought was brilliant and roared, and this just made me hornier. Then he quickly got out as Bill turned around, and his partner dropped the hold. He tagged his partner, and he got in. He picked me up to my feet, and as he did, I kicked him in the stomach and turned to make a dash to tag Tina. After a couple of steps, he rugby-tackled me to the floor, and as he did, my skirt ran down my legs with his arms wrapped around me, and as he picked me up, it fell off completely, so now I was clad only in a thong and t-shirt. Next, he somehow managed to get me seated on the ring corner with my legs wide apart, tied up in the ropes. I saw Tina jump into the ring to help, but was cut off by his partner and taken down to the matting. The man looked at me and read the logo on my thong, "Unwrap for fun. Hmm, I think I will, but not just yet. First, I think I'll just have a look at them tits," and he climbed up on the ropes. I tried to push him off weakly, and he took hold of my t-shirt and quickly pulled it up over my head and off and threw it into the crowd. Now my tits were exposed to the crowd, and they were loving it. "Very nice, let's see how they taste," and he grabbed my left tit tightly and squeezed to make my nipple poke out of his large hand, then took it into his mouth and bit it hard, then sucked on it. He did the same to the other tit as well. My efforts to beat him off were now non-existent as the lust built in me. I saw that I was not the only one getting this treatment, as Tina was laid on the mat with both Bill and the other man working at her. Bill pulled up her t-shirt up and over her head to reveal them big tits, and a massive cheer went up from the crowd who now had moved right up to the edge of the ring for a closer view of the action. The other man pulled off her skirt to reveal her thong. As he looked at her, he read out what it said on her thong in a loud voice to the crowd, "I like to party. Well, gorgeous, we're going to have one of them," and he laughed. But my attention was reverted back to the man with me. He was unhooking my legs, and as soon as he had, he took hold of me and lifted me off the corner and laid me on the matting. He took hold of my thong and, as I raised my ass, he pulled it down my legs and off. As my trimmed pussy came into view, there was a big cheer went up, so now here I was, naked in the middle of a wrestling ring with god knows how many men watching. At this point, I noticed that Ken had got in the ring and was going over to Tina. As soon as he got to her, the other man moved over to me to join his mate as he was opening my legs, and then he buried his head into my crotch and started to lick my pussy, and the new man started to work on my tits.There was another loud cheer, and I saw that Ken and Bill had removed Tina's thong, and her bald pussy was being shown to the crowd as they held her in a sitting position with legs wide open and each jiggling a big tit at the same time. One of the men was now presenting his cock for me to suck, and I took it in my mouth and started to work it as his friend was still working on my pussy. Soon, the man in my mouth was hard, and he withdrew, and the man between my legs removed his head. They took hold of me and stood me up. The one who had been working on my pussy was now stood in front of me, and the other behind. He bent me over at the waist, and the man in front of me offered me his cock for me to suck, so I did. The one behind me opened my legs slightly, then I felt his cock head at my pussy's entrance. He entered me and pumped in and out of me as a big roar went up from the crowd. I couldn't believe what I was feeling, not disgust but excitement at being fucked in front of all these people. As one pulled out, the one at the other end would shove in. After a while, they had enough of this position and decided to change. One laid down on the mat, and then I noticed Bill had done the same next to him. I was moved to straddle him. As I was lowered onto his cock, I looked to the side and saw that Tina had been put in the exact same position as me, sat on top of a cock, legs wide open so the crowd could see the cocks buried in our pussies. As we started to ride them, the crowd was cheering us on. I couldn't believe it, but they were turning me on, and I was putting more effort into it to give them a better show. As I looked about the cheering faces, I saw a person I knew well and hadn't noticed him before - it was Sean, Art's grandson, and he was taking photos of the whole thing, but that didn't bother me, so I carried on. My eyes rested on Tina, and I could tell by the look on her face that she was having as much fun as me. As she bounced up and down on Bill's cock, her big tits were swinging all over the place, and it was a mesmerizing sight to behold. After a bit, I was given the other man's cock to suck, and I did so eagerly and with the passion of a whore on heat. The crowd was loving the show of 2 young, sexy, well-stacked, good-looking women putting on a sex show for them and not caring who was watching us. As things came to a finish, I was lifted off the cock and laid down next to Tina on the matting, and the four of them circled us and shot their cum all over us as the crowd cheered loudly and then gave us a round of applause. Tina and I just laid there, panting, getting our breath back. After a while, I turned and looked at Tina, and she turned and looked at me and smiled, saying, "God, that was great. You certainly found a great pub here - a drink, entertainment, and a bath all in the same place," and she laughed. When I had been resting for a time, I sat up and noticed the pub was empty. I stood and gathered up my clothes and climbed out of the ring. I started to head for the toilets to clean up when Bill appeared in front of me, blocking my route. "What are you doing, my little fuck bunny?" he said. "Just going to get cleaned up," I answered. "Not in there, you're not," he said, moving and putting his arm around my waist. "Come with me." He guided me towards the living quarters, up the stairs to the bathroom, and he turned the shower on. I got in with Bill getting in too. He started to soap my body, really concentrating on my tits and pussy. I turned round to face him and started to soap him, and as I worked my way round his body, I eventually reached his cock and balls, and soon I was not washing it but masturbating him instead. After he had been working his fingers in my pussy, really getting me worked up into a highly sexed state, and I had got him hard, so he was now ready to fuck me. He turned me round, and I leaned forward against the wall and arched my back so my ass was pushed out towards him, waiting eagerly for him to enter me. But he had other ideas - he didn't want my pussy, he wanted my ass. He spread my ass cheeks and positioned his cock at the entrance to my asshole and then entered it, making me push harder against the wall to stop myself from falling against it. Once he found a steady rhythm, his fingers worked their way round to my pussy and re-entered it with his fingers. Also, as he did this, his other hand reached to my right tit and groped it. This was really turning me on, and after a few more minutes, I was having a mighty orgasm, which made my legs buckle, and if it wasn't for Bill's fingers in my pussy holding me up, I would have collapsed to the floor. When my legs were able to hold me up again, he continued fucking my ass. He still worked his fingers in my pussy and was still groping my tit and tweaking the nipple too. He kept up with a steady pace until he was getting closer to cumming, and he started to quicken his pace, driving into my ass harder and faster with each stroke until he started to shoot his load up my ass. As he was emptying his balls into my ass, I had another orgasm, which made me just collapse as soon as he withdrew from my holes. He turned off the shower and got out and dried himself off, then dried me off, then picked me up and took me to the bedroom and put me to bed. I fell asleep as soon as I touched the bed, not even remembering him putting the sheets over me. Later, I awoke to someone fucking away at my pussy as I was laid on my side, with someone lifting my leg and driving his cock into me. I opened my eyes to see a smiling Ken in front of me, fucking away. When he noticed I was awake, he said, "Well, I didn't get a turn last night, so I hope you don't mind. I thought I'd take my turn this morning, but you were asleep, and I couldn't wait any longer, gorgeous," and I must admit it was a nice early morning call to wake up to. Soon, he was cumming and shot into my pussy, then kissed me deeply and said, "Thanks, beautiful. You are truly the best, even better than your friend with the big tits," and he got up and dressed and left me alone. Once I had washed and dressed, I went down to the bar. As I neared the door to the bar, I could hear the sounds of a woman moaning in pleasure, and as I went through the door to the bar, I was greeted with the sight of Tina sandwiched between the 2 men from the wrestling match, one fucking her pussy, the other in her ass, and sucking on Bill's cock. I could see by the look on her face that she was really enjoying herself. On and on they went, as Ken came to the side of me and said, "The only time they've stopped was when they put the ring down and packed it into the van. Even then, Bill fucked her in the doorway as she held the doors open," and I looked at them going at it like rabbits. Then Ken added, "I never introduced them, did I? They're my nephews. They do this as a side job for extra cash, but have never been paid this good. After you phoned earlier in the week, I got in touch with them, and when they told me they were free, I came up with the whole thing - the fake contest, the people pretending they were wrestling. I even managed to get in touch with Art after all, he is my brother-in-law's uncle, and I knew of your little partnership. Between the two of us, we came up with the match idea, but it was only going to be you. We never expected your friend to be such a fun girl too," and as he went behind the bar, he said, "I mean, fuck me, she's been fucking all night, and she's still going as if it was her first fuck today," as I watched them, they were all spraying Tina in cum. Tina eventually said she needed a shower, and Bill took her off to get one. The men dressed, said their goodbyes, and left, and I talked to Ken while I waited for Tina. When she finally appeared, Tina was still not looking tired. If anything, she looked as if she'd just got up and was ready to do it all again. Ken made us breakfast, and as we ate, everyone re-lived all that had gone off that night. I found out that Tina had not only fucked Bill in the doorway where anyone could see her, but she'd even fucked a man who was passing by on his way home from work on the night shift at a factory nearby. She had fucked him in the little walk-through aisle next to the pub, fully naked. By the time she'd eaten and finally got dressed to go, it was opening time, and as we left, there were a few men waiting outside to come in for a drink. Bill had offered us a lift home, and as we passed the men in the crowd outside, they whistled, and Tina lifted her top and gave them a quick flash of her tits and jumped in the car. More soon. THE END.	4
104,147	Grand Opening	Hi, my name is Cleo, and as I have found out, I like to have fun, which always leads to trouble. I am 21 years old with brown hair, brown eyes, and my stats are 36EE-24-36. On Tuesday, it arrived at 9 AM by recorded delivery - a shiny gold envelope, and inside, a black piece of card with gold leaf writing on it. I read it to myself, and it said, "To Cleo, this is to request your presence at the grand opening of The Cock and Hen at 7 PM on Saturday." They even renamed it, and I bet Ken had something to do with it, the dirty-minded old goat that he was, who would think of something like The Cock and Hen. It said on the reverse, "Only people wearing shirt and tie or evening gowns will be admitted only," and then taped to the bottom, a little note to me in Ken's handwriting, "and your most expensive lingerie xxx Ken." The cheeky sod! Who says he's going to see my underwear? In fact, it made me promise to myself not to get drunk and not to do anything daft. All week, I did something towards Saturday night. I went and got a really expensive set of lingerie - it was a strapless bra, thong, and suspender set made of silk and lace, black lace with red roses in silk on them. The stockings I got were the best quality, seamed nylon with a rose design top in lace, and I got a pair of expensive high-heel shoes in black leather. The dress I got was not the usual evening dress; it was a designer number that had a ribbon that came up and tied behind my neck to hold up the front. The dress was white lace and silk, loose at the top but not too loose, and went into a very tight middle at my waist and hips, then flared out into a full-length skirt part. The white lace had an embroidered rose pattern into it and a white silk underlining, and the back had a little train off it. Saturday afternoon, I went and had my hair and nails done at the beauty salon and also a leg wax, and when I got home, I trimmed my pussy hair and put on my makeup. At 6 PM, I got dressed and, just to finish the effect of the overall look, put on a black velvet neck choker, and I was just about to phone for a taxi when the doorbell rang. Stood on the doorstep was Bill in a tuxedo and dickey bow tie, and I couldn't help but give him a long, deep kiss as he looked so good. He'd come to pick me up and show me his new car - it was nice, and he opened the door to the back for me, saying, "Would my lady please board her carriage?" He got in the driver's door, and I felt like a lady being driven to an important night out at some important event. As we pulled up outside Ken's pub, it looked completely different from before - new windows that were clear, so you could see inside now with thick, heavy curtains up at them. It was bright and fresh-looking, not the old-looking place of before, and also had a load of lights on the front to attract people. The door had been widened and was now double doors with a little porch on it and had flowers outside in big pots. We headed inside, and I didn't recognize anything - the whole pub had changed; it looked fresh, bright, and well-lit, unlike before when it was dark and drab, to be honest. Ken spotted us and came over, "Hello, gorgeous," and kissed me on the cheek. "You look stunning," and I thanked him as he showed us round the new-look pub. He pointed out the only thing that remained of the old pub was the bell for ringing time behind the bar, and this now was sparkling like new. I had to ask him, as I was dying to know, if he had anything to do with the renaming of the place, and he explained it was its original name when it was first opened, but he was the one who thought to name it The Cock and Hen again. Everyone in the pub was in their best clothing, and as I looked around, I did again notice that it didn't attract women still, as there were only two others there. I found out that they were extra bar staff hired just for the night and were dressed in very revealing outfits - skin-tight hot pants and bikini tops with the brewery's name on each cup. One was not very big in the chest; the other had an average-sized chest, but her ass was very shapely and was getting loads of gropes, pinches, and slaps from the men, as the other barmaid was getting ignored, and I think she was quite happy with that too. Ken finished his little tour round the newly designed pub by showing me the bar and then showed me they now had a cocktails section. Now, I don't remember ever having a cocktail in my life, so when he said I should try one on the house, I couldn't refuse, as I'll try just about anything once, and I sat on one of the bar stools. Ken asked what I wanted, and I told him I didn't know any cocktails, as I'd never before even tasted one, so he said he thought I'd enjoy something called a zombie. In no time at all, I was sat holding a drink, and nervously, I brought it to my lips and took a taste - it wasn't bad at all, in fact, I was soon to acquire a taste for it. My next question was to ask how strong it was, and he assured me that it wasn't strong at all, and I must admit, it wasn't having any effect on me as I sat there, determined not to get drunk tonight and do anything stupid. Bill, Ken, me, and a few others were talking about football and what the local teams were doing, as one or two of them supported other teams. The talk turned to the rumor that the team I supported was buying a new star striker and what he'd bring to the team, and I was picturing him in my mind and thinking he could score with me anytime. But I kept that to myself, as I knew the conversation would change to sex if I brought it up. As the talk went from football to music, somehow, there was a big argument starting to rage on who's era of music was the best, as there were four generations of music eras here. This, I didn't get into much, as I like all kinds of music from all eras - I sat there and finished the cocktail, ordered another zombie as I now had a taste for them, and heard that someone had put the jukebox on. The sound of music just made the argument get more intense as it was from the modern era of music, which the two youngest members of this group were trying to point out why it was better. Trying as hard as I could not to get into it as much as they tried to get me involved, I was looking around the pub, watching the barmaids, and the thin one acting all stuck up and trying to ignore people as much as she could. The other, who I found out later was called Nicola, was still being heavily groped as she went around trying to do her job as best she could and keep her admirers' hands from her. By what I could see, she was fighting a losing battle as the men had more to drink, the more dogged their attacks were becoming and persistent. The argument seemed to be getting worse as I watched her go past me, and I could clearly see her nipples poking quite visibly through the bikini top. Scanning down her body, I saw the marks left by some of the men's hands on her bare skin, and as I got to the hot pants, there was a very distinct dark patch where her pussy was. The mauling, pinching, slaps, and gropes were having an effect on her, as she was only about 18 years old, and I guessed not ever been groped at by so many men. Guessing also, she would not have slept with too many men or even boys either, so her body was reacting in the only way it knew how, and she was looking flushed too. But I lost sight of her as the group around me got me involved in a conversation on reality TV, and I said I hated it, which started another argument as I was saying how could anyone be excited by watching people sat around in a room. It was boring television in my book, after all, I could do that by inviting a load of friends round and watching them - at least I would have a slight interest that way as I knew the people. Soon, I was wishing I'd never started this as the argument was worse than the one on music, and a lot of it was directed at me as I was the one who started it in a way. I was now finishing my third zombie and felt completely sober, not the slightest bit drunk, in fact, I would be more drunk drinking water than this drink, as I wondered why it was called a zombie. As I was wondering, I was scanning the room for a sight of Nicola to see if she was fairing any better against the men's groping, but I couldn't see her anywhere. As more of the argument was fired at me, I realized the zombies had done one thing to me - I needed the toilet badly, and very tactfully, I made my excuses and stood to go to the toilet. Now I found out why they call them a zombie, as soon as I stood, I felt the drunk feeling start in my feet and rise up my legs, which made me stumble, and with each step, the further it went up my body till it reached my head. Instantly, I was blind drunk and staggering on to the toilet - a few seconds ago, I was stone-cold sober, but not now, I was feeling very drunk and after only three drinks. Finally, I reached the door to the toilets, what with being drunk and it being hard to walk in this dress sober, I nearly fell through the door as I stumbled as I reached out to push it open. The wall caught me, and I leaned against it while I got my composure back and balance, and as I stood there, I could hear noises and sounds, and thought, "No, it can't be." As I listened, it sounded like people having sex - yes, it was a man grunting and a woman moaning and groaning with pleasure, with the odd little squeal of delight. Standing up straight, I could see that they'd put a mirror on the back wall, and the reflection in it was all the toilet stalls, which I could see in every one of them. Each door was open with no one in it till I focused on the very last one in the far corner, and there, the reflection was quite different from the rest.In the mirror, I could see a man with his back to the mirror, his trousers and undies around his ankles, his hairy ass pumping backwards and forwards in a fucking motion. Staring at the reflection in front of him, I could see a well-shaped, smooth, creamy white edge of an ass and a nice pair of shapely legs with, at the feet, a pair of the green hot pants the barmaids had been wearing. Also, a pure white cotton thong and one of the bikini tops too, all in a little pile, and from the training shoes the girl was wearing, I knew it was Nicola being fucked. So, that's where she'd gone - one of the men had got lucky with her, unable to control her desire as she was so young and naive; she couldn't have known what the rest of the night entailed, as neither did I. If sober, and the fact I wasn't needing to pee so badly, I would have gone back out the door, but I didn't. I very quietly, so as not to disturb them, crept into a stall to pee. This is when I found a problem with this dress - with it being so long, I couldn't raise it up and manage to get my thong down to have a pee. The only way I was going to be able to do it was by taking off the dress completely, so I unzipped it and lowered it to the floor, stepped out of it, and saw a hook on the back of the door and hung it up. In my haste to pee now, I didn't bother to pull my thong down, just pulled it to the side as I sat on the seat and started to pee, and god, it felt good to pee. All the time, I could hear them fucking, and the groans and grunts getting louder as I start imagine what they were doing now as I peed with my eyes closed. I was finished now and was wiping myself, and this sent a surge through my body as I touched my pussy lips, a surge of lust with the thoughts of what they were doing in the cubicle just a few feet away. By now, I needed to see what was happening now and opened the door to the stall I was in and looked in the mirror to see what was going on. There in the mirror was the sight of the man sat on the toilet with Nicola naked except for the shoes, straddled on his cock, facing the mirror, so I could see his cock going in and out of her as he bounced her up and down. Then I noticed another man had joined them, stood at the side with his cock out, and had her head turned to suck it as the other was fucking her tight pussy. So, that's why she wasn't screaming with pleasure, as I could tell this was the first time she'd had two cocks at the same time. Just at this point, I heard the door go, and stayed motionless in the back of the stall I was in as I saw another man enter, and I think he just followed the sound as he didn't even look in any other stalls. He got to their stall and dropped his hands to his fly, took out his cock, and shoved it in her face, so she now had three cocks to contend with, and for someone with next to no experience, was doing quite well. As she sucked on each one of them in turn as she was being bounced on the third man's cock, I saw her perky tits, which looked bigger now, about 32D-ish, bounce and being played with by these men. Not thinking that I was only dressed in my lingerie and with the dress out of sight behind the door, I thought I better go back into the bar or end up in this gangbang. So, as quietly as I entered, I crept my way back to the door and left as I made my way back to the group with Bill and Ken at the bar. All the men looked at me, but said nothing. It wasn't until I got to Bill that I found out that I was without my dress - in my drunken and now aroused state, my mind I not even thought about taking my dress off to pee. As he turned and saw me, he just said, "Fuck me, Cleo, I know it said evening gown on the invite, but it meant before bed," and then Ken, without looking and realizing how I was dressed, asked, "We seem to have lost a barmaid. Would you mind serving behind the bar for a bit, Cleo?" and I said, "Sure," instantly forgetting again about my dress. Or did he know, because as I passed him, he said, "I can't wait to fuck you in that outfit tonight," and gave my ass a stroke at the same time, sending another surge of lust through me. The two barmen thought it was great having me behind the bar with them for cheap feels, but not with the amount of people who was now around the bar wanting a drink served by me. As I was serving, I happened to glance over to the door of the women's toilets and saw the man who'd been fucking Nicola first coming out with a smile on his face while doing up his fly. Soon, the two barmen were complaining to Ken as the thrill of copping a cheap feel wore off, and the fact that every time they tried to serve someone, they got told to fuck off, basically. Ken told them to go take a break, then, and come back when he asked them to, so they did and got behind the bar with me instead as they left through the door. But it didn't take me long to notice the only work his hands were doing was on me as he kept groping my ass or pussy through my thong behind the bar where no one could see. As I was serving at the end of the bar, facing the women's toilets, I saw the second man coming out of the toilets with a big grin on his face while he was fastening his belt. So that just left the last one in there with her if no one else had gone in while I wasn't looking. At this moment, I was going to have a problem of my own because, as I picked up a glass and put my hand on the pump handle to pour a pint, as soon as I did, I felt Ken's hands slip up from my ass up my back and stop at my bra clip, and as I was pulling the handle, I felt him undo them and let go. With the bra being strapless, the force of my ample tits being unrestrained shot it forward away from me onto the floor. A big loud cheer went up as soon as it happened, and Ken whispered, "Just thought they'd like a topless barmaid, sexy," and sniggered in my ear as his hand wandered into my thong to play with my pussy. Just then, the women's door opened, and out came the last man, carrying a naked Nicola with a glazed, flushed look on her face, fresh from having an orgasm. No one noticed as they were all looking at me topless behind the bar; he took her towards a group in a booth in the corner where old Tom had fucked me the first time I'd come in here. Of course, it was different now after the refit - the first they noticed her was when she was dropped naked, except for the trainers she still wore on her feet, onto their laps. It took seconds from there shock to her having a cock in her mouth and someone finger-fucking her as a third played with her tits. Ken now not only had his hand in my thong but had a finger in my pussy, finger-fucking me, and his other groping my tit as I was no longer serving. I was stood up, leaning back against him, so my pussy was pushing onto his finger, and my arms were up over my shoulders and hooked behind his head. This was giving everyone a clear view of my tits and the fact that Ken's hand was in my thong and pussy as I moaned in pleasure from this. What I wasn't seeing was that Bill and a couple of the men from the group earlier were rescuing Nicola as a big group of men was trying to all fuck her at once. They managed to get her free and take her into Ken's private quarters, and then Ken whispered into my ear, "Time to have our fun." All I remember was the two barmen returning and being taken into Ken's private quarters too as I heard lots of shouting coming from the bar, then music starting, and everything quietening down. Once in Ken's quarters, I saw there was in the spare bedroom Nicola and two of the group from earlier, in the living room Bill and another two from the group, but Ken took me to his bedroom. As soon as we were in there, I was sat on the edge of the bed with my legs wide, and Ken stood between them, and I had his cock out and in my mouth, sucking him in an instant - I was so horny. My head was really going at a pace, backwards and forwards on his cock, trying to get him as hard as I could so he could fuck my eager pussy. Just as he was fully erect, Bill appeared at the door. "The cops are here; there's been a big fight outside, so we better get out there and sort it out," and Ken withdrew from my mouth. As Ken put his cock in his fly, Bill went on, "These two guys here are going to take the girls out the back way and take them home," he said, pointing to two men stood with Nicola, who had on her thong and bikini top. He also added, "Sorry, Cleo, can't find your dress, but here's your bra, so go with these two in their van - no one will see you," and tossed me my bra, which I put on. Even in the confusion, I was still horny, even more, I think, with the excitement of what was going on as we left the room and down the stairs. Ken and Bill headed in the direction of the bar, and Nicola and I followed one of the men, while the other brought up the rear towards the back door. I still felt drunk and was horny as hell, and Nicola looked scared to death as we were about to go outside, me in just my lingerie and her in a white thong and white bikini top - at least it looked like she had a bikini on. We reached the back door, and the man in front opened it slowly, then quickly, as he saw another man stood waiting outside. "Quick, get in the van," the man outside said. As he jumped into the driver's seat, we all got in the back of the van, and the first thing I noticed was that it was completely empty - there was nothing in it except a piece of carpet on the floor. Also, it was completely sectioned off from the driving cab by some wood boarding. No sooner was the door shut than the engine started up, and we set off without stopping. After a minute or so, we realised we'd got away and started to relax a bit, but I still felt excited and horny as I flopped back against the side of the van next to one of the men. I was looking across at Nicola and thinking what a nice body she had as I realised at this point they didn't know where I lived, so didn't know where to go. Turning to the man at the side of me, I said, "I better tell the driver where to take me," and he replied, "No need to - he knows where we're going," and in a flash, his hand was on my stomach.Within a second, it had gone from my stomach down into my thong and through my pussy hair, and he slipped a finger into my pussy. Beginning to start to protest, he cut me off by saying, "Don't fight it, as you'll only get hurt and fucked anyway, so it would be better if you relax and enjoy it, as I'm only going to be the first," and he laughed. In no time at all, my body was betraying me as it was still extremely horny, and even though my mind was screaming "no," my body was certainly telling him "yes." At this point, I caught a glimpse of Nicola trying weakly to fight off the other man as he had the bikini top over her tits and thong pulled to the side and was rubbing her pussy. The man at my side moved his other hand up to my bra clasps and somehow undid them with one hand; it sprung away from my restrained tits as they sprang to full size. Just then, the van slowed and stopped, and I heard the driver get out, and in a couple of seconds, the back doors opened, and Nicola was pulled out in her near-naked state. The one who was next to me grabbed my arms, put them behind my back, and tied them with my bra, and then I too was pulled out of the van. I was led through a door and into a corridor. I could hear Nicola's voice begging for them to let her go and the sounds of crying after it, and then it suddenly went quiet. He led me down to a door, then into a room which looked like a cheap bed and breakfast hotel room. It had two beds in it and a set of drawers, wardrobe, and a couple of wooden chairs. On one of the beds was Nicola, who was gagged, completely naked, with a man pounding away at her pussy while she tried in vain to fight him off, but she was no match for his strength. I was thrown onto the other bed on my back, and no sooner had I landed than my arms and legs were tied to the bed posts, so I was spread-eagled on the bed with only my thong covering my pussy. There were about four men in the room, by my guess, including the one fucking Nicola, and now tied to the bed, I knew I was going to be fucked by them. But what I didn't know was by how many of them - 1, 2, or all 4 of them - and the other question burning in my brain was who they were and how they were invited to the party. This I got the answer to later, as I found out they were the group of men who'd been doing the building work on Ken's pub. The man from the van appeared at the bed, totally naked, with a smallish cock standing out hard and ready to fuck me as he climbed on the bed. Thankfully, he didn't rip off my thong, as this set had cost a fortune; instead, he just moved it to the side and shoved his cock into my open and still wet pussy. As soon as he did, he said, "God, they sure build these northern women a bit better than the ones down south, just look at the bodies on these two honeys," and he started to fuck me. Even though his cock was small, he certainly knew how to use it as he was fucking me at a good pace and playing with my tits as he did. "Fuck, these are nice tits, and I think they're real," he said. Let the truth be known, they didn't need to have tied me to the bed, as I was still extremely turned on from everything that had happened from earlier. Just then, one of his mates who was reading a porn magazine suddenly shouted, "Fuck me, it's her," as he was waving the magazine about. The man fucking me stopped and said, "What the fuck are you on about?" "It's her, you're fucking a pornstar. Look here, there's pictures of her getting fucked by some man in a photo story," and he showed him the magazine. He looked down at me and smiled, "Well, we are getting to fuck a pornstar, are we? Well, I don't know how many cocks you've had in your time, but you're going to have a few tonight," and as he said each word, he rammed forward hard into my pussy. As he returned to pounding my pussy with that bit of extra effort after he'd seen the pictures, as if he was trying to impress me. I turned my head as I could hear her screams from behind the gag and saw her now laid face down, with a man forcing his cock into her ass. The way she was screaming, thrashing about, and the tears coming down her face, I guessed it was the first time she'd had a cock shoved into her ass, and it wasn't a small one either. Again, it wasn't very big in length, but it was very fat, and my eyes watered just thinking and looking at the sight of it going into such a tight hole. Her eyes opened wide, and she went deathly still and quiet as I guessed the head of his cock must have fully entered her ass, and he paused for a few minutes. As he did, my attention was brought back to the man fucking me as I heard him say, "Fuck, bitch, I'm cumming in your pussy, it's so nice," and he pulled out of me just as his cock started to shoot its cum all over my thong. It wasn't long before I had another cock in my pussy, pumping in and out, and another man telling me how hard he was going to fuck me and what a dirty slut I was. My mind thought at this point that I really didn't have much of an option, as I was tied spread-eagled on this bed, totally unable to stop them. I glanced back across at the bed Nicola was on, and the man was now pumping at her ass fast and hard, and I heard him telling her how tight and nice it felt as he did, until he finally pulled out and shot his cum all over her ass cheeks. In seconds, there was a man under her with her on top of him, impaled on his cock in her ass, and then another man appeared and got between her legs and shoved his hard cock forcefully into her pussy. I looked at her face and couldn't tell if the expression was one of pain or pleasure of having 2 cocks in her for the first time, and as her mouth was open, screaming in either pain or pleasure, the gag was removed. But before she could scream out for help, if she still wanted to, a cock was shoved in deep and down into her throat as a man started to fuck her face forcefully. Men kept appearing and fucking either me, as I was tied to the bed, or joined the triple-teaming that was constantly happening on Nicola, who was too weak to even fight against them now. A fat, ugly man appeared and spoke to the man who'd first fucked me and said, "I'm glad you guys picked my place to lodge in, as these are the best pieces of ass ever I will have had the pleasure to fuck," he said as he plunged his thin cock into my pussy and started to fuck me. It turned out he was the last one to fuck me and also the only one who didn't shoot his cum on my thong and suspender belt; instead, he shot it into the cups of my bra, then put it on me. Within seconds of them finishing fucking us, we were back inside the van, and then, after a few minutes, we were pushed out of it into the street. We were both nearly naked - I just had my now-ruined lingerie set on, and Nicola her thong and the bikini top - and had no money either to get home. We managed to pinch some clothes off a washing line, which I sent back with a letter the next day and some money as a thank you and an apology. I also found out from Ken that this isn't the first time they'd pulled this trick, and if he'd known beforehand, he would never have left me with them or let them take us with them. Nicola, I saw later in a hardcore film re-enacting the whole night. More Soon THE END.	3
104,148	Money Problems	Hi, my name is Cleo, and as I have found out, I like to have fun, which always leads to trouble. I am 21 years old with brown hair, brown eyes, and my stats are 36ee-24-36. It all started with a business deal I got into. I checked all the paperwork and made sure there was nothing hidden in the small print that would con me. I even met the 2 men who were in charge of the business it was I was sinking all my money into, as it would take everything I had, even my house. Lucy had gone off on a long holiday before going to uni, and that meant I was by myself again. It took me a couple of days to decide to go for it, as if anything went wrong, all I'd have left would be my clothes and car, nothing else. My house, savings, and even the money my mother had left me went into it, but on paper, it looked like such a good deal, and the return of 300 percent was just too good. I was told I'd see my first return in 2 weeks, as the start of the money would start rolling in from then, as it was a bit of a get-rich-quick scheme. It was then when I found out I'd been conned by them. All the paperwork was spot on, so how could it be? Needing to find out more, I went to the address of the headquarters of the company I'd invested in, so I jumped in my car and drove there to an empty building. There was nothing there; it was an empty building, and as I was looking in the dusty windows, I never saw the security guard coming up to me. The first I knew he was there was when he asked, "Can I help you with something, miss?" and I spun around, then after my heart stopped pounding. I asked where the company had moved to. "There's been no one in this building for the last year," and this confused me even more. As I got back into my car, it was just dawning on me that they'd taken me for every penny I owned and also my house too. It took me all night to realize just how much trouble I was in, and the next morning, I had a lot of bills to pay and no money to do it with. The bank called, asking me to go see the manager, which I did, and he had no sympathy for me. In fact, he told me I had 24 hours to pack my things and get out of the house. To say I had hit rock bottom would be an understatement. I was in tears as they came to remove me from the house, and I sat there crying in my car. The only things I had in the world now were my car and my clothes packed into it, and nothing else, so I cried for about 2 hours sat there. It dawned on me I needed somewhere to live, which gave me another problem. In order to rent somewhere, I needed money, and I had none at all. What was I going to do? It did cross my mind to go back to my aunt's, but then I remembered my uncle and what he could force me to do. It came to me I could go to a friend's house, Tina, but no, she was too busy with her own little world, and another problem with that is I'd never sleep due to all the partying. Bill's house came to mind next, but then it dawned on me he'd just moved, and he was nowhere near sorted out yet, so that was out also. Then how about Ken? He had the room, and he was settled after the pub had been done up, and I knew he'd have me. In fact, he might even give me some work. So that's where I decided to go, and as I got there, I felt really nervous, and as I looked at the place all lit up, I realized it was still open, so I waited for a little while. Eventually, I plucked up courage and went to the back door, as I wasn't in the mood to go through the bar. After ringing the doorbell a few times, and it took a couple of minutes, the door was opened by Ken, and as soon as I saw him, I broke down crying again. He took me to his private quarters, and after about an hour or so, he managed to calm me down after I told him about everything that had happened and showed him the paperwork. For the rest of the night, we talked and tried to sort something out. I found out he couldn't give me a job, as the brewery did all that now, but I could stop for a little while I got myself sorted out. Emotionally drained, I fell asleep right there on the couch and slept like a log for a good 10 hours for the first time since this had started. I was so desperate for a job that the next day, I took a door-to-door sales job selling perfume and aftershave from a new company trying to make their name. It was something I'd never done before, and the first 2 days were a disaster. I didn't sell a thing; in fact, most houses just slammed the door in my face. It was as I talked to the woman in charge that changed things. She told me that if I got their attention as soon as they answered the door, then it increased the chance of a sale by 60 percent. She also told me to go to an area of the city no one else hadn't gone near, to the north, the opposite side to where I was with Ken, and I'd never been to the housing estate she spoke of. So the next day, I dressed to kill to get the attention of the person who answered the door straight away. Now, one thing I had noticed was that more men had answered the door than women, so I thought, let's show the assets, which always got the men's attention. So I got out my best lingerie suspender set - it was black, partially see-through with flowery lace trim, and a pair of seamed black stockings. On top of this, I wore a light grey mini-skirt and a business jacket that only had one button on it, so showed a lot of my cleavage and bra. The skirt was so short that you could see the stocking tops at the bottom of it, and a pair of 4-inch high heels in light grey also, and my hair I wore down. Ken's eyes nearly popped out when he saw me and said if I didn't catch the men's attention when they came to the door, they would either be dead or gay. The housing estate was a little run-down looking - you know what I mean, broken fences, boarded-up windows, and peeling paint. But as I drove around to see where to start, I did notice some of the houses were the complete opposite, very well looked after. After I decided where to start, I got out of the car with my little case full of samples and went to the first door and knocked. A woman came to the door, and before I even got to why I was there, she slammed the door and told me to fuck off as she did. This brought me back down to earth with a crash, but at the third door I knocked on, my spirits perked up again as a man answered, and his eyes went straight to my bra-clad tits and never moved. After saying why I was there, he invited me in, still looking at my tits, and all the time I showed him the samples, he kept looking at my tits and my ass as I moved around him showing him the samples. By lunchtime, I had a few orders; it seemed to be working. I still got the door slammed in my face by the women, and one or two men, but most invited me in. The thought never even crossed my mind how dangerous this could be, going into strangers' houses alone. I mean, they could be anyone - rapists, kidnappers, even murderers. In the afternoon, I got a couple more orders from men, but still no women, as I was now really flirting with them, as I knew this really worked. Then I came to a house and knocked; no answer, so I tried again, still no answer, and just as I was about to go, I heard noises. I thought they must be round the back and not heard me, so I went round the side to the back of the house, and the noises got louder as I did. No, it couldn't be, but it did - it sounded like people fucking. Yes, the more I heard, that's what it sounded like as I was coming towards a set of patio doors. As I turned and raised my hand to knock, I saw them - a woman totally naked, bouncing on a man's cock, facing the doors as he sat on a wooden chair. Her head thrown back as she did, moaning and groaning in delight as she bounced, and he had his hands around her, playing with her small, petite tits. I moved out of view but still watched them fucking, as I couldn't take my eyes off them as they continued fucking. Soon, I heard the man talking to her, saying things like "Fuck, you're my favorite little employee. I love taking you on these little lunch meetings," and she screamed in answer. Then, soon as I was now getting very turned on myself, watching them, I heard him say, "Does my little favorite want her special bonus for her day's work?" "Yes, fuck yes, please," I heard her reply. "Well, here it comes," and he pulled out of her. Then I saw his cock between her wide legs, shooting cum up in the air, then landing on her stomach and the little line of pussy hair between her legs, and she started to rub it in to her skin and pussy. By this time, I was so turned on, but I thought I better go and not disturb them, as it looked like they might soon be at it again, and as I started to walk, I could feel how wet my own pussy was. So on I went to do some more selling. The next two houses had no one in, and the next I came to was in a poor state of repair. The fence was smashed, bushes overgrown, paint peeling off the doors and windows, but I thought, well, I need the money more than they do, so I knocked. A big, burly, overweight man answered the door, wearing only a pair of jeans with his fat belly hanging over them, completely hiding the waistband of the jeans. As I gave him my little speech, I was gently swinging my tits from side to side as his eyes followed them - it was for two reasons, one to keep his attention, the other I was still turned on. He invited me in, and the place wasn't too bad on the inside, but I guessed he lived alone, as I saw only one soft chair and two chairs at the table, also the things around the living room were all male-orientated, even the Playboys on the table. It was quite clean, not as scruffy as I thought it would be from the outside, and as I looked at a bookcase against one wall, it wasn't full of books; it had porn videos on it instead. Anyway, he said he'd like to smell some of the aftershave, so I was giving him the full service, dabbing a bit here and a bit there on him.As I moved around bending and squatting, the skirt rode up a little to show the clips on my suspenders, and as I bent to put some on him, my breasts would be inches from him. As I put the last aftershave on him for him to smell, he said he'd take some, and I asked which. He said all of them. Then, just as I was getting ready to close my case up, he said, "What about the perfume? I'd like to see them also," and I never thought that was strange, even though I knew from his house there was no woman living here. I think I thought he must want some for the women in his family, sister or mother, as he looked about 40ish. So now, as I gave him the first bottle and he smelt it, I said, "Of course, it smells a little different on a woman." There was a short pause. "How much different? I need to smell it on a woman." I thought straight away, "Well, I'm the only one here, and if I get him to buy some perfume as well, this will be a great sale." So it wasn't long till I was dabbing the perfume on me, having to space it out so one didn't clash with another. There was a lot more perfume than aftershave, and soon I'd run out of places to put it on bare skin that I could get to with my jacket on, and I'd only just started really. What could I do? I wanted a really big sale. "You could always take your jacket off," he said, again without thinking about anything but selling him as much as I could. This is what I did. All I had on top was my bra as I now started to put perfume on my bare bits of body, but this was starting to fill up, and the only place left was around my breasts. It took me about a second's thought, but I needed a sale, so the next one I put on the top of my left breast, not much above my black lace bra, and then leaned forward for him to smell. He seemed to take longer as he kept asking questions so he could take longer, and I was still turned on a bit from the man and woman earlier. The feel of his warm breath on my breast was making me hornier, and then I put another on my right breast, and as I felt his breath again, my own breathing became heavy as I was getting very turned on. He must have known as my chest was rising with my deep breaths, and then he suddenly said, "Sorry, I need to make a phone call. I know someone who would be interested in this," and left the room. While he was gone, I found myself picking up a Playboy and was thumbing through it for some unknown reason, and it was keeping me highly turned on for some reason, looking at the models. It was when he came back that I realised I had run out of places to put the perfume and thought, "Where else did I have some bare skin?" I looked down and saw the tops of my stockings and a flash of bare skin below my skirt, and before I knew it, I was pulling it up to my waist. Putting some of the perfume on the top of my thigh next to my thong panties, then moved forward between his legs as he sat on a chair. As I looked down as he sniffed at the perfume, my mind started to drift to an erotic thought of him moving across and licking my pussy, which made me very horny. Then I put another one on the other side, closer still to the small piece of fabric covering my pussy, and again looked down as he sniffed it. Then I felt his hand move from the back of my thigh and rest on the fabric of my thong, and I collapsed onto his knee with a wave of electricity surging through my body. As my mind became clear, his hand was in my panties, rubbing my pussy, as I sat on his knee, and I was rubbing my breasts that were hanging out of my bra. As I sat there on his knee with my legs wide and with his hand in my panties, a voice said, "Fuck me, that's one good-looking slut you got there. Glad you told me to come round, and you're right, I'm definitely interested in the smell," his mate said as he stood in front of us. As I sat there with little gasps and moans coming out of my mouth, I looked over his friend too as he stood there. He too was certainly not any oil painting; he was too heavily overweight and not good-looking at all, but there was something about these men that, as I looked at them, turned me on even more. Don't ask me what, as I didn't know, just that they really turned me on. As he too moved forward and grabbed one of my breasts, the man whose house it was said to his mate, "Well, do you want to buy some or not?" and he replied, "Fuck yeah, how could you say no to this?" and he planted a rough, hard kiss on my lips. Soon I was stood up, and my skirt and thong were removed, then my bra and shoes also, leaving me wearing just my suspenders and stockings. As one said, "Fucking hell, she looks just like that pornstar Angel Dark but with slightly rounder and bigger tits," as he said it, they started to lead me out of the room. As we were climbing the stairs, the owner said, "Shit, this slut's ass is making me so hard, I'm just going to have to fuck her now," and he stopped me as I heard his zip come down on his jeans. Soon I was being bent over with this man's dick fucking me from behind, while his mate was on the stairs in front of me, also now trouser-less, and I was sucking his cock. Not knowing, but this was just the start of what was going to be a long afternoon for me and my body as the man fucked me right here on the stairs. His mate soon said, "Let's get this babe into the bedroom so we can give her a real good fucking," and so they pulled out of me and took me into a bedroom that was nothing special except the bed had all ropes, chains, and handcuffs attached to it, and mirrors everywhere. Then, as I was stood next to the bed, he opened a cupboard, and it was full of sex toys, whips, dildos, and other various items. Soon I had my wrists strapped to a 2-foot-long bar at either end above my head, and this was attached to a chain that hung from the ceiling, and a ball gag in my mouth. As I hung there from this, there was a swoosh sound, then as I heard a smack, I felt pain on my ass, and I saw in the mirror him flicking his arm back with a whip in his hand. He whipped me another 5 times after, and I realised what the gag was for - to keep the noise down. Then, in the mirror, I saw his mate with something in his hand. "Let's get that tight-looking asshole ready," he said. "Which you got, mate?" said the other. "Well, seen as we're going to be riding this slut for a while, I picked this one," and showed him something. The other spoke then, "Ah, the horse tail anal plug, great choice, mate," and then I felt something cold and wet at my asshole being forced into it until they moved, and my ass felt full. Looking in the mirror, I saw coming out of my ass was a long tail of hair like a horse's tail, and just then, he said, "Swish your tail, babe," and gave me another whip, which made me do what he wanted. One of them stood in front of me, holding his cock to my pussy lips, and as his mate whipped me again, which made me thrust my hips forward and impale myself on the cock. It doesn't matter how many times I get DP'd, I always feel so full as I did now with his cock in my pussy and this anal plug stuck in my ass. After a while, they removed the anal plug from my ass, and then one of them shoved his cock in my ass from behind as I still hung from the ceiling. Looking in one of the mirrors as he fucked my ass, I looked like a little underage schoolgirl getting fucked by a man, as he was that big compared to me. By the time they were letting me down from the ceiling, I had been fucked and cum in both my ass and pussy, but as I looked at their cocks, I noticed no matter how many times they came, their cocks remained hard. I thought it must be some drug they were taking, but found out it was no drug, just the amount of porn and hookers they fucked. It made them like a pornstar in a way, able to keep it up for a long time no matter how many times they came. My hands and feet were now strapped to the headboard and footboard of the bed, leaving me spread-eagled on the bed. This was the first time I would have both of their cocks in my ass and pussy at the same time. The owner of the house was underneath me as he was in my ass as I laid looking up at the ceiling mirror of my body stretched out over his big frame, and his hands squeezing my breasts. Then his mate got between my legs and shoved his cock into my pussy, and I saw a look of both pain and delight go across my face as he did in the mirror. As they fucked away at me, I turned my head and looked at the scene in a mirror to the side, and I swear to you, if it wasn't for my legs and arms being stuck out, strapped to the bed, you would never have seen me. By the time they finished fucking me and have let me go, leaving me on the bed with a buzzing love egg up in my pussy, vibrating away, and a vibrator in my ass, I was well and truly fucked out. Never have I been fucked so much and been so tired after being fucked by 2 men, as I had lost count the amount of times I had cum or the amount they'd cum too. As I got off the bed after removing the vibrator in my ass, I caught my reflection in the mirror, dressed only in the stockings and suspenders and looking very disheveled but with a smug smile of content on my face. When I got downstairs, his mate had gone, and without thinking what I was doing, I started to put the samples back in the case, naked, as he watched me. It wasn't until I'd done and saw my clothes scattered around the floor that I realised I was still naked and thought I better get dressed. All the time I dressed, he watched me and was saying things to me like, "Fuck, honey, you've got the best body I've ever fucked," and "You should do porn, you'd make a fortune," also, "I could fuck you every day for life and still be happy." Once I was dressed, he called me over to him, and as I stood in front of him, he stood up, and he slipped his hand into my bra, squeezed hard, then pulled it out, leaving a wad of cash there. Then he said, "That's from Jonny, and this is from me," he said as he lifted the front of my skirt and shoved his hand in my panties, leaving another wad of cash. Then, as I said that he didn't pay for his order until he'd got it, he said, "That's not for the order, hooker, that's for the fuckings," and slapped my ass as I picked up my case.As I stood and started to step towards the door, I saw the time on the clock. They had been fucking me for over 4 hours. Once I got in the car, I found out they had paid me enough to get a down payment on a flat with the other money I'd saved. This meant I went and got one the next morning in an area that wasn't the best, but it was close to friends and cheap, clean, and tidy, and would look quite nice with a bit of work. Even though I'd got a flat, it didn't mean by any means I was over my money problems, and even though I told the police, they held out no hope of catching them. The things I had left, I moved into the flat, and the main things I kept were the important ones.	3
104,149	Caretaker's Chance	Hi, my name is Cleo, and as I have found out, I like to have fun, which always leads to trouble. I am 21 years old with brown hair, brown eyes, and my stats are 36ee-24-36. The flat I was living in and hopefully buying was in a block, not one of these tower blocks, but a 3-story high long block. This had a long corridor running along the bottom of it with 2 doors that led outside on it and all the doors to the ground floor flats. There were also four staircases to the higher floors, each with the same a corridor running the length of each floor. Now I lived on the ground floor next to the caretaker's flat, and he was the one who did all the repairs to the building and tended the gardens and walkways plus the car park. But if you wanted him to repair anything in the flat, you had to pay him or get someone else in to do it, as it was your flat, and your rent was like a mortgage, and you were buying the flat. After you'd bought the flat, you just paid a little fee each week towards the upkeep of the building and things. Over the first few weeks, I got him to sort out all the little problems I had with the flat which I couldn't fix myself. The reason I used him was for a few reasons: he was cheaper than an outside repairer, and he was in the building, so usually did it that day or the next day. Also, I found he was quite good at all sorts of things and did a good job, or if not, would do it to how you wanted it. Now I did sort of fancy him; he wasn't the best-looking bloke in the world, not by a long shot, in fact, quite a few women wouldn't look at him twice. But to me, there was something I liked, but I never let on and had no intention of asking him out, as he wasn't that good-looking, but cute, you know. He was 33 years old with a bit of a belly, not much, as he still did a few sports, as I found out as we talked while he mended something for me. In a way, he was the center of our building, as he was always the one who let you know what was happening and when someone was away so you could keep an eye out for people you didn't know hanging around their flat. He was the one who arranged the meetings for say if something was planned to be done to the building or land around it. He was also the one who, when there was a party going on, would let everyone know, as you tended to invite everyone so it wouldn't disturb anyone. In fact, you usually found it would take over a whole floor as it spilled into the corridor and other people's flats as they left their doors open. This was because the secret to a good party is to try to please everyone and cater for all, but you can't usually do this. The reason why is because not everyone's from the same era or likes the same music and entertainment. As there were people aged from me at 21 to Mr. Sanders at 80, who was like a 50-year-old in the way he went off - he even jogged about 8 miles a week. It was while "Screwdriver," as everyone called the caretaker, as he always had one handy, was hanging the door I'd had taken off to strip down and stain and varnish, that he told me he was having a party on Saturday for his anniversary of his, as he put it, "getting out of jail from the warden." Which he had mentioned before that he used to be married, and he told me before they were married, she was totally different to the woman he split from. He said she wouldn't let him do a thing without her and even gave 20 quid out of their wages for spending money, and this had to cover everything from beer to snacks and newspapers. It was the worst 5 years of his life, he told me, now I don't know if it was a lie or not, I wasn't bothered really. The only thing I was bothered about was letting my hair down for a night and getting drunk and forgetting about my own problems for one night. Now he told me not to get dressed up, as no one ever did for one of his parties, as they were a "come as you are" party. So, as I heard the party going for about an hour, I decided to show my face and went dressed just as I was in jeans and a wool jumper and socks and trainers. When I opened the door, I saw the party was already spilled out into the corridor, so I left my door ajar like everyone else on the floor. Some of the faces were ones I already knew from the building, others I didn't know but had seen around but not talked to yet, and some complete strangers, Screwdriver's friends, I guessed. Soon I was talking to the few people I hadn't really met that lived in the building, and my neighbor next door but one took me to show me her old modeling pictures. As she used to be a glamour model back in the late eighties, she told me I should think about trying to be a topless model or glamour model. She kept telling me that from what she'd seen of me as I walked about each day of my chest, and with my looks, I could make a real go of it. In the end, she gave me a card of a good photographer and another of an agent for glamour models. Then I met the couple from the top floor next to old Mr. Sanders, who told me to call him Colin, as he said jokingly, "I always look for my father when someone calls me that," and we laughed. They were a newly married couple of 4 months, and they were still sort of in their honeymoon period, kissing and touching all the time. Which Colin told me he loved, which I thought was strange, but I was going to find out why later on in the coming weeks. All the time I was drinking heavily - double whisky or vodka, neither my drink really, but they were doing what I wanted, making me drunk. Soon I found myself in Screwdriver's flat, having a laugh with him and a pair of his mates. They wouldn't believe me when I said I liked football until I named my favorite all-time England team, and it had to be 4-4-2 with everyone in their proper place. So off I went: Banks in goal, a defense from left to right of Pearce, Hughes, Moore, Neal, then a midfield from left to right of Edwards, Hoddle, Charlton, Mathews. Now up front was a real problem, as there were so many I would love to put in, but I ended up with Keegan, Lineker for craft and out-and-out goal scoring. Then they questioned one or two, like why Neal, and I just found him a good solid right-back, good at defending and going forward. Pearce was what you need in every team, a great defender and great at going forward with pure passion coming out of every pore. No one complained about the midfield, as it had everything - skill, craft, and a competitive tackler in Charlton, all-round ability. I'd have loved to put Gerrard in, but it's still early in his career, and he could become a great, but not quite there yet. It was up front that caused the main talk, not so much Keegan, but Lineker, as they said, "What about Hurst?" but let's be honest to the great man, he wasn't as good a goal scorer as Lineker. Then there was Greaves, a great goal scorer, but not quite in Lineker's class for me, and we argued about more still after them. It finished when Screwdriver pulled me off for a dance, and then we went to a quiet corner to talk about things, most of which I don't remember, and as people kept coming up to us and interrupting, we grabbed a couple of bottles, headed for my flat, and closed the door. After more talk and a lot more drink, I remember nothing past laughing till I had tears coming down my face as he told me about a bloke who lived in the flat before me and some of the things he did. I woke up the next morning naked except for one white sock half on my foot as it dangled off my foot, and with one hell of a hangover. God, how much had I had to drink the night before? It must have been near a record by the feel of this hangover. Taking off the sock, I got in a hot bath and relaxed for half an hour, trying to get rid of the headache by taking some aspirin and closing my eyes. When I got out, I went back into the bedroom and saw my clothes scattered all around - god, was I that drunk I didn't even put them in a pile, never mind on the chair like I usually did till next morning? My jumper was at one side of the bed, my jeans the other. I found my trainers under the bed and my missing sock on the bedside table. The white cotton low-cut bra I'd been wearing was on the dresser, and my white cotton thong was on the bedroom door - however did it get there? Anyway, I had 2 coffees to try to wake up fully. Thank god it was Sunday, and I could relax for today and get rid of the hangover, so I just chilled all day and went to bed, seeing no one. It was Monday after work that I came home to a pile of post, all bills except this small package that had no stamp on it and was just addressed to Cleo. Now what the hell was this, I thought, and where had it come from? The latter of this question was answered straight away after I opened it. A slip of paper fell out and read, "Cleo, I have the negatives and also originals, so will be in touch soon," and was signed "Screwdriver." I pulled out an envelope and opened it. Pictures - the first one of me laid on my back across my bed with my legs dangling over the end at the knees, with one sock on one foot and the other hanging off. It must have been from Saturday, as I was wearing the jumper and jeans I had on for the party, and I looked totally drunk but not quite asleep, as my eyes were slightly open in a drunken haze. Then I looked at the next photo, and there sat on the bed at my head was Screwdriver, looking at me. Now I knew he really fancied me, as he tried to get me to go out with him when I first moved in, but I turned him down, even though I found him cute. Ever since then, I would catch a glance from him, looking at my tits or ass whenever he thought I wasn't looking. The next was of him leaning over and kissing me full on the lips, and I didn't seem to be resisting - in fact, I looked if I was kissing him back. The next one was of him pulling my jumper off me, revealing my white cotton bra as it was going past my head, so you couldn't see it.On I went, as he was now kissing down my body and was at my stomach. His hands were feeling my breasts through the bra, and still I looked as if I was letting him do this. A few moments later, he was undoing my jeans, then the next was of him pulling them off my legs as I just laid there with a dumb smile on my face. The next one was just of me from the angle of the photographer stood at my feet, looking down at me in just the bra and thong, with legs slightly ajar and a dumb smile on my face. My eyes were sort of glazed over, with what you couldn't tell if it was drunkenness or passion, and my hair was laid out all around my head. The following photo was closer to me, showing just my thong and bra, and I noticed my nipples were showing erect through my bra and what looked like a little wet patch on my thong. As I saw the next one, it was from the side, and Screwdriver was kissing up my legs. Then the next one, he was kissing over my pussy clad in the thong. Up my body to my mouth, then he kissed me deep again, and as he was doing this, his hands had gone under my back and on the next one, he was pulling my bra down my arms, revealing my breasts. It was at this point that, as my mind thought I knew how I fancied the guy, but I was letting him strip me in my drunken state, I thought I would have tried to stop him, but it appears not. As I thought this, it suddenly dawned on me that he couldn't have been the only one in the room, either, as the camera shots weren't from the same place, and Screwdriver was in them. So there was at least 2 of them, and I still seemed to be doing nothing to stop them, as on this one, Screwdriver was sucking on my breast. A couple more later, he had kissed his way down to my thong, and as he got to it with his lips, I saw his hands on the side of the thong. On the next picture, as he kissed, he was pulling my thong, and you could start to see my pubic hair being revealed slowly, as now the pictures had zoomed in on this area. Then, after 2 more, you could see him kissing my pussy lips in very close detail, and as I looked at it, not believing I'd let him do this. I couldn't believe it, the next pictures actually made me laugh, as they were of my thong flying through the air and landing on top of the door. Then a picture of me laying there naked with the exact same look on my face and in the same position as when I wore my bra and thong. Looking at the next was of me with my legs wide apart and my sock falling off onto the bedside table, and Screwdriver's head between my legs. I flicked through more of them as he licked and groped all over my naked body, until I reached one where he was between my legs with what looked like a good-sized cock hanging out of his trousers. It was hard, I could see, as the photos zoomed in closer, and as on the one where the head of his cock was going into my pussy, I saw there was a look of delight on my face. I suddenly thought at this point about the comment on the slip of paper and knew he was going to blackmail me for his pleasure with these pictures. The reason was because I could hardly cry rape when you saw the look on my face. Anyone could argue either way if it was a drunk look or a look of passion, and so it be me against him or should I say them, which would add weight to their argument. There were various pictures of him fucking me, and one even brought a smile to my face as I saw as my legs were being held up as he fucked me and the sock was dangling off my foot. On they went, more pictures of him fucking my pussy, some from a distance, some close up, and every time you saw my face, it was the same look. Then I got to one of his cock inches from my face and open mouth, and as I continued through, shots of him shooting his cum on my face and in my mouth. Soon I was looking at pictures of me wiping his cum that had missed my mouth into it with my finger and tongue and sucking my finger. Then I saw him pick me up, put me properly into bed, and give me one last kiss, then put the covers over me. Then I found an audio tape in the bottom of the package and put it in the tape player, and heard the sounds of it all - the fucking, everything - until the last thing I heard was Screwdriver's voice talking to his mate. I heard him say "Fuck, man, I can't believe we've got ourselves such a gorgeous little puppet to play with," and then the second shock was the other voice - it wasn't one of his mates, it was Colin. Yes, Mr. Sanders, it was his voice: "We sure have, and aren't we going to have fun," and at that moment, the tape clicked off. For the next few hours, I just sat in shock until I remembered that at any moment, Screwdriver was going to be coming to finish fixing the shower unit to my bath. When the knock came, I was very nervous, and he came in without even waiting for me to open it. As he closed it, he said, "Don't think I need to wait for you to open it anymore, do I, Cleo?" and I didn't answer because I knew it was the way it was going to be anyway. Then, as he turned to smile at me, he said, "Don't worry, we will never do anything to hurt you, and all we want is some fun. After all, it gets lonely for me having to work here most of my time, and as for Colin, he just wants some company," and then he went to the bathroom. He shouted out, asking if I could get him a cup of tea, and when I took it to him, he was just finishing up with the last bit. "Cleo, you still not got any work lined up for the weekend?" he asked. "No." "Well, if you're interested, one of my friends is on holiday, and I'm covering for him on his mobile burger bar, and I'll need some help. I'll pay you an hourly rate and a percentage of the profits." And I thought about it. I needed the money, and it didn't seem like there was anything else going to come along, as it was a very quiet week. So, finally, I answered, "Okay, when, where, and what shall I wear?" "Listen, I'll come by early Friday, and we'll sort that out then." "Okay." On Friday, I was waiting for Screwdriver to arrive when there was a knock on the door, and he came in with a smile on his face. "Right, let's pick out what you're going to be wearing tonight, Cleo. It's going to have to be something to bring the customers to our van, as there will be others there too," and we went to my bedroom. What happened next is what I didn't realize he would do. "Let's see what underwear would be suitable for tonight." Underwear? Why was he picking out underwear? I just couldn't work out why, but went along with it - I had no choice. He'd seen his chance at the party and the pictures and taken it. He handed me a pair of very tight, very short lycra shorts that showed quite a bit of my ass, as they were high-cut across my cheeks, in bright white. He picked these for a couple of reasons: one being that they weren't too revealing, so if the police saw me, they wouldn't arrest me or close us up, but would show enough to entice and give men a lovely thought in their heads or image. Because I knew this, as he handed me my shortest flared, pleated grey and black check micro mini skirt, and I looked at him, as it was chilly out, "Don't worry, the heat from the cookers will keep you warm," and with this in mind, he went to look at tops. It was also as he did this that I knew I would be going braless, because not only had he moved from my lingerie drawers, but also closed them up. He was going through my drawers with my tops in and wardrobe too. He closed the wardrobe, as nothing seemed to be what he was looking for, so back to the drawers. Then he seemed to find something that took his fancy, as he said, "Yes, this will do perfectly, just what we need," and he closed the drawer. Then, as he turned, I saw him hold the little white, close-knit wool cardigan I bought about 6 months ago, but had never worn, as to be honest, I was scared to. For a start, even if he'd planned for me to wear a bra, I'd have been taking it off, because it just wouldn't look right under this top. When I got it, I got it mail order, and the model in the book was not so chesty as me by some way, but I never thought of that when I saw it - I just loved the way it looked. I'd tried it on before, but after the 14 days you were allowed to send things back if it didn't fit or was faulty, so was stuck with it. You could see why I was scared to wear it, as soon as I put it on, it only came to my belly button, and I couldn't fasten the bottom 2 buttons, so it showed my belly button. The same at the top, except it was 4 buttons, so showed a lot of my cleavage, and to say it was tight, it was so tight you could just see my nipples if you looked hard enough. With a few minutes of moving about in the cardigan, my nipples were erect with the soft wool tickling them and turning me on slightly. To finish with, I put my hair into a ponytail and then put on a baseball cap he gave me to wear with the slogan of the hot dog company on it, 'Bone The Buns,' and I knew that would be trouble later. Why did I have the feeling I was there to be more eye candy than assistant, but to be honest, I wasn't really bothered, as he was paying me, and the more customers we got, the more I made from the percentage of sales. The burger bar was actually a converted caravan that was hooked up to Screwdriver's old van, which always had the back full of junk and rubbish. So it was time to set off anyway, and even when I got in the van, my skirt rode up, and when I put the seatbelt on, the sensation on my nipples drove me wild. The spot we put the burger bar in was his mate's regular spot, in an alley that was a cut-through from a local nightclub and a few pubs. As we set up and got things going, I knew straight away that I was flashing a lot of flesh, as I bent, the skirt rode right up, flashing my ass, and when leaning over the counter, a good flash of my breasts. Screwdriver was saying that he'd done it before, and there would be 2 busy periods, when the pubs turned out, then when the nightclub turned out. Anyway, we got a few customers before the pubs shut, some leaving early, some getting a cheap bite to eat before going to the club, and all these were ignoring the other burger bar a bit further down, as soon as they saw us.When the pubs turned out, we had massive queues, with almost all men, and none seemed to mind waiting so long when they got closer. We were selling loads of food, and of course, the slogan on the hat was causing lots of little comments. Like when I bent over to get some tissues from a shelf, I heard someone say, "I'd like to bone them buns," and things along those lines. I had to admit it was a turn-on, people talking like that about me, after all, I sort of saw it as a compliment in a crude sort of way, though. Just then, a mate of Screwdriver's turned up and hung around, so I was left serving by myself as he just did the cooking while he talked to this man who, when I looked, was a Japanese-looking man. He was still here as the crowd had gone, and this is when I saw we were out of about everything we'd been that busy, so there was a choice to make. We got together, and after some talk, Screwdriver said he'd go get some more stock, which left another problem as we couldn't leave the van alone. As I was going to have to stay with it, I was very scared about doing this, but his mate was still hanging around and said he'd stay with me as it beat going home to an empty flat. So it was decided that while he was gone, we'd shut as he said we'd nothing to sell anyway except for a couple of hot dogs and somehow 3 bread buns to put them in. So off he went, and I sat with this man, and I never even asked his name. All the time he was there, I was feeling slightly horny still as we talked. Soon, I said we might as well have the last of the hot dogs, and as I cooked them and we ate them, he kept paying me compliments, which was turning me on to be honest. I started to look at this guy in a different light and was actually thinking what it would be like fucking a Japanese guy and what his cock was like, and I think he knew it too. Even after the hot dog, I was still hungry after all the work and the fact I'd not eaten since midday, and was soon saying I wish there was something else to eat. He said to me he was something of a whiz in the kitchen, he'll see what he could come up with, and he started to throw things onto the counter with his back to me the whole time. After lots of noise and chopping, he said it was ready and told me to close my eyes as it was a surprise, so I did. The next thing he said was "you can open your eyes now and get your food," so I did, and he was holding a tray in front of him with, on it, the bun, and then I saw what was in it. In the bun was his cock with tomato ketchup on it, this struck home as he said, "there you are, madam, one hot dog with ketchup," and I found myself reaching for it. I took the bun in my hand, and as I did, he moved the tray, then I moved the bun, saying as I did, "I think I'll just have the sausage, thank you," and slipped his cock into my mouth. To start with, I licked all the ketchup off it, then went to work sucking and licking his cock; he did know what I'd been thinking and took his chance. There wasn't too much space in this little van with all the shelves, cookers, and counters, there wasn't much floor space. So this guy hopped up and sat on a counter, and I bent over and continued to suck his cock, and as I did, he reached down and undid the buttons on my cardigan. My tits with the already hard nipples were now hanging free, and his hands went to them and gave them a squeeze and rubbed my nipples. Now what I'd forgotten, the door to the caravan was open for when Screwdriver came back, and my ass was pointing in that direction. The guy whose cock I was sucking was pulling the skirt up so all my ass, clad only in the high-cut shorts, was exposed, and I heard him say, "god, you're fucking gorgeous, honey," as I now had got his cock fully hard. As I was concentrating on his cock in front of me, I don't know how long he was stood there or how much he'd seen. But the first I knew that Screwdriver had come back was when I felt him start to rub his cock, still in his trousers, up and down the crack of my ass, and him say, "well, I won't bother asking if you two are getting to know each other, I think that question is already answered," and I heard him chuckle. He continued to grind his cock up and down my ass through his trousers, then stopped, and I felt his hands on the side of my shorts and then him tugging them down. When the shorts hit the floor, I stepped out of them instinctively and stayed bent over sucking the guy's cock, and Screwdriver dropped to his knees and started to lick my pussy. It wasn't long till I needed more than a tongue on my pussy, I needed a cock instead, and lifted my head and said to the guy sat on the counter, "when you going to stick this cock in my pussy, I need it now," and he didn't need a second invite either. Within moments, they'd swapped places, Screwdriver was sat on the counter, and the other guy stood behind me with his cock ready to enter me. With one strong push, he entered my pussy and then started to pump in and out of my pussy, and I took Screwdriver's cock into my mouth. As he fucked me, I started to talk to him like a woman in a porn film, "go on, fuck my pussy," I said, then after a bit more sucking on Screwdriver's cock, "go on, harder, faster, you bastard, do it to me," and he did. After a couple of minutes more of this dirty talk from me and the fact he was really pumping in and out of me like a steam train, he couldn't hold back any longer. Before he could pull out, he started to cum, filling my pussy with loads of hot cum; there was loads of it, on and on he went, spurting into my pussy. Just at this point, there was a banging on the counter shutter and a voice shouting, "hey, you serving in there or do we have to come in and get our own," then banged again. Screwdriver took a sneaking peek through a crack in the shutter and said, "shit, there's a crowd out there, and they're not going to go away," so there was nothing for it, we had to get cooking and serve them. As quick as I could, I fastened the buttons on my cardigan, while I did this, Screwdriver had started some hot dogs and burgers cooking, the other guy was going out the door at the back. All I had time to do next was pull my skirt down because Screwdriver was opening the shutter, and this meant I was wearing no underwear. There was another problem which I hadn't noticed when I went to give the guy a blow job - I had to take my hat off, and my hair had come out of the ponytail and looked a mess. This and the fact my nipples were very erect and visible through the tight cardigan, also I looked flushed, the people outside must have known something. As I moved around, and the fact I had a pussy full of cum and no underwear on, I started to feel the cum trickling out and running down my inner thighs. The real problem came when we were really busy, and I had to bend over to get something off the bottom shelf. One of them must have got a great view of me; I heard him say, "fucking hell, I can see her pussy, she's got no knickers on, and she's just been creampied too," and as I stood, Screwdriver smiled at me, he'd heard it too. There were others who saw things too, especially the cum running down my legs from under the very short skirt, and made comments that either me or Screwdriver heard. After we'd finished and packed up and returned home, he dragged me into his flat and fucked me the instant we got through the door, stood up against the wall. His cum shot all over my skirt and cardigan, seen as I was still wearing them, and then I went to my flat and collapsed on my bed into a deep sleep. A few days later, I got home to find a note had been shoved through my letterbox; it was from Colin, asking me to go up to his flat later. So later on, I went up, wondering what he wanted. All I was dressed in was a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and just a pair of normal cotton bra and panties. Once there, he invited me in and told and asked me if I'd do something special for him, and I thought, how can I refuse when you've got those pictures. He asked me into his bedroom, and as soon as I stepped in there and saw laid out on the bed loads of panties of all shapes and styles. Now as I turned to look at him, he dipped his eyes, "I wondered if you'd do me something. I've had these for a while, but I want some pictures of them on a woman, and before you say no, I promise to keep your face out of the pictures," he said. He looked so pathetic that I just had to say yes, and he had promised to keep my face out of them. So I answered him, "yes, okay, I'll do it," and he smiled and said, "okay, I'll leave the room while you change." "Why, it's not as you haven't seen it before? Please stay, talk to me, you must have some stories about when you were younger," and so off he went, telling me about the old times. So soon, I was posing, wearing different kinds of panties, and I was not even starting to bother if he was getting shots with my face in them. He was now talking about some of the women he'd slept with when he was younger, which he started to go into great detail, even about the sex. I was just putting an all-in-one cotton bodysuit on, a bit like a leotard, when there was suddenly noise coming from next door. After a few seconds, I asked, "what's that?" "It's Jill and Jimmy; they be at it again, want to see?" and this comment interested me. How could I see what was going on, so I found myself saying, "okay." He moved over to where a picture hung on the wall and removed it to show there were two holes in the wall. Then he put his finger to his lips to tell me to be quiet and waved me over, so I wandered over to the holes and looked through them. The sight I saw was of Jill dressed as a nurse, white stockings and a lacy white thong and 1/4 cup lace bra, the nurse's uniform was wide open. Behind her, dressed as a doctor and ramming into her with a powerful series of thrusts, was Jimmy, and he was saying to her, "I told you if you got this wrong, I was going to punish you," and he slapped her ass hard. As I continued to watch through the peepholes, I couldn't help but get turned on by what was happening, as Colin said, "they like to dress up, and the best thing is they don't know I watch them, as on the other side, the holes are the eyes in a moulding of a lion's head."I was transfixed and moved my hand and started to rub my pussy through the bodysuit, watching this scene. Now, I don't know if this was planned or if he just took his chance, but Colin came up behind me and reached around and felt my breasts. He started to squeeze them and rub my nipples through the bodysuit, and as he did, I continued to rub my pussy. Looking through the holes, they were really going for it now, as Jill was really getting a pounding from Jimmy as he rammed into her with such force that the bed was banging against the wall. Colin was undoing the clips on the bodysuit between my legs, and as the last one became undone, it sprang up my body to uncover my pussy and ass completely. Then, next, I felt his cock slowly pushing into my pussy, ever so gently and softly, until he was fully in me. He started to pump in and out of me with lovely, long, slow strokes, and as he did, he put his hands on my breasts and squeezed and rubbed them through the bodysuit. After a few minutes of him fucking me like that, he pulled out and stood me up straight, then totally removed the bodysuit so I was naked. Then, he took me over to the bed with all the knickers still spread out all over it, and he pushed me face down onto it. While my legs were still closed, he re-entered my pussy and slowly, again, started to fuck me, and as he did, I looked at the bedside table. On top of it were some pills, and I noticed what they were - Viagra. So, that's why he was so hard and ready to fuck me straight away. For a man of 80, even though he never went at a fast pace in any of the positions he fucked me in, I couldn't believe how fit he was. He never came once in the 4 hours he'd been fucking me. I'd come about 3 or 4 times, though, and it was just as I was thinking he never would, he pulled out and shot loads and loads of cum all over me. After laying there resting for a while, I got up and went to clean up in the bathroom, and when I came back, he'd tidied up, putting all the underwear away. As I looked for my own clothes, I couldn't find my own panties, so I turned to him. Before I even said anything, he just smiled at me and then turned his head towards a little glass cabinet in the corner. Inside, on the second shelf, was my underwear and a little card saying "Cleo, a true goddess," and I was that proud and embarrassed, I just couldn't ask for them back. As I was sat in bed that night, I knew this was just the start of my adventures in the block of flats with the people living there too. More Soon THE END.	3
104,160	Passing Time In A Elevator	Hi, my name is Lucy and I'm a cousin of Cleo. I'm 19 years old and have black hair, green eyes, and my stats are 32G-24-34. I'm currently enjoying life without any sort of aim or purpose in a career and will try anything in ways of jobs or training. As I'm still trying to decide what I want to do in life, but I aim to have fun no matter what I end up doing. On the way, I expect to have many adventures and experiences. Since I'd broken up with John, I'd been doing a temp job in a big office block. All it really involved was typing, answering and directing phone calls, plus doing filing both on paper and the computer. Nothing really hard. I was sat outside some manager's office doing this. But there was a bit of a dress code as I found out on the first day. As that day, I just turned up in a skirt and blouse with a comfortable pair of flat shoes. When I went to the toilet, I heard two women talking about what the temp had turned up in, which was me they were talking about. So I looked around to see what the others were wearing. After that day, I'd worn what seemed to be the dress code amongst the women. Today was no different. For lingerie, I wore a pink and black lace and nylon suspender set. The thong was sheer pink nylon with black lace trim around the edges. The bra was the same, as was the wide suspender belt. It looked real classy yet sexy too. My black, thick, slightly shaped pussy hair could be seen quite clearly through it. My nipples a little less so. The stockings I wore with this were also nylon and lace, but were all nylon with a lace rose flower pattern on them all over. Also, they looked real classy but in a sexy way. On top, I wore a white satin blouse and a black skirt suit, which the skirt was knee-length but very tight, showing off all my curves. Lastly, a pair of black leather high heels. While been here, various men had tried chatting me up, but I'd blown all of them off. As what happened to me long ago had been playing on my mind a little. But today seemed to have cleared out my mind now. So today I felt fresher within myself. I had a bounce in my step as I entered the building and headed for the elevator which would take me up to the fifteenth floor, where I was working. That was right at the top of the building, so this is why I took the elevator up. A few people got in with me, but by the fifth floor, only me and three men were left in. I'd seen one of these before, as he'd tried chatting me up not long ago. He was busy doing things on a company tablet, which was hooked up to the internal company network, so he'd most likely be doing work on it. The other two men were standing behind me, and I don't know what they were doing. The elevator was just passed the eighth floor when there was a loud clang, and the elevator stopped. Everyone just looked at each other at first. Then we all seemed to realize that something was seriously wrong. The man with the tablet seemed to be the calmest as he said "I'll ring the alarm" and he moved to the control panel and pressed a red button, which made a bell sound somewhere off distant. The man then said "We'll give them a few minutes before we try again," and I thought as he said this, "What about phoning someone?" So I got my phone, saying this, but found I had no signal. In fact, the others found the same. No one thought about using the man's tablet to email for help. Time passed, and nothing happened. It had been about five minutes when one of the men said "Let's ring the alarm again. They might not have heard it," so went forward to do so. Just as he was about to press, there was a phone ring. We all looked at each other, knowing it couldn't be our phones. So everyone looked around. Next to the man with the tablet, there was a little hatch which he opened, and there was a phone inside. Picking it up, he spoke to the person on the other end. Then he turned to us, saying "They need everyone's names so they can inform their offices that we are stuck in the lift and it will be a couple of hours before they manage to get it going," and so we told him our names and office. Then he hung up the phone. Everyone just remained quiet after this. About five minutes had passed of everyone just looking at each other when one of the men said "Sure is getting hot in here," and he was right. The temperature had gone up quite a bit in the last five minutes. Then the man who'd answered the phone said "The man said it would do as the air conditioning had broken down. All we had in power is the lights," and he then just looked across at me "You look really hot, Miss. I think you need to take that jacket off," and I did feel really hot. I thought I have my blouse on, so I could take my jacket off. That is what I did, placing it in the corner out of the way. All the men did the same too. More time passed, and the men had started to talk to each other and me at times. But this didn't take your mind off the fact it was still getting hotter in here. I now undid some of the buttons on my blouse, not thinking of how much cleavage I was showing off. I too also was sort of flicking open and shut the part of my blouse that was open to try to get some cool air on me. The men just took off their shirts and ties. The man with the tablet looked a little podgy, if you know what I mean. He had a bit of flab on him but not much. The other two were looking very fit with not much body fat and lots of muscles. With time passing, though, it continued to just get hotter and hotter it seemed. I really was hot now. I knew I couldn't take my blouse off, but maybe I could my skirt. As with it being down to my knees and tight-fitting, I was sure this was keeping me hotter. The blouse was long enough to keep me covered to the very top of my thighs. One of the men must have noticed this too, because he said just now "You're looking really hot, honey. I think you need to take something else off," this sort of made up my mind, and I reached down and undid my skirt, then pushed it down, placing it with the other clothes in the corner. It had entered my mind about my lingerie when I decided to take off my skirt and not my blouse. But it hadn't really entered it that this was going to reveal to the men that I had a suspender set on. As you could see the clips attached to my stockings and the straps going up to under my blouse. They were all looking at me now, even when talking to each other. But most of the talk was coming my way now, well, chatting up really from the two fit-looking men, who now came to either side of me as I now leaned back against the wall opposite the guy who was still messing on his tablet. Stood here, you could now see I was starting to sweat with the heat. The two men next to me were the same, and now removed their trousers, leaving them in just a tight pair of y-fronts each. It wasn't these, though, that captured my gaze, but the huge bulges that were sticking out the front of them. While I stood here looking down at these two bulges, the pair of them started to blow on my neck and ears, saying that I looked like I needed help in cooling down. This made me think of how hot I was again, so I undid the buttons on my blouse, letting it flop open as I undid the last one. All my mind was thinking about now was how hot I was. So I never thought of how much of my lingerie was on show or how it was sheer and you could see my nipples and black pussy hair through it. Neither had I noticed that the two men blowing on me lightly were making me hotter or that it was making that feeling start to rise within me. I just leaned back against the wall, closing my eyes and still seeing those two big bulges in the y-fronts. This made my hand subconsciously go to them and start to rub them. These two now also at this point started to kiss my neck and ears now too. Not rejecting or acting against their kisses, also with me unknowingly rubbing their huge bulges, they now both moved their hands onto me too. One was rubbing and stroking my tit through my sheer bra. As the other hand went first onto my thong, rubbing my pussy through it, before then sliding his hand into the top of my thong, sliding it down through my pussy hair and rubbing my wet pussy without my thong in the way. A moan of passion escaped my lips at this attention. But what my hands did to this was reach inside each y-front and pull out two huge cocks, so big my hands couldn't reach round the two monsters that were in them. I stroked them, though, while they continued to rub my tit and pussy, as well as take turns now kissing me. After a few minutes passed of this, I then just lowered myself down into a squatting position and turned my head to the huge cock to my left. Opening my mouth, I first licked the tip of it. Then opening it wider, I took the massive head into my mouth, feeling it stretch my jaw to its limit. I sucked on it for a bit before I withdrew it and then kissed its head before I turned my head and did the same to the other. While I did this, I never even thought or remembered about the other man being here now, so didn't think of the tablet he had in his hand either, that had a camera on it capable of filming or taking still pictures. The two men groped my tits while I continued to suck on the heads of their massive cocks. Soon, though, one of them as I was sucking on his cock grabbed hold of my head, holding it still and tight. He started to push hard with his massive cock, forcing more and more of it into my mouth, then pushing it on into my throat as I gagged as this huge thing completely filled my throat. They were starting to take charge of this adventure.They'd hold my head and force it deeper down my throat. As one did this, the other removed my blouse. So I was left just in my lingerie. Still, I'd not thought of the other man in the elevator with the tablet, which could be filming all this. Choking as one of the massive cocks was pulled out of my throat and mouth, then grabbing hold of my arm, I was pulled up to stand between them. Then one of them pushed me over at the waist, and the other shoved his cock back into my mouth. The moment this had happened, I felt the other grab hold of the back of my thong and lift it. Then, with a slow movement, he started to pull it over my ass, moving it down to the top of my thighs, where he left it. After this, I felt him put his hands on my ass cheeks and pull them apart. Nothing then happened for a few moments. What I didn't know was that the man with the tablet was now behind me too. Moments later, I felt a hot cock's head start to rub up and down my pussy lips. I nearly orgasmed with the massive surge that went through me, but it held off. Even as I felt the massive head of his cock start to push against my pussy lips and open up my pussy, forcing itself into my pussy. He held it there just for a moment before he started to push the rest of his cock into my pussy. Then, slapping my ass cheek hard, he said, "Time you learnt what this fucking pussy is for, girl," and started to fuck me hard and deep. While the other guy undid my bra and let it fall to the floor. My tits freely swung under me as the guy fucked me hard and deep. This drove me to heaven, and I orgasmed hard. These guys were good. In fact, I'd say too good, as if they had done this a lot. They now had me down on the floor on all fours. The one who'd been in my mouth was drilling his cock hard and slow into my pussy, while the other was forcing his cock as deep as it would go down my throat. As he told me to taste my pussy juices and gag on his cock, the other guy would pause in his fucking to reach under me and squeeze and maul my tits before then continuing to fuck me with his massive cock. You could tell I was a very willing participant in this threesome. One of the men was now laid on the floor. I was straddling him, facing his feet, riding and rocking on his huge cock, while also sucking on the other man's cock. The man who was stood in front of me was telling me what a great slut I was. The guy below me who was groaning as I rode on his cock groped my tits and tweaked my nipples as I rocked my hips fast on his cock. When the cock wasn't in my mouth, I screamed out for more in passion. As this is what this was - a pure passion-filled fuck with two men, one I'd not even intended to have or thought about till this point. But like the man with the tablet who was still here, he was not even entering my thoughts as I was lost in my own passion. Time had passed, how much I had no clue of, but it was now as I was laid face down sucking on one of the men's massive cocks that the other decided it was time I took his cock in my ass. Feeling him grab an ass cheek in each hand, I then felt a wet blob hit my asshole. Then I felt a cock's head start to rub that wetness around and then felt it push hard against my asshole, forcing it slowly more and more open, pushing the head of this massive cock into my tight asshole. As I heard him say just this, "Fuck, this is a tight hole to get my cock in," is what he said to the other guy. But he just kept on pushing until he managed to get the head in, then just held it there for a second or two as I screamed out. As soon as my scream had changed from a pain-filled one to one of passion again, the guy started to push his cock fully into my ass. Then withdrew it until the head was nearly out before driving it hard and deep back into my asshole. I could feel the force and power of each thrust of this massive cock into my ass, making it shake and wobble as it bottomed out. His pace was slowly increasing as he fucked down into my ass. I opened my mouth to scream out again, but before I could, the other man pushed my head down, taking his cock into my mouth and started to force my head up and down on it, which stopped the screams but didn't stop the surges that were going through me. These guys were really good at making me feel so good. They just knew what to do to me to make me do just what they wanted. As I was let off the man's cock that was in my mouth, I begged them to fuck me together as I screamed, "Fuck me, fill my holes like the whore I am. Fuck both my holes together. Fuck my ass and pussy, please!" The man who was fucking my ass never even took his cock out of it. He just grabbed me and rolled over onto his back. I positioned myself with my legs either side of him, then placed my hands on his chest to prop myself up, looking down at his friend who was just positioning himself between my legs. My eyes fixed on and never left that massive cock that was heading towards my wet pussy, watching as it split open my pussy lips and entered me. Together and perfectly in rhythm, they started to fuck me. I screamed out as an orgasm ripped through my body again. They just continued, though, to fuck me hard, deep, and fast. As it did, they still showed no signs of coming. By now, though, I didn't care. They were giving me so much pleasure. I hoped that this would go on forever. Orgasm after orgasm went through me. Still, I took no notice of the man with the tablet, even though he was stood right over us with it pointing at us. Also, still, I never even thought this was the first time I'd seen these two men. This was because these men were fucking me so good. Even when they swapped places, they did before I'd even noticed they had. Not only that, they also even changed my position without me really realizing. I was now face down on the guy fucking my pussy, while the guy fucking my ass was knelt in behind me, really fucking it fast and deep. While he did, the other guy was slapping my tits hard before he grabbed them and squeezed them really painfully. All I did was scream out as yet another orgasm ripped through my well-fucked body, until after what seemed forever, they pulled out of me and got me to kneel between them, while they both stroked their cocks, shooting their cum all over my face, tits, neck, and even some hit my legs and pussy hair. As I just knelt there covered in these two men's cum, the phone rang again. One of these men answered it, which sort of made me snap back to reality, seeing the guy with the tablet right in front of me, holding it, while moving it up and down my body. The other man had started to dress. As the other came off the phone and said, "The elevator was fixed and should be moving soon," he quickly started to dress himself. This fired me into action myself, and I pushed the guy out of the way and went to my clothes and dressed. Just as I was pulling up my skirt and fastening it, the elevator started to move. It stopped at the next floor, and the two men got out. Then on to the next, and the other man got out. Finally, it reached my floor, and the doors opened. I stepped out and saw everyone stood there in front of me. As they burst out into a round of applause, my focus hit the TV screens around the office. On them was me, naked, knelt down covered in cum. I just turned and jumped back into the elevator. It was the days that followed did I realize that I'd been set up. The two men were porn stars, and had been hired to fuck the teenager that had shunned every man in the office. THE END More Soon.	3
104,162	A Christmas Return To The Beginning	Hi, my name is Cleo, and as I have found out, I like to have fun, which always leads to trouble. I am 20 years old with brown hair, brown eyes, and my stats are 34DD-22-36. It was the 23rd of December, and I had been invited to a Christmas party at Ken's pub. The invite said to wear something festive, so I had got some new clothes to wear to the party. I took a shower, combed my hair down into a center parting, and did my makeup, finishing off with bright red lipstick. Time for the lingerie - a pair of white stockings with a suspender belt that had a holly and berries design on it; they were white in color with green holly leaves and red berries. For the knickers, I got a pair of my favorite thongs but with a logo on it that was a picture of a Christmas present on it with the words "Merry" above it and "Christmas" below it, also in white. On the back, there was a picture of a smiling Santa. For the rest of the outfit, it was a red with white fur-hemmed flared mini skirt, and the top was also a red-styled bra with fur trim all around the cups that matched the skirt. I got a pair of red leather 5-inch high heels to finish off the look. I looked in the mirror at the full effect, and even if I do say so, I looked stunning, but it was missing something. That's it - I put on a Santa hat, brilliant. Well, time to go. I put on a coat as it was cold out and set off. As I got out of the taxi, I briefly remembered the first time I came here, but that quickly went out of my mind as I looked at the pub, all trimmed out for Christmas in all colored lights. As I approached the door, I saw a sign saying "Private party - guests who have been invited only. Thank you." On entering, I was greeted by the lovely warmth and festive noise. As I looked around, there were about 40 or 50 people in the bar, and not a single other woman could I see anywhere, only men, and they'd all turned to look at who'd entered. I walked towards the end of the bar to where I could see Ken. Slipping up behind him and kissing him hello on the cheek, "I hope that's a woman," he said and turned to look at me. "Hello, gorgeous, glad you could come, but the invite said festive dress. I know it's cold out, but it's Christmas," and as he said it, I undid my coat and let it slide off my shoulders. As soon as my outfit came into view, a loud cheer went up from all around. Ken looked me up and down, "Fucking stunning, gorgeous," he said and gave me a playful pat on the ass. I got a drink and talked to the men with Ken about all sorts of things. As we talked, I kept looking around at the men, and I thought I recognized some of them, but couldn't place them. A few drinks later, I felt a hand on my ass and a voice I knew say, "Happy Christmas, Cleo," and I turned my head to see Bill standing there with a big smile on his face. "Long time no see," he said as I gave him a kiss on the cheek. I didn't notice, but he kept his hand on my ass as we kept on talking to each other in the group, but Ken had, and he sneaked his hand onto the other cheek and smiled to Bill. A little while later, Bill said, "Why don't we have a game of pool?" and I said, "Why not, and because it's Christmas, the loser does a forfeit." "Agreed," he replied, and Ken said, "I'll play the loser as the loser stays on." So Bill flipped a coin to see who would break, and I won and broke, but none went down, so it was Bill's turn. Anyway, as the game went on, there were quite a few people stood around watching us play, or should I say, me. When I bent to take a shot, you'd get a real good look at my tits, or if I stretched for a shot, a glimpse of my suspenders and stocking tops. But what I didn't notice, but the men watching did, is when I bent for a shot with the skirt being a flared mini, that as I did bend for a shot, the front would hang straight down, and you could get a glimpse of my thong at times. Anyway, Bill was now on the black and pottered it, which meant he'd won, and I'd have to do a forfeit. So I looked at Bill, "Right, I want you to kiss a man of my choice," he said with an evil leer. "I pick Ken," so I went over to Ken and gave him a big hard kiss, and as I did, he put his hands on my ass and groped it. When we broke, Ken said, "Right, my turn now," and he set the balls up and tossed the coin. His break, and as we played, and when I took a shot in front of Bill, he'd grope my ass or rub his cock against my ass. When I had trouble with a shot, Bill would help me out, making sure his cock would be pressed hard against my ass, and as he'd show me, have a real good grope of my tits, not just a light brush or stroke, a proper squeeze and feel them in full view of everyone. This was having a real effect on me, and my pussy was starting to get wet. With this happening, I hadn't been taking much notice of the game, and Ken had won, so I looked and asked, "Well, what's the forfeit then?" He smiled wickedly and said, "Hmm, let me think, all these options, what to pick," and leaned over and whispered with Bill. After a few seconds, he said, "I think you play the next game without your skirt." I stood there thinking I couldn't do that, but then I thought, well, it's only my skirt, and I do have some nice lingerie on that will drive them wild. It must have been the fact that I was feeling horny and quite merry with the drink. At that moment, I thought, well, it is Christmas, and I undid the button and let the skirt fall to the floor. As it did, there was a loud cheer and whistles. I just stood blushing when Bill said, "God, I love the lingerie, and is that my present under there?" he said with a cheeky grin. Someone gave me another drink, and Bill said, "Time for the next game, I think, so I'll set things up," and Ken moved to my side, put his hand on my ass, and said, "I'm sorry to say this, but I hope you lose. We now have a plan," patting my ass as he said it with an evil leer. There were comments coming from all angles about my lingerie, like "It's no wonder Santa's smiling with a view like he's got," "Yeah, that's sure is a nice ass," "That sure is a nice present under that wrapping." Bill was ready to start, and he flipped a coin, and I won the toss and opted to go second. As I walked round the table to take my shot, hands would brush my ass and even the more daring ones across my crotch, which was starting to turn me on more. But that was not the thing that was really turning me on - it was when I bent over the table, there would be someone move right up behind me and rub his crotch against my ass. Playing seemed to go on forever with all the attention I was receiving from them, but as it came to a finish, I had only potted 3 balls, and Bill gave a little punch in the air when he potted the black to win. Ken appeared at one side, and Bill at the other. "Right, time to move on with the plan," said Bill. "Yeah, and I think it's time to make some room," and he walked to the bell at the bar and rung it. "Gentlemen, can I have your attention, please? I'm afraid it's drinking up time for all those who don't have a golden invite. Thank you," and a big groan went up. Men started to drink up and leave with glum looks on their faces as they left. As this was going on, I looked at the clock behind the bar - it was 11:15 pm, and I finished my drink, and as soon as I had, someone gave me another. I was getting drunk by now and very horny. When the last one had left, there were 15 men left in the pub, and all had their eyes looking my way. Bill stepped back up to the pool table and said, "Right, Cleo, time for your next forfeit. Would you please join me here?" he said. So I made my way from the bar to the pool table as I did, the men who I passed on the way all had a quick feel of me. I stood at the side of Bill as he said, "Your next forfeit will be to play the next game..." he paused, looking at all the men who were waiting with bated breath at what he was going to say. His eyes turned to me and said, "TOPLESS!" in a loud voice, and a cheer went up from the remaining 15 men. Then they started to sing, "Get your tits out for the lads, get your tits out for the lads." I just stood there as I felt hands on the catch at the back of the red fur-trimmed bra, and then felt it fall down my arms to the floor. As my tits came into view, there was a massive roar went up. Meanwhile, Ken had set up for the next game, saying, "Heads or tails?" as he flipped the coin. I lost the toss, and he broke and pottered a ball from the break. As we played the game, I was the center of attention. The groping I was getting in the last game was light and gentle, but now it was heavy and hard. I walked round the table for a shot as the men would grab a tit or my ass. When it wasn't my shot, I stood next to Bill, and he didn't need an invite from me - his hand went straight into my thong and through my trimmed pussy hair, then 2 fingers would slip into my pussy. I moaned in pleasure when he did this, and the man to my other side put his mouth on my right tit and licked and sucked it. By the time Ken appeared, I had completely forgotten the game, and I don't think he minded, because as soon as he reached me, he just put his cue down and took hold of my thong at the sides and pulled it down, which brought into view Bill's fingers buried in my pussy with my juices dripping all over them. At this point, the comments started to come thick and fast, "Oh shit, look at that juicy pussy," "Yeah, can't wait to fuck it," "This bitch sure is built to fuck," "I wish I got a Santa looking that good come on Christmas Eve," "Fuck that, I hope Santa brings me a bitch like that for Christmas," all the time I was getting groped. Standing there, getting groped with my thong at my knees with a Santa hat on in the middle of a pub must have looked quite a sight. As I looked around, there were men all round, some with their cocks out, stroking them.At this moment, I felt Bill guide my hand to his cock, which he had taken out. I grasped it and started to stroke it. The man at my other side did the same. As this was happening, I felt a cock between the crack of my ass cheeks. Then, two hands held my ass at either side as he started to move up and down. There were comments still coming from all angles, but it was only the ones close to me that I could hear now, like the man who was behind me saying in a whisper to my ear, "Fucking hell, bitch, this is the best ass I've seen, and I can't wait to fuck it," and the one at my side said between sucking and licking my nipples, "I'm sure going to enjoy fucking your brains out, slut." Bill was still giving my pussy a good fingering when he said, "Cleo, you're soaking wet; it's running down my hand now. I think it's time you had some fun." He knew the magic word "fun" would turn me on more and make me do whatever they wanted. "I think it's time to gang bang this dirty slut," said the man on my tit as he moved and scooped me up into his arms and moved to the pool table. He laid me down on my back with my ass on the edge. "Right, slut, it's time you found out what you was given that body for," and as soon as he said it, he thrust straight into my pussy hard. No sooner had he entered me when another jumped on the table and shoved his cock in my mouth and started to fuck it. The next thing was, I could feel cocks being put in my hands, so I started to stroke them. The whole of the men who were left in the pub circled the pool table with their cocks out, waiting their turn. I heard Ken's voice say, "See, I told you guys if you cleared your massive bar tabs, there'd be a special treat in it for you," and another said, "I'm sure glad you did; this is the best Christmas special there must have ever been." At this point, the man in my mouth said, "I'm cumming, bitch, and you better swallow it," and with that, he unloaded his balls into my mouth. As soon as he came, the one in my pussy shot his load up me, saying as he pulled out, "This slut's pussy's sweeter than a 16-year-old virgin's," and judging by the way he treated women, he'd probably had a few or even raped a few. As soon as they moved away, hands grabbed me and repositioned me. I was pulled up as a man laid beneath me, saying, "I told you I was going to fuck that ass now; sit on my cock, bitch," and I was lowered to his cock. He took his hand and scooped some of my pussy juices onto it and smeared it onto his cock. Then, he positioned his cock at my asshole, and the hands lowered me onto it. He pulled me backward so I was laid on my back on top of him with his cock in my ass, and my legs were wide. He moved his hands to my tits and crushed and kneaded them. A man appeared at my head and presented his cock to me to suck, so I opened my mouth, and he pushed in. As soon as he'd done that, I felt someone raise my legs up, and a cock at my pussy entrance then pushed in. This was too much for me to take, and I orgasmed. As soon as I stopped, my hands were put on two more cocks for me to stroke. They started to push and thrust in and out of me, working at me like a piece of meat being tenderized. "This slut sure likes to fuck; I can feel her muscles working my cock," said the one in my pussy. "Well, this ass is milking mine for all it's worth." "This has got to be the best mouth I've ever fucked," said the one pumping my mouth. Soon, they were all depositing their cum in me, and when they'd done, one said, "This slut should charge money; she'd be worth every penny." Hands grabbed me again and pulled me from the table and carried me to the bar and placed me stood, bent forward over a barstool, legs wide. A man laid on the bar with his cock pointing straight up, so I took it in my mouth and started to suck his cock. Another man moved in behind me and placed his cock at my pussy lips, rubbing it up and down. Then, after a few more flicks, he entered me to the hilt and then pulled right out again. In, out, in, out, he kept doing this, and it was driving me wild. On and on, he went. I was in ecstasy and really working the cock in my mouth, which was too much for him, and he blew his load down my throat. When the man moved off the bar, I gripped it tightly, and the man behind me kept on fucking me. He pulled right out and then rammed right in to the hilt again, and as he did, he shot his cum right into my pussy, and I came with a massive orgasm which made me collapse onto the stool. Hands picked me up again, moving me to a new place. As I was moved over to the bench seats, there was a man laid ready with his cock stuck up. I was placed on top of him, face down. His cock entered my pussy. A cock was then pushed into my asshole, and one to my mouth, going straight into my throat, and away they went, fucking me. It continued like this for hours. They fucked my pussy, ass, mouth, and even some of my tits. I was moved into various places around the pub - on chairs, tables, benches, the bar, behind the bar, the pool table, the floor, and I was even fucked over the old-fashioned jukebox. Fucked in various positions - straight fucking, doggy style, cowboy, on top, underneath, sideways, and even upside down. They came in 1's, 2's, 3's, 4's, and 5's, coming all over me on my tits, ass, stomach, in my mouth, pussy, ass, face, and I even had cum in my hair. Then, as someone left me, I felt hands grabbing me again, and a voice whispering to me that I knew was Bill's, "Don't worry, little fuck bunny, I'm going to take you somewhere quiet for a bit of company while Ken clears the pub," and he took me to the women's toilet to clean up. When I came out, the pub was empty, all except for Bill and Ken, and as I looked around, I saw my skirt by the bar, my bra was thrown over the jukebox, the Santa hat was by the dart board, and my thong was smack bang in the middle of the pool table. Bill and Ken looked at me, stood there in just a suspender belt, stockings, and a pair of high heels. Then Ken said, "Are you tired, my beauty queen?" and I nodded my head. "Too tired to go home?" he said. "Yes," I replied. "Okay, then, let's get you to bed then," and Bill scooped me up and carried me upstairs to bed. Before I even got there, I must have fallen asleep in Bill's arms as Ken led the way. When I woke up, I could feel a body on either side of me. I moved position from my side onto my back, and as I did this, I looked to each side to see Ken on one side and Bill on the other. This movement alerted them to me as they both turned towards me. As they did, Bill's hand went to my trimmed pussy hair and started to stroke it, while Ken's went to my tit and squeezed it, then rubbed my nipple between his finger and thumb. "Good morning, gorgeous, sleep well?" asked Ken. "Like a log," I answered. "Still feeling horny?" asked Bill, and slipped a finger in my pussy before I could answer. "Oh, yes, I feel you are, as your pussy is still wet," and I closed my eyes again. They started to really grope me, and I moaned in delight as one worked my tits, the other my pussy. Ken kissed me on the lips, then down towards my tits, stopping there, kissing and sucking them. As he did that, Bill started to move down the bed, taking the covers off us as he went until he reached my pussy and buried his head in my crotch. I felt the lust building in me. I reached out and took their cocks in my hands and started to stroke them as they worked on me. Soon, they rolled me onto my side, facing Bill. Ken took hold of my leg and raised it up towards the ceiling. Then, I felt Bill's cock entering my pussy, and then Ken's cock entering my ass, and I moaned in pleasure. They moved in and out slowly, in perfect rhythm together. They pulled out together and pushed in together, slowly at first, then building pace faster and faster. Ken, all the time, was groping my tits, and Bill was kissing me. I felt like I was in heaven as they fucked me together for what must have been at least thirty minutes. Then, I could feel their cocks twitching as their cum built up, ready to shoot. At the exact same time, they shot into me, giving me a long, nice orgasm. After they got up, I just laid there, relaxing and dozing. When it had all gone quiet, I got up and went to the bathroom. After I had cleaned up, I made my way down to the bar to get my clothes. As I entered, Bill and Ken watched me, talking to each other all the time. First, I got my skirt, then my bra, and then I walked to the pool table to get my thong. Looking at it, I noticed a piece of paper under it. I picked it up, and there was a pile of money under it. Looking at the paper, it was a note. Reading the note, it said, "We had a collection for the super slut who gave us the best Christmas present ever. Thanks, the fuckers." Standing there, looking at the note, I thought, "Well, I did enjoy it, but was I a whore for doing it? No, it was just good fun." When I dressed, I got a taxi home and counted the money; there was 800 pounds, and on top of that, I had a great night. More soon. THE END.	4
104,171	Junkyard Dog	Hi, my name is Lucy and I'm a cousin of Cleo. I'm 18 years old and have black hair, green eyes, and my stats are 32G-24-34. I'm currently enjoying life without any sort of aim or purpose in a career and will try anything in ways of jobs or training. As I'm still trying to decide what I want to do in life, but aim to have fun no matter what I end up doing. On the way, I expect to have many adventures and experiences. My little motorcycle scooter had broken down again. I'd spoken to a repairman, and he told me how much it would cost, which I couldn't afford at the moment. But I really needed my scooter. He kindly wrote down the parts that I needed and told me it was hard to do. I'd find videos on how to do it on YouTube. Finally, he told me the cheapest parts I could get were from a junkyard or scrapyard, as both would no doubt have scooters in them. First thing I did was ringing round some scrapyards, as I thought there was more chance of them having one. Because they dealt in motor vehicles mainly. No luck though. So I started on the junkyards. The first couple had scooters, but none had mine or one with parts that I wanted. I was halfway through the list when I rang this place that claimed to be the biggest in town. The man on the phone really couldn't say if he had one or not, but told me if I went down there, I'd most likely find what I want, as I could take a look round the yard myself. I told him I'd think about it, really not wanting to waste my time. So I continued through the list, but all came up empty. So there was only the one option left, to go to that big junkyard. Knowing that I might get a little dirty, I put on a soft pair of light blue cotton full, high leg knickers, which had a picture of Hello Kitty on them. With these, I put on a soft light blue cotton bra. Then on top, I wore a loose fitting, in fact quite baggy green vest top, that was low cut and big cut under the arms, which you could see part of my bra because of it. Then lastly, I put on a pair of blue and green tight square patterned leggings and training shoes to finish off. Putting my hair into pigtails and a very light bit of makeup with bright pink lipstick, I picked up my purse and set off for the junkyard. On arriving at the junkyard, the first thing I noticed was the sign. I'd not really taken much notice of the name when I was ringing round. "Jones and Sons World of Junk," it read. I thought to myself, "Well, at least it's a family-run business, so they should be trustworthy." Entering the open gate, I found an office building to the side, which had no one in as I knocked on the door and looked inside to an empty room full of old furniture. Calling out just in case someone was hidden somewhere, but no one answered or appeared. Then I spotted another door and went through it, thinking this was another room and someone would be in here. I found out this was just the toilet and wash area. It even had a shower and bath in it. Leaving the office building, I thought I'd go into the actual junkyard and see if I could find someone. Even might just by chance find a scooter I'm looking for. Now I don't know much about junkyards or been to many, but looking at the size of the place I was looking at, the boast of being the biggest could be right. This place was huge and filled so much with stuff that many items had items stacked on top of them. I laughed to myself as a thought entered my head. This place was a health and safety inspector's nightmare, as looking around everywhere, there seemed to be a potential accident waiting to happen. Into it I went, though, with my two objectives on my mind. When I'd set off, my intention was to try and keep track of where I had come from, so I could find my way back out if I needed to. But this was soon taken over by my plain curiosity of things I saw. Some of the things in here I didn't have a clue what they did or even when they were made, as some looked very old. Even a few must have been around, if not more than a hundred years old, I thought. It could just be me being a naive eighteen-year-old though. Then I started to also see things that I had when I was just a kid or toddler and started to have fond memories, which was nice. They started to make me feel good in myself. It was now that I saw my first person. Greeting them, I asked if they were the owner. He smiled at me and said, "No, sorry, sweetheart. Just a customer. The owner is up that way," pointing off up some pathway in all the junk. Thanking him, I set up the way he pointed. Walking up here, it had led me to a puzzle. The pathway split into three. Which one should I take? The man never said. So I was going to have to guess. I heard a noise just now up the right-hand path. Thinking that this must be the right one, as the owner was sure to be the one making the noise. But I soon found out that I was wrong. Firstly, this path led into a dead end. But it was here I saw a back wheel of what I knew was a scooter. So I went in to investigate. I had to bend over and crawl into a tight space. The whole of my top half was in the space, and my ass and legs stuck out the back. While like this, I heard a voice behind me, "Very nice," was all it said. It took me quite a few seconds from hearing the voice to finally getting out the space and turning round. My eyes rested on quite a young man in his mid-twenties, I'd say. He spoke first, "Are you looking for something, baby?" and he smiled at me. I was totally confused, really. As first, I thought about the comment. Was he on about my ass? But also in my head was the question, "Is this the owner?" Surely he's too young. But from the way he was dressed and what he'd asked, he could be. So was the "sons" part of the sign his children who'd not grown up yet but would come in the company when they were old enough? Then too, there was the thought that his voice did sound different to the one I spoke to on the phone. Then again, I had spoken to lots, and maybe was getting it mixed up. After the confusion, I heard myself saying, "Are you the owner?" He smiled and said, "Do I look like the owner, baby?" All I could think was "No," and he said, "You're right. The owner's up that way, sexy girl," pointing up another pathway. I didn't even say thanks as I set off up the pathway he showed me. On the way up here, I heard another noise in front of me. But on arriving to where I thought it came from, there was nothing. I did find another scooter up here, though. It was while I was bending over it that I heard another voice say, "That's a nice pair," and raising my head, I was looking at the same man. No, it couldn't be the same man. I left him down the path, and this one was in front of me. But everything looked like the same man, smiling at me still bent over. Well, not so much me as my tits that he no doubt had a really good view of in this position. He asked, "Can I help you, big girl?" Again, I was confused for all the same reasons, but also added, "Was this really the same man?" He was acting as if he'd never seen me before. Finally, I heard myself asking that same question, "Are you the owner?" He too laughed and replied, "Do I look like the owner, sexy bunny?" and then pointed down yet another pathway, "You'll find him down there," and I set off without a thanks again. Maybe I'd not made such a good decision this time either. Up here, it was dark and cramped. It too was scaring me, especially when I heard the growl. It didn't sound human. A thought went through my mind just at this point, "Why didn't I ask the man to show me where the owner was?" But I had, and right now, in the dark, out barking and growling at me was a big black dog. I think they are called a Rottweiler. It lunged at me, growling and barking. In a panic, I jumped backward onto an old piece of furniture, so I was up out of this dog's way. As I did, though, I dropped my purse, which the dog picked up and ran off with. Now scared and shaking, it took me a little while to climb down and start up the pathway again very slowly. At any slightest sound, I would jump. Turning a corner, there was a loud bang, which made me not only jump and shake, but also made me let out a scream. The moment it did, a man appeared, in his late forties, early fifties. Looking at me shaking and close to tears, he said, "It's alright, sweetheart. There's nothing to be afraid of," but this didn't stop the tears start to come rolling down my face, and me crying uncontrollably now. Quickly, he came over to me and put his arm around me, "Now, now, sweetheart. Please don't cry. What has made you so upset?" His voice sounded so nice, so I did nothing, even though I think it was accidental anyway that his hand was resting lightly on my tit. Fighting against the tears and in a stuttering stammer, I answered, "A big dog scared and attacked me. Then stole my purse when I climbed up to get away from it as I dropped my purse to the floor doing this," and he let out a little amused laugh, saying, "Oh, that's Bruno. His bark really is worse than his bite, as they say. He likes to scare sweet young things like you. But he really wouldn't hurt you. If he was vicious, I'd chain him up," and he pulled me in closer to him. Then said to me, "So there is nothing to be scared of, sweetheart," he even gave me a light kiss on the head, as if he was comforting his own daughter. Relaxing a fair bit, my mind went back to what he had said about "I'd chain him up," so I asked, "Are you the owner of this Junkyard?" "Yes, I am, sweetheart. I'm Mr. Jones in the Jones and Sons," with this, again, he kissed the top of my head, as if just to make sure I was calming down. I just said then, "I spoke to you earlier on the phone about scooter parts." "I remember, yes.""What type did you say it was?" he replied. I told him, and he went quiet for a moment, then said, "I don't think I have that one, but we can go to the office and check," so off we headed to the office. I'd forgotten all about my purse at the moment. Once at the office, he said to me, "I'll check the files," and he did just that through a big old book. Then he turned, saying, "Sorry, I don't have anything like that at the moment. But I do have a friend that is in that line of work and should be able to help. But first, I'll radio the boys to get your purse back off Bruno," then he paused and added, "You look a right state, sweetheart. If I'm not been pushy, you could do with a shower and your clothes cleaning." And this made me look down at myself. I don't know when or how, but I'd got mud, dust, and even some oil on both my vest and leggings. It was now that Mr. Jones produced a mirror, and I saw my face was the same. Then he said to me, "You could use the shower in the back, and I'll clean your clothes as you do. But you'll have to get undressed and dressed in here as there isn't much room in there at the moment." The offer was very kind, and I was a right state. Plus, this man's voice was very nice and calming, that I was seriously thinking of taking up his offer. He then added too, "It will take a while for me to get in touch with my friend and longer still for him to bring the parts you want if he has them," so if I didn't shower, what would I do to kill time. Just now, he started to talk on his phone. He must have dialed his friend while I wasn't paying attention. It sounded like he was leaving a message. Then, coming off the phone, he said to me, "I've left him a message, and he'll reply to me soon. I've told him what it's about and to phone me back to bring the parts as soon as possible. So all we can do is wait. So how about the shower?" he said, picking up a towel and holding it out to me. I found myself saying, "Okay, thanks, I will. It's very kind of you. Where shall I undress?" He pointed, answering, "Just behind that wardrobe there would be private." So that is where I went. All was quiet for a few moments as I paused, looking around to make sure I was okay here. Then I took hold of my vest and raised it up and off me. It was then I heard a sound in the quiet. It sounded like mumbling and heavy breathing. I kicked off my trainers, though, still. Then, a little louder, I'm sure I heard, "That's it, sweetheart. Now the leggings," which is what I was just starting to peel down. Then I'm sure I heard, "Look at the fucking body on this girl. I'd love to fuck the shit out of her and smash her back doors in," with that, there was more heavy breathing and a slight slapping sound. I didn't know what to make of it. Was Mr. Jones a peeping tom and watching me? Looking around me, I couldn't see him or any way you could see me. So, I continued to take my bra off. I did it a little sexy, though. As if I was doing a strip at Carlton's club. First lowering one strap, then the other, so my tits were nearly spilling out. Before I reached round and undid the hooks on the back, letting it slowly slide my arms. Hearing as I did, "Wow, what a pair of beautiful tits. They should be on my calendar so I could wank over them every day," and I thought I'm going to find out if Mr. Jones was watching me. So, I pretended I was putting my bra someplace different, as this was clean. Dropping it, I went round the wardrobe and found the doors were open. So, I walked further on. As I looked inside, I found Mr. Jones with his trousers and undies round his ankles, his average-sized but nice-looking cock in his hand, stroking it and saying as he did, "Come back, sweetheart. Let me see that pussy under that kitty cat you have on your knickers," and this is all I was wearing as I said to him, "What do you think you are doing, spying on me like a sad peeping tom?" This made him freeze for a second or two, then turn and look at where I was stood in just my knickers, with my hands on my hips in an angry gesture, I think was what I was after, not remembering that I was completely topless. After another few moments, he just started to stroke his cock again, saying to me as he did, "You are such a gorgeous young girl. I just can't help it." This is when that feeling inside of me took over in my shocked state with defenses down, "Well, why don't you let me help you with that?" and before I knew it, I was squatting down in front of him, taking his cock into my mouth. Gently, I took the tip of his cock into my mouth, giving it a little kiss. Then, I took it out and licked from base to tip. Before I took it fully into my mouth and started to bob my head on it. I heard him say as I was working on his cock, "I see someone's taught you how to suck cock, sweetheart," and then put his hands on the back of my head. Then, holding my head still, he started to fuck my mouth with his cock. He said to me as he did, "Oh, fuck, sweetheart. If your pussy is as good as this mouth, then I'm fucking it twice," and drove his cock that deep into my mouth, I started to gag as it was now fucking my throat. Finally, he let go of my head and pulled his cock out of my throat and mouth. I stayed there for a moment with my hand on his legs, bracing myself as I gasped for air and coughed. Then, I felt him pull on my arm, indicating he wanted me to stand. The moment I did, he pulled me over to an old chaise longue and laid me down on it on my back. Then, he took hold of my knickers on either side, and he pulled them down, and I thought off. But would find out soon. Not quite. Then, he took hold of one of my legs and pulled it so from my hips down, I was turned sideways, but the top half remained on my back. Then, he pushed my leg up to give him the access he wanted. Then, with a mighty thrust, he rammed his cock deep into my wet pussy. Without any mercy, he pounded into me. I could feel my ass shaking violently with his rhythm and force that he was fucking me with. I couldn't help but scream out in passion, though, at his rough fucking of me. Also, I could feel my tits being mauled by him as they shook too from his merciless fucking. On and on, he went like this. All of a sudden, though, he stopped. Withdrew his cock from my pussy, grabbed my legs roughly, throwing them up onto his shoulders, and then drove his cock back into my pussy and started to fuck me again. It was now that I saw he hadn't quite taken my knickers off fully because, as I looked up at his face, smiling down at me as he pounded his cock into me, I focused on Hello Kitty on my knickers swinging backwards and forwards, dangling from my foot as he fucked me. I couldn't take my eyes off it. Things started to run through my mind at this point. Why had I suddenly become like this, so weak towards men and willingly giving myself to them? What was that feeling inside of me wanting this? I never used to be like this. Was it really so bad that I enjoyed doing this so much? Is there really something wrong with giving yourself to even a group of men? Why, though, too, had it just started now? I mean, for the first couple of years of my sex life, I'd only let two men fuck me, not only that, but only a few times. Now, it seems in less than a year, I'd gone from that to needing at least one cock weekly or even every few days, if not more. Still, while I thought all this, Mr. Jones, who'd I'd met less than half an hour ago, was hammering the hell out of my pussy with his cock, while my own focus was still on my Hello Kitty knickers swinging from my foot. Mr. Jones pulled his cock out of my pussy again. This time, you heard me groan in disappointment, as I was getting close to an orgasm. But it was only to reposition me onto my stomach. Before I felt him pull my ass cheeks apart and ram his cock, dripping with my pussy juices, deep into my asshole without warning. As he started to fuck me hard and deep like this, I felt my orgasm start and surge through my body powerfully. I screamed out in passion as it hit me. When I came out of my orgasm, I realised Mr. Jones had his hand on the back of my head, pushing down into the chaise longue, holding me in position as he pounded and hammered into my ass from above. The last position he had me in before he came was bent over the raised end bit of the chaise longue. I dropped my head down as he fucked me hard and fast from behind. I looked at my tits swinging to his rhythm under me, seeing him every so often reach under me and grope them while he still hammered into my ass. I could also see the side of my hips and ass cheeks wobbling to his slamming cock in my ass, loving every moment of it, to the point I orgasmed again. Finally, at last, though, Mr. Jones was ready to come. After what seemed like hours of fucking me, he spun me over to be sat on the chaise longue, then shot his cum all over my tits. Loads of cum splashed onto me until finally, his cock was twitching, but his balls had no more cum to offer. Mr. Jones then sat slumped on the chaise longue, resting against the raised end next to me. I turned and looked at his smiling face, then down at his limp cock in his lap, seeing a little bit of cum seeping out the end. Without any thought of it, just reacting on the instinct of the feeling controlling me, I climbed onto all fours on the chaise longue, bent my head down, and stuck my ass up. I took hold of his limp cock and took it back into my mouth to clean it, as I licked it and really worked the tip of my tongue into the slit of his cock to get every last drop of his cum. I heard a voice say, "Woah, shit, dad. You've got a sexy ass-naked girl licking your cock," and I heard Mr. Jones say, "That's because I've just fucked the easy slut in her mouth, pussy, and ass," and he slapped my ass that was still stuck up in the air. Within about one second of him slapping my ass, then I felt a cock being pushed into my pussy.The voice of his son said once his cock was in my pussy, "Oh fuck, this is one hell of a tight, hot, pussy, dad," and Mr. Jones replied, "Her ass and mouth are as good too," before he moved away from me as his son started to fuck me now. This man I'd met for even less time than his father. Yet I was openly letting him fuck me too without so much as a word of protest. As this man started to build up his own rhythm, I'm sure I heard a phone ring, but didn't get time or even tried to pay attention as to what was said. The man fucking me saw to that as he slapped my ass hard while continuing to fuck me. I did hear him saying to me, "Fuck, your ass is just fucking perfect, baby. I'd love to fuck it every day," and with that said, he pulled his cock out of my pussy and thrust it to the base of his cock in my asshole. Then he started to build his rhythm back up to how he was fucking my pussy before. Now, though, I was fucking him as much as he was fucking me. Because when he stopped fucking me, I was rocking backwards and forwards on his cock, fucking myself with his cock. As he repositioned me so that he sat on the chaise lounge, I was straddling him facing him, with his cock still in my ass and me riding him with lots of energy. While I did, he reached up and played with my tits, jiggling and shaking them, slapping them also. Then he leaned forward and kissed, sucked and pulled on my tits and nipples. This brought yet another orgasm to me. I never stopped riding him throughout it, though. After which, we took turns in fucking each other until finally, he came, filling my ass with his cum. I flopped off him and sat resting against the raised bit of the chaise lounge with my legs spread open, showing my pink and red, freshly fucked pussy. He stood, leaned over, kissed me passionately and whispered, "Fuck, you are such a sexy baby," and left. Mr. Jones reappeared just now and stood next to me. But before he could say a word, another voice was heard. I'm sure it was the same son that said, "I've managed to get the big tits purse off Bruno, dad," and I'm sure it was the same man who'd just fucked me who appeared. He very briefly paused as he looked directly at me, sat here naked with my legs spread wide, showing him my pussy. Without taking his eyes off me, he said, "Shit, dad, you've got big tits naked." "Of course, son. How else was I going to fuck her?" By the time he'd finished saying this, his son was next to him, handing him the purse, and then sat next to me. As he sat next to me, I'm certain it was the same son who'd just left, but he was acting as if he didn't know me or just fucked me. This man wasn't hanging about, though. Grabbing hold of one of my tits in both hands, he squeezed it hard, which made my already erect nipple poke out further. Then, very lightly at first, he kissed and licked my nipple, but then he sucked on it and bit it. All I did was first let out a moan of passion and then a squeal of shock and pain before it too turned to a moan of passion. This guy loved to play with my tits, I guessed. As soon, he was jiggling and shaking them, also squeezing and crushing them. He licked, kissed, sucked and bit them, while also lifting them and slapping them. All the time he played with my tits, I was now rubbing my pussy. It wasn't long after this that he had his cock between my tits. I'm sure it was bigger and thicker than before, but it was only between my tits. He held my tits around his cock and as he fucked them, I dipped my head down, taking the tip of his cock into my mouth as he fucked upwards. While still playing with my pussy, he fucked my tits for a while, saying as he did, "Wow, these are the best tits I've ever seen. So big, round, perky and they suit your body perfectly. They are that good, you should be in the newspaper or magazines, babe," and he went on fucking them. Finally, he dropped down between my open legs and moved my hands from my pussy, then rammed his cock into me right up to its base. Then he started fucking hard and deep. While he did, he went back to playing with my tits, groping them and pinching my nipples. It was now that I knew that this wasn't the same man. His cock was bigger all round, but he looked identical everywhere else. They must have been identical twins, something I was just about to find out as he was filling my pussy with his cum. Mr. Jones said to him, "You always was minutes after your twin," as this man kissed me deeply as his limp cock slipped out of my cum-filled pussy. Mr. Jones told me to go get showered now, handing me a towel. As I stood to go, I spotted my Hello Kitty knickers on the floor and picked them up, taking them with me through the door into the room with the shower. I don't know why, as they were the only thing of my clothes I took. Even after I'd showered and dried, I put them on and came walking out wearing just them and a contented smile. It was just now too that I saw a fourth man stood with Mr. Jones, a thin man with a lot of bushy hair and beard. He too was dressed quite dirtily. He turned and looked at me walking along wearing nothing but my knickers, with my tits bouncing. After a few seconds of him standing there with his mouth open, Mr. Jones said to him, "That is your customer there for the parts. You'll have to come to some arrangement with her," and smiled at me before saying, "This is Mac. He's got the parts you want, but he only had new ones, so you'll have to come to some arrangement with him over the price," without even thinking about the way I was dressed or the fact all he kept doing was looking me up and down. I asked him, "How much are the parts? I can only afford second-hand prices, so we'll have to come to some other arrangement on how I can give you the rest," and I moved to right in front of him. Before I had time to react or say anything else, he planted a deep kiss on my lips, which I actually responded to. As he did, one of his hands went onto my tit and started to grope it, while his other hand went onto my ass and squeezed a cheek hard. After it came round the front, it slipped into the top of my knickers and down to my pussy and started to rub it. "Your pussy is wet, baby girl. Would you like my cock to fuck it for the rest of the payment?" and before I'd even thought, I heard myself saying, "Fuck me however you want for the rest of the payment," and this is what he was going to do. The difference wasn't that much, either, really. Still kissing me, I felt a finger go into my pussy. As it did, my own hand started to rub his groin. That feeling inside of me was still fully in control of me, it seemed. When he broke his kiss, he stood back from me and ordered me to remove my knickers. As he'd already started to undo his jeans and push them down with his underwear, I slowly hooked my hands into the sides of my knickers, ever so slowly pushing them down, then to slowly reveal my wet pussy to him. As I now was looking at his very thin but long cock, a bit like him really, as it had lots of thick brown hair around it. Taking hold of me, he moved me over to a table and laid me on it on my back with my head dangling off the end. He then positioned himself in front of my head and put his cock's head to my lips. I instinctively opened my mouth, and he pushed his cock in. He didn't stop there, though, as he continued to push it forward so it opened up my throat, and he pushed it right on down my throat. Then, once fully entered, he started to fuck my mouth and throat. While he did, he leaned forward a bit and started to grope my tits and pull on my erect nipples. I heard him say as he did, "Fuck, you are one dumb slut, baby girl," as he fully rammed his cock into my throat, making me choke. Repositioning me, he was now going to fuck my pussy. Still on my back, he came round to between my legs as I now gasped for air after he'd pulled his cock from my throat. He took hold of my legs and pulled me roughly down the table so my ass was on the edge. Then, again with a mighty ram forward, he drove his cock back into me, this time through into my pussy, and started to fuck it with long, deep, slow, powerful thrusts. I heard him say as he did, "It's been a while since I fucked some eighteen-year-old pussy, and especially on such a perfect dumb slag like you," as he drove that cock in and out of my pussy. Leaning forward, he put his hands around my neck as he rammed his cock in even deeper and harder, if that was possible. After a while, Mac flipped me over onto my stomach so I was bent over the edge of the table, my top half flat on it and my legs dangling down so my feet were on the floor. I felt him pull my ass cheeks apart, and then I heard and felt him spit on my asshole. Next, he positioned his cock's head at my asshole and with one almighty thrust, opened it up and entered my ass. Without a moment's pause, he started to fuck my ass as I screamed out in passion, making him know I was enjoying it, to the point I soon orgasmed as he played with my pussy and clit while still pounding my ass. On and on, Mac went, fucking my ass. To a point that he was fucking me so hard, fast and deep, he was having to hold my hips to pin me to the table or I'd slip off it as he pulled out of my ass before pumping his cock back into it. Finally, though, Mac came, filling my ass with his cum. Then he pulled his cock out with a popping sound, as my ass had been gripping it that tightly. Pulling me up, he then turned me and said, "I think that will just about cover the rest of the payment, baby girl," and leaned forward and kissed me again. Then, pulling away and doing up his jeans, he said, "If you ever need parts, come to me. I'm sure I can think of a way of giving you a discount," then added, "Hell, if I could just keep you, I'd teach you how to dress, showing that dynamite body off, and how to really fuck me and my boys," with a final slap of my ass and grope of my tits. He took the money off Mr. Jones that he held out and left. Mr. Jones told me to dress, and while I picked up my knickers, asked me, "How did you get here, sweetheart?" "By bus," I replied.He made a sound and then said, "Did you have any more money on you? As Mac has cleaned your purse out." Then he thought about what he'd just said, "Oh, I think I know the answer to that. As we've seen, you have nothing else. We've examined all the orifices," he said, laughing. "Well, you are never going to be able to carry these parts far. So I'll give you a lift in the van," he said, handing me my leggings. Putting these on, I then started to look for my bra. It was gone, and Mr. Jones said, "Mac likes to keep a trophy of his girls," so I realized that he took my bra. With that gone, I picked up my vest and put it on. My breasts jiggled and bounced around in it as if they were naked. Which they really were. Plus, I think seeing myself in an old, broken mirror, you saw most of them from the side as I raised my arms. Climbing into his van was easy. Putting the seatbelt on and making sure my breasts stayed covered was hard, as one or the other kept coming out the side of my vest. It was even harder when we set off, with the bouncing and cornering. All this was keeping my attention at first. So it was a bit into our journey that I realized we were heading in the direction of my home. While, for about the fifteenth time, I was putting one of my breasts back into the vest, I asked Mr. Jones, "Where are we going? My home isn't this way." A smile came across his face, and he replied, "I just wanted to take you to a special place I know. You'll love it," then he turned another corner, and my breast fell out again. Soon, we were pulling up in the middle of an area full of factories. Mr. Jones told me to get out of the van. I did as I was told, and he got out, came around, put his hand on my ass, and started to guide me off through some old-looking factories. Coming out from this, we hit a concrete area. Still walking along, we came to a group of trees. It was as we came out of these that I found out where we were going, as Mr. Jones was now groping my ass heavily. I saw the other side of these trees - a little grassy area and the canal. At this point, I heard myself gasp. Mr. Jones just said to me, "I knew you'd like it." It was a little piece of heaven. How could this be right here in the heart of the city, but seemed like miles away? We sat on the grass for a bit, right by the canal. Mr. Jones leaned over to me and started to kiss and grope me. This went on for a few minutes, kissing me passionately while squeezing and groping my breasts. Also rubbing my pussy through my leggings. It was all getting very hot and heavy. It was as if he was getting me into the mood to get me to do what he asked next, "Sweetheart, why don't we go for a swim in the canal?" The canal used to be a real mess, but over the last few years, they'd been cleaning it out and doing it up section by section. Here, it was already done, so it looked quite clean and nice. "I don't have a costume," was my dumb reply. Because even if I had one, Mr. Jones would have left it on me long, I think. Smiling, he said, "We could always just leave our underwear on," and I thought, "Yes, that would be okay." Standing and starting to push my leggings down, Mr. Jones realized that this was his answer. So, he stood himself and started to strip to his underwear. I'd forgotten already that I had no bra on until I took off my vest. Mr. Jones noticed my pause and realized I might back out of this, so he quickly said, "I'm going topless too," and all I did was laugh. It did have the desired effect, though, as I forgot and, instead, with just my Hello Kitty knickers on, eased myself into the water. Which was cold but not so cold that you'd get out. I pushed off from the bank as Mr. Jones got in, and soon, I was with him in the middle of the canal. After a little swim around, he came in close to me and kissed me. Then, he started to playfully splash me. To which I retaliated. It was now that a narrow boat came down the canal with some old man on it. He saw us messing around and shouted, "Get out of the canal, you foolish people, or you'll get killed," and, passing just as Mr. Jones lifted me up out of the water and threw me back in, the old man got to see that I was completely topless. "Put some clothes on, you slag. Kids come and play round here," he shouted also as the narrow boat went further down. It actually wasn't long until we did get out. Getting to the edge, Mr. Jones just grabbed the side and, with half a jump and half a push up, he got out easily. I tried the same but could hardly grab the side. So, I tried some other ways to get out, all of which I failed with. In the end, Mr. Jones offered me his hand. I took hold of it, and effortlessly, with one arm, he pulled me up and out of the water. Then, he took me into his arms and kissed me. As he did, his hands went down my body onto my ass and squeezed each ass cheek in a hand while kissing me. I just gave myself to him willingly, letting him kiss and grope me right here in the open as I stood in just my wet knickers, which needed to dry out. Stepping back and breaking the kiss, I hooked my hands into my wet knickers and slowly, with a struggle, pushed them down as they clung to me. Until finally, once at my feet, I stepped out of them. Bending right over, I picked them up, showing Mr. Jones my ass and pussy as I did. Then, straightening back up, I swayed my ass as I took them over to a tree and hung them from a branch to dry in the slight breeze. Then, turning to go back to Mr. Jones, I found him stood right behind me, and he took me back into his arms to resume the kiss. This time, though, his hands groped my breasts before going between my legs and rubbing my pussy. As my own hand went to pull out his cock and started to stroke it. This went on for a bit, him groping my breasts and rubbing my pussy, while I continued to stroke his hard cock, as we both still kissed. Turning me around, he pushed me onto my back, which indicated to me to lean forward and place my hands on the tree my knickers were hanging in. Then, once I had, I felt him position his cock's head on my pussy lips before pushing his cock into my pussy. Then, with a good pace, he started to fuck me. I immediately started to moan out in passion, not even bothered if someone heard, as the city was not far away, and at any moment, someone could come this way. Even though it wasn't a busy area, people would still come here to walk their dogs or just to relax. In a way, that is what we were doing - relaxing into passion. Whilst Mr. Jones was pounding away at my pussy from behind, all I could do was look at my knickers hanging in the tree. My mind was just thinking back to when this feeling I get inside of me first rose up, and also how much I enjoyed being used like this. The question even came back again - how did men mainly know that I would willingly do these things if they played me right? All I could do, though, was stare at my knickers while moaning out in passion, as Mr. Jones' cock sent more enjoyment through my body with each thrust into me. Leaning into me as he pumped in and out of my pussy with his cock, Mr. Jones reached around and groped my breasts while he fucked me. Also whispering in my ear, "I can't believe just how much you like having a cock in you," continuing to pump in and out of my pussy. Then, slowly, he pulled out his cock, positioning me on all fours on the ground. He squatted over me and pushed his cock into my ass hole, then started to fuck that like he had been my pussy. While again reaching around me and groping my breasts as he fucked my ass. Mr. Jones laid me on my back and spread my legs wide before ramming his cock back into my pussy. As he fucked me with long, very slow thrusts, I looked up at him and saw him looking back down at me with a big smile on his face. While looking deep into his eyes, I heard him say, "You sure are one perfect girl. Gorgeous looks, big breasts, round ass, tight pussy, and stunning body." Then, he started to increase his rhythm. While fucking me, he reached down and raised my head so I could watch my breasts wobbling and rolling around to his cock driving into my body. I could also see his cock pumping in and out of my pussy, shining in the light with my pussy juices all over it, especially as I orgasmed again. Just as I did, he pulled out his cock, which started to spurt and spray cum all over my breasts, stomach, and pussy. After which, he just collapsed down on top of me. After laying there like this for a bit, Mr. Jones finally rolled off me to my side. Turning my head, he then kissed me deeply. When finally, he broke the kiss, he said to me, "What's your name, sweetheart?" It struck me just then that, after he'd fucked me twice and his two sons had fucked me, plus Mac, his friend, never once had they asked or I told them my name. I heard my voice saying to him, though, "Lucy." "You are incredible, Lucy. If you ever need a job, call me," and he went into his pocket and pulled out a business card. Then, he stood up and dressed. While I still laid there, looking up at my now dry Hello Kitty knickers. Some time had passed when I heard him say to me, "Get dressed, Lucy, and I'll take you home," and I started to raise myself up. Just as I stood, it was when I felt, for the first time, just how tired I was from all the day's activities. It was just now, too, that another person passed as I stretched to try and get my aching body moving. So, the man and the woman on it saw me stood there completely naked. As I grabbed my knickers, Mr. Jones playfully slapped my ass, "Fuck me, that is sure built for suspension," he said as he did. Pulling up my knickers, I did a little hop for the last bit, making my breasts bounce. "Those babies are superb," was all he said as he watched me, which he continued to do all the time I dressed. Once finished, we headed back to his van. On the way, he gently stroked my ass cheeks. Then, once at the van, before getting in, he kissed me long, hard, and deep again. Before we climbed in and set off for my home. Pulling up just short of it, as I told him not to do so right in front, as all I'd get is questions from my family. He kissed me again and said, "Call me for anything, Lucy.""I'll give you a special rate," he said, lightly squeezing my breast and rubbing my pussy through my leggings to indicate what he meant. Then I picked up my parts and climbed out of the van. He drove off, beeping as he did.	3

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