group sex

I enter the bookstore on a warm summer evening, wearing a light weight sundress, my eyes scan the customers, which are not surprisingly mostly male. I smile to the cashier when greeted and walk down the first aisle.



I can feel eyes moving over my exposed flesh, making me all too conscious of the way my panties brush against my lips, exhaling I close my eyes for a moment trying to control the heat that is building inside of me. I stand in front of the menagerie of vibrators…aware of how my dress rises dangerously high on my thigh mere inches from exposing my panties as I reach for the ones at the top of the rack. As I push my derrière out and bend from the waist while retrieve those from the bottom I hope that I am exposing enough to entice some interaction with one of these strapping fellows.



The bell above the door jingles, drawing my attention, you walk in, full of confidence. My eyes move over you, visually drinking you in. I notice the way your trousers fit snuggly around your crotch, immediately wondering about the bounty it conceals. Entranced by your movement, I watch you as you move towards the counter. My attention is distracted as I feel a large warm body squeeze past me, my eyes close allowing me to be lost within the experience. Once he has full passed by me, and I no longer feel his cock against me,I open my eyes and search over the store for you but I do not see you so I return to my shopping adventure.



While reading the descriptions I do not try to stifle any giggles that they bring but let them flow freely. When someone wants passage past me I politely excuse myself but I do not move entirely out of their way causing them to brush against me as they pass. I feel their stiffening cocks rub against me through the light weight material of my sundress. I notice that the aisle I’m in has become increasingly more popular.



I continue down the row stopping short at the small S&M section. My hand immediately goes to grab a riding crop.. I run my hands over it lovely, testing the give of the rod, bending it, flexing it before testing it with a loud THWAP on the palm of my hand accompanied with a gasp upon impact. Looking around trying to appear embarrassed and giving a twitter of nervous laughter, making eye contact with several some nervously look away while others try to hold my gaze. Smiling to myself knowing that I now have the complete attention of a at least a few, I try out the next paddle but when I get to the whips, give my thigh a good THWAP…my skin stings at the delicious bite of the leather, my hand swiftly goes to touch my heated flesh, I slowly rub the inflamed area while glancing around. I work my way back over to the vibrators, finding one that is small and smooth but guarantees maximum power. I brush up against a couple of different guys that I know were enjoying my shopping experience as much as I was apologizing along the way….



Once to the counter I do not speak in the hushed tones that are so customary in stores like these but in a normal if not slightly louder tone then necessary inquiring as to what movie was playing in the main theatre room. The clerk asks about batteries and I laugh… explaining that of course I need batteries…He tells me the next movie doesn’t start for a few minutes, I tell him that it’s okay I’ll wait and purchase my ticket. I then begin perusing through the store, holding eye contact, smiles, flirting innocently or as innocently as I can in an adult book store.



The light turns on above the theatre to signify the movie will be starting. By this time I have mad my way to the back of the store so that I may parade through to the theatre hoping to have at least a few follow. I am pleasantly surprised when there are a couple of guys spread out in the theatre and pleased even more that there are a couple following me in. I find a seat around the middle of the first row. I wait for the lights to dim and the movie to begin… My pussy already damp from the teasing in the store is now very moist from watching the exploits on the big screen…. I can wait no longer, I get out my new toy and turn it on… although it is a quiet low hum, it attracts the attention I was hoping.



I sink down in my seat, pulling my skirt up just a bit allowing me greater access to my already pulsating clit feel trapped with in my panties. I feel the back of my seat move I look over my shoulder to see a man that is leaning up trying to get a better view, I make eye contact with him as I gasp then smile… noticing that his hand is on his crotch as well…I can’t help but let out a small moan, which in turns attracts more attention.



Like sharks they begin to slowly move in closer until I have two in the row behind me, then I notice you one seat over from me, smiling at me. I continue quickly moving towards climax. I lock eyes with you, my big innocent blue eyes beckoning you closer, you moves as if compelled, your strong hand reaching out towards my thigh, I do not cry out or in any way signify that you shouldn’t as your hand falls upon my leg a deep moan escapes across my full lips. The others quickly realize that I am not going to mind and suddenly I feel hands moving over me up under my skirt, down the front of my dress, I immediately begin to climax, spreading my legs wide inviting the men to further explore me. You have your hand up my skirt rubbing my pussy while your other hand strokes your rock hard cock, I can’t seem to stop watching your fluid movement. I feel your fingers slip into my wet cunt, throwing my head back smiling relishing this moment, I feel a hand on my opposite thigh, moving up towards the same cavity. My breath quickens with the anticipation and excitement of having fingers from two separate people inside me, as he joins in moving differently in speed and motion. One more interested in sliding in and out causing friction, the other on massaging my inner wall.



My eyes still closed, I feel that there is a presence in front of me. I open my eyes to see the security guard of the store in front of me, terrified at first, until I realized that his dick was in his hand. I lean forward wanting a taste of his cock. My fingers wrap around the base, my lips hover over the tip, my tongue darts out giving it a quick lick. The taste is intoxication, I stand up, bending at the waist, flipping my skirt up over my ass pulling my panties down a tad, giving my permission…as I take the security guards cock into my wet mouth.



I feel hands on my thighs, roughly tugging my panties down, big hands on my hips holding them as a thick cock is pushed, forcefully into my ready cunt, pushing me forward causing the guards cock to go deep into my throat, gagging me. My hands grab at the security guards hips to steady me as my pussy is drilled violently by the man with the huge hands. I notice that I am surrounded, the men on the sides of me touching kneading my titties, rubbing on my ass, inquiring as to when it will be their turn and what they will do…my head reeling from the overwhelming sensations that I’m experiencing. The security guard fucking my face as my cunt is pummeled by the large hand man, I feel the security guard tighten as his pressure begins to build before he erupts in my mouth.



No sooner is his cock withdrawn from my mouth than another cock is shoved in. I feel the thick cock begin to pulsate expecting to feel his release when he withdrawals, suddenly I feel a warm spray across my ass and back. The next set of hands to grab my hips are much less rough, I suddenly feel a wet tongue lick from my clit, dipping into my pussy then up and around my virginal asshole. The sweetness of the sensations between my legs drive me to lovingly suck the cock that is in front of me, caressing the full balls pressing on his perineum. I feel the warms tongue lick my inner walls as pressure is applied to my asshole, the hands rock my hips as I feel a cock sliding up and down the slit of my cunt, teasing it, slipping just the tip in and out of me. Increasing in depth but not speed keeping it a long slow stroke, allowing me to focus on providing the cock in my mouth the attention it deserves. The pressure on my anus increases, the slow stroke ceases as I again feel his warm wet tongue licking from my clit to my ass over and over again, I feel his lips kissing it then a puff of air accompanied with great wetness, assuming he has spit, lubing me up, getting ready to pierce the only hole that has not been violated. My fear and desire growing as the unknowing is about to occur. I feel the head of his penis push against it, slowly drilling into me with tight controlled movement.



There a slight pain as his cock enters into me, he slowly pushes in, then with just as much care he gently pulls almost out, the pain has lessened as he continues his slow loving way of defiling me, being replaced with a sensation unbeknownst before. My sucking matches my experience, the owner of the cock that I am working on, moans loudly as his load is expelled into my mouth as I hungrily suck up ever last drop leaving him drained. My moans are now audible encouraging the mysterious man towards climaxing, his hands on my hips as he continues to fuck my ass. I feel him pull out, and his mouth kissing my twat again, his tongue darting in and out, then flicking my clit several times making me beg for him to fuck me, I hear him chuckle and his cock once again teasing my twat.



Rubbing against my wet slit, dipping it in quickly and pulling it out just as quick, as I try to force my hips back against him but he denies me, pushing me forward with his strong hands as he teases me to the point of madness. I hear him start to make low guttural sounds as his stroke increases, in speed and intensity. His hands now pulling me make against him as he thrust forward with great force, I feel his balls bounce off of my throbbing clit, as his hot cum explodes with in me, sending me over the edge, my twat begins to spasm as I climax, squirting, covering his cock in my cum. He continues to pump me a few times before pulling out. As he does so he brings all the juices with him, I feel them run down my leg, his hands still on my hips, I turn within his hold to face him, my eyes meet yours again, ” I should have known that it was you by your fluid rhythm.” You laugh, placing a kiss on my lips and thanking me.



I look around giving a nod to the fellows that have satisfied me on this warm summer evening, I straighten my skirt, leaving my panties on the floor, turn to leave with a Cheshire grin plastered to my face, cum running down my leg, and vibrator in hand.

Ok, folks, as promised, here’s the next part. I know, each part is taking a bit longer, but it’s getting tougher to write, too…. I promise, though, there are still a fair few installments to go, and I’m starting to see how this will eventually end up. I hope you enjoy it, and look forward to any comments you may leave, good or bad.



Oh, by the way…. as previously noted, I am not politically correct, and I am a strict Constitutional libertarian. If that offends you, to be honest, I don’t care.




Part 12



Karl Mitchell rubbed at his eyes, wondering if he could believe what he was seeing. This wasn’t some Chinese soldier, that much was clear. The uniform was all wrong, for one thing, and the load bearing suspenders appeared to be old US military….Very old. He kept his hands away from his weapons as he and the stranger approached each other.



“Who the hell are you, mister?”



Gene grinned and replied “A friend, if you’re an American…. but if you’re workin’ for the Chinese, I’m your worst fuckin’ nightmare!”



“Uh huh…. I’ve heard that there song before. Can you prove that?”



“Not really… but I can’t really think of a way to disprove it, either.”



“So where does that leave us?”



“Beats me… I guess we can either shake hands and get acquainted, or throw down. I’ll leave the choice to you.”



They closed the distance between them and studied each other as they came face to face. Gene held his hand out, empty, and introduced himself.



“Gene Dickinson… Wyoming State Militia.”



“Karl Mitchell…. Jackson Hole rebels.”



“Well, then…. sounds like we’re on the same side.”



Mitchell eyed the other scouts coming out of the warehouse behind Gene warily, seeing the men were heavily armed and apparently were no strangers to a fight, and nodded, more as a survival instinct than an agreement.



Gene smiled… “You look like you’ve been through a bit. Anything your boys need help with?”



“We ran up on a base, about fifteen miles from here; lost quite a few good men… if you’ve got a decent medic around, we have a few guys who could use a bit of patchin’ up.”



Gene looked over his shoulder at his men, nodding, and Mark Dennison stepped forward.



“Lead me to ‘em, guy.”



Gene and three more of the scouts went along with them, ensuring Mark’s safety, and they walked over to the abandoned house to see what was what. Karl walked in first, and the five men already inside were reaching for weapons as they filed inside; he gave a hand gesture, telling his boys to stand down. This was a fight he knew for a fact they couldn’t win.



Mark looked over the five wounded men carefully, over the next hour, removing a bullet from one man’s arm, setting the broken bone and putting on a splint before bandaging it, using up nearly a full jar of antibiotic ointment, and giving several injections of antibiotics and painkillers, besides, bandaging up the rebels as best he could.



Gene and his team handed the men a few of their ration bars, each, while asking questions about the Chinese base. They soon learned that this base was on a state of high alert; possibly because of their own actions against the last few bases the Cavedwellers had seen to. The rebels had walked into an ambush, and had lost their CO and eleven other men in the fight. They hadn’t even gotten a chance to retrieve the bodies, or their weapons.







This group was carrying a hodgepodge; one had an old bolt-action hunting rifle, two others had AK’s, one had a shotgun with most of the stock cut off and the barrel cut down a few inches, the fourth had three different pistols, and the last guy had what appeared to be an old Ruger .22 and a Desert Eagle .50 caliber pistol. He was the one who spoke up.



“You guys got any ammo to spare?”



Gene looked over their weapons. “Not for most of those, no… we’ve got some extra .45 ACP, but our rifles are all .223 and .270. “



The man with the three pistols looked up at this. “Could you spare a few of the .45 rounds? I’m down to half a magazine for mine.”



Gene pulled the pack off his back, rummaging around in the bottom, and came up with three boxes; fifty rounds apeice. “No problem, guy. Will these do you?”



The other man looked at the three boxes in amazement… factory made, and hollow points, to boot! “Holy shit! Where the hell did you find these!?!”



Gene grinned and lied through his teeth, not wanting to give these men any ideas. “Found ‘em in an old hardware store, a ways northwest of here…. hiding under a stack of old newspapers in a stockroom.”



“Wow! I haven’t seen any factory loads in…. forever!”



“They’re out there… hard to find, but not impossible. I kinda found ‘em by accident…. I was looking for old newspapers to, uh, take care of some— other– ‘business’, if you know what I mean. Found an old case of them under the papers, with seven of those boxes inside.”



The man with the pistols grinned. “I’ve got a good idea of it, yeah…. old phonebook pages are good for that too.”



Gene suddenly put his hand to his ear for a moment. He frowned as he caught the words coming in over his headset.



“Sir, we’ve got a Chinese patrol coming down the street… a Humvee with two inside, runnin’ real slow, and five walkers, checking every building.” It was Bill Jackson, who’d stayed behind in the warehouse to keep an eye on the vehicles with the other seven scouts. “Do you want us to take them down?”



“Hold off a minute…. I’m sending Huett out the back, now… I want to know if there are any on the next block.” he replied, shooting a look at Phill, who nodded in acknowledgement, turning to the back door with his silenced .45 in his hand.



He was back in less than a minute, nodding to his CO… “Two more Humvees on the next block, with half a dozen walking troops behind them…. I think they’re looking for our new friends here. They’ve got tracking dogs with them, but they’re inside of the vehicles.”



Gene didn’t even have to think about this one. Clicking the throat mic, he told Jackson “Ok… standard op. Hit ‘em last to first, silenced rifles. Take out the guys in the Humvees and the mutts last.” He shot a look at Huett again, knowing that he’d follow the same orders, and the snipers with his team ran up to the second story of the house, taking up position at the windows facing the street.



They waited until all of the Chinese were within range, firing on the last man in the walking columns first, so as to not tip their hands too soon, but one soldier realized what was happening too soon and managed to get undercover in an old garden shed.



Dickinson grinned at this, reaching back for the M203 grenade launcher that hung from his left shoulder, chambering an incendiary frag round and taking a few dozen steps forward. Taking careful aim, he locked on to the side window of the wooden shed and squeezed the trigger.



His aim was a little off, the projectile just barely sneaking in through the far edge of the window before exploding, eliciting a dying scream from the small building’s lone occupant; there must have been some sort of solvent stored inside, because the entire building went up like a torch. He grinned as the screaming reached his ears.



The other half of the enemy patrol came running, and the snipers went back to work. The second Humvee turned the corner, almost coming up on two wheels, and Dickinson helped it along with a high explosive round under the front wheels…. the vehicle flipped over on it’s back. Two of the snipers took advantage of this, zeroing in on the vehicle’s fuel tanks with tracer rounds, turning it into an inferno as it came to a stop.



The other Humvee rolled along slowly, as the driver and passenger had both been hit with multiple armor piercing rounds, until one of the ground level troopers from Gene’s team ran up and tore the door open, pulling the corpse from the driver’s seat and reaching for the ignition switch. He got the engine shut off just in time to be grabbed by the teeth of one of the german shepherds, the only living occupant of the vehicle. He jumped backwards and the dog was left with a patch of his sleeve.



He barely got his pistol out as the dog cleared the door, and shot the mutt in the face before it could get a better bite at him.



The third Humvee rolled around the corner, at speed, but barely got past the second house before the snipers took it out, as well, their .270 armor piercing rounds turning the windshield into something resembling swiss cheese.



Karl Mitchell watched the men, stunned at their efficiency; in less than four minutes, they’d taken out a Chinese patrol without losing a single man, and now had a spare Humvee to boot!



Dickinson saw the look on the man’s face and grinned. “I believe you gentlemen were saying something about being low on ammo?”



Mitchell grinned back at him, shooting looks at two of his men who weren’t wounded, and the three of them ran outside to strip the dead Chinese of weapons, ammunition, field rations, and other equipment.



Within twenty minutes, they were staggering under their loads. Both of the Humvees had been carrying full containers of extra ammunition as well as numerous Chinese grenades and RPG’s.



Dickinson clicked his throat mic, telling his team to do a quick clean up behind them, moving the bodies to the basement of one of the abandoned houses, piling up boxes of junk on top of them and leaving them to rot.



Within another hour, they had the enemy Humvees hidden in empty garages, the fire had burned itself out, and the men from both the militia and the rebels had moved to another section of the small suburban town, to the stockroom of a small clothing store. They propped the back door open to vent the small building, got out several camp stoves, and the two teams shared a meal while Gene Dickinson and Karl Mitchell talked off to one side.



Mitchell looked over the men as he thought through his words.



“Ok, Gene, we’ve got to send some men back to report to our CO; the thing is, what do we tell him? That we got our asses hauled outta the fire by a State Militia group? He’d think we were all eatin’ some of them funny mushrooms!”



Gene grinned at this.



“Well, how about we do this…. you guys stay here for a few days; we have to scout that base that you boys got shot up at. We’ll be back in two, three days, tops, and we’ll trade a few men… one or two of yours can come back to our base, talk to our CO, and one or two of ours can go back with you guys, talk to your CO. Maybe we could team up, share intel and resources. I’ve got a few satellite phones in the trucks; our commander sent ‘em along in case we got into trouble we couldn’t handle. I can give one to the guys who go back with you, and our CO’s can hash it out between them after this op is over and done with.”



Mitchell nodded, hand on his chin as he thought it over.







“You realize that’s one big fuckin’ base, right?”



“How big?”



Mitchell reached over to a pile of old wire coat hangers, straightened one out, and used it to draw a big L-shaped box in the dust on the floor.



“Guard towers at every corner, with lights and machine guns… three men on each of two levels of each one; two of ‘em have rifles with scopes. Roving patrols with dogs, looked like Dobies, Shepherds, and Rottweillers, and they use radios to keep in constant contact. From the number of barracks, I’d guess there are probably a thousand, maybe fifteen hundred men on that base. It’s going to be a rough one for your people, make no mistake. They’ve got three of those bigass helicopters, and they use ‘em…. patrol at least a few times a day, rain or shine. Rifle rounds won’t touch ‘em, either.”



He sat back in thought for a minute, then added “I think they’ve got something out around the outside of the fences, too… we were still fifty feet from them when the soldiers picked up on us…. they knew we were there, in the middle of the night. They opened up on us without warning…. we went runnin’, but not before they tagged a few of us, as you saw.”



Gene sat back, digesting this before asking “Did you see any sign they had prisoners?”



Mitchell nodded, pointing to one area of the drawing.



“Prisoner barracks here…. south western corner. They’ve got about fifty women in there, use ‘em for sex. Local girls, mostly…. they raid the surrounding towns for them…. and anything else they want–food, building materials, slaves, you name it. I think some of ‘em are perverts… they also take a few small kids.”



Mitchell looked up from the drawing and cringed…. the look on Gene’s face would have frightened a demon. He had absolutely no use for child molesters.



They talked for two more hours, Gene taking out a note pad and writing down several pages of notes, including copying the crude drawing in the dirt to the last detail. A plan was already beginning to form in his mind, but he didn’t want to say too much, too soon.



Maybe it was time for the Wyoming State Militia to show off a bit of it’s air power.



He and three men from his team left that night, long after nightfall, with one of the rebels along as a guide. It was a bit cramped in the Humvee, even without the supplies that they’d unloaded from the cargo area, but it cut the time traversing the distance to the enemy base to a matter of a twenty minute drive, even with the headlights off, slowing to a crawl in some spots to get around the old wrecked cars and trucks in the roads.



Half a mile from the base, they found a quiet suburb to hide the big truck in, taking the last bit of distance on foot, staying well back from the place but well within the range of their cameras.







The base was well lit, and these guards appeared to be much more attentive than any they’d encountered up to this point; the searchlights were sweeping the area outside the fences regularly, and walking patrols inside the camp were both numerous and frequent. Gene counted a full ten guard towers, and the men occupying them were attentive and alert.



They took several hundred photos of the base, working their way around it slowly, taking their time and making sure to get overlapping shots of the entire perimeter, taking particular note of the hanger and motor pool, and a smaller building that all of the power cables ran to, with a big above ground fuel tank beside it… obviously a big, heavy duty diesel generator, possibly more than one.



Even as he took dozens of pictures and several pages of notes, Gene was already formulating a plan to destroy this base.



The only part that worried him was the possibility that they wouldn’t have any way to save the prisoners; he had never liked the idea of collateral damage, if there was any way to avoid it.



On the plus side, the barracks where the female prisoners were kept was close to the fence; the downside was that it was in clear view of not one but two guard towers, and foot patrols passed by it frequently. They could, conceivably, take out the guards in those two towers with snipers, cut a big hole in the fence, and have the women cut loose and running out of the building relatively quickly; but there were still the foot patrols and whatever had tipped off the Chinese to the rebel’s presence the other day.



Quite aside from all of that, the women were unlikely to be in much shape to run; at the last base they’d hit, the women had barely been able to walk.



Karl Mitchell sat alongside of Gene, barely inside of the treeline, answering questions as best he could and marveling at how his Militia counterpart’s mind worked. Gene asked questions he himself might never have thought of.



He also noticed things Karl hadn’t; like the small building all of the heavy wires ran from, that had the twin chimneys coming up out of the roof. He’d never have guessed that building provided the base with it’s electricity; but to be fair, his experience with electrical power was limited, at best.



After two full days of taking pictures, observing, timing the Chinese patrols, and gathering as much intel as they could, they all pulled back, again relocating to another small town, further back from the base and outside of the patrol range of the enemy.



This small suburban town had a sporting goods store, and they searched it thoroughly, coming up pretty much empty, until one of the rebels found a concealed trapdoor in the floor under the counter leading into a hidden basement room. There, they hit a jackpot.



It had, apparently, been the owner’s private stash, and the owner of this little shop had clearly been a bit of a rebel himself; there were numerous rifles and pistols, and some of the AR-15s had been converted to select fire weapons.



There were well over fifty cases of ammunition of every description, as well as all manner of survival supplies, everything from camouflage clothing to tents to small ‘pellet’ fueled camp stoves with boxes of fuel and cases of military rations… MREs, mostly, along with dozens of cases of dehydrated foods. These, of course, were suspect, being nearly two centuries old; still, Karl peeled back the foil cover on one of the cans, marked as ‘Beef stroganoff’ (though he couldn’t read it), opened the foil bag inside, took a small amount out on his fingertip, and let it expand on his tongue. It tasted wonderful.



Gene saw the look on his face and asked “May I?”



Karl handed over the big can reluctantly; then watched as Gene poured a small amount into his canteen cup, added a bit of water, and watched as the food reconstituted itself. Setting it on top of one of the pellet stoves, he lit up one of the pellets and allowed it to heat up for a few minutes, gave it a couple of quick stirs with his knifepoint, then handed the cup to Gene by the handle and said “Careful, it’s hot.” while handing him a fork from one of the mess kits from another shelf.



Karl took a small bite of the beef and noodle concoction and smiled…. his lads would eat well tonight!



They fired up two more of the small stoves, and pulled a mess kit from the shelves for every man there, emptying the big can and two more just like it, and every man there ate his fill before they posted guards for the night and bedded down, closing the trapdoor leading to the shop above and settled in.



In the morning, they saw to it that all of the rebels were outfitted with new weapons and plenty of ammunition, stout military boots and clean camo clothing, packs, mess kits, canteens, web gear, proper holsters for their sidearms, backpacks for their mess kits, rations, and extra boxes of ammunition, and pellets for the small pellet stoves that several of them would take along, along with numerous fighting knives, magnesium firestarters, and all manner of other survival gear.



Gene sent Phil Huett and Mark Tanner back with the rebels; they would drive one of their Humvees and the one they’d taken from the Chinese patrol back, along with one of the satellite phones.



Jim sat in his living room with Bob Gunderson and Art Perry, explaining what he had in mind, and both of them agreed that letting the produce go to waste was a bad idea… they would get some of the adults from their respective villages together and have the fields harvested in a few days, max. Art was all in favor of doing the same with their fields and gardens to the north, of course; he and his people had put a lot of work into them, and they weren’t any too happy about letting those months of work go to waste.



On the subject of some of them moving out to help the next village they ‘liberated’, they were a bit more reticent. Even with the prospect of some of the Cavedwellers coming along, bringing with them a small arsenal of both light and heavy weapons, and truckloads of other supplies, they still feared the possibility of Chinese attacks.



They would both have to have long talks with their people about any sort of arrangement like this. Of course, there was always the possibility of relocating all of them to another suburban setting, closer to the Cave, which sounded like a better idea.

Bob Sharpe and his team of scouts were patrolling to the west of the Cave when they made a startling discovery… it appeared to be a small, old US military base, and was being patrolled by people in uniform.



Americans.



In very old US Air Force uniforms…. and carrying M16 rifles.



He spread out his twelve man team to both sides, moving around the fenced in area of the field to get better looks at all sides of the small base, noting huge areas of gardens, an airstrip a bit over a mile and a half long, numerous hangers and barracks, multiple guard towers, and not one but two control towers. On one side of the long runway were more than forty solar panels, set to catch the morning sunlight; along the other side was what appeared to be a cornfield.



Outside of the fence, the ground had been kept clear for at least two hundred yards out, giving them a good view of anyone approaching from all sides…. but the space wasn’t going to waste; a small herd of cows and another, of sheep, were busily grazing in pastures separated by chain link fences about six feet tall.



Other areas outside the fences were cultivated, growing dozens of types of vegetables. They even had a small orchard of apple trees.



Sharpe left his rifle with one of his team members, walking up to the main gate of the base alone. He got to within fifty yards of the gate before yelling out “Hello, the base!”



A man came to the front gate, which opened just wide enough for him to slip through.



“Just hold it right there, mister! Who are you, and what do you want?”



“Lieutenant Bob Sharpe, Wyoming State Constitutional Militia…. I’d like to speak to someone in charge. I mean no harm.”



Within two minutes, an older man came to the gate, and looked Bob over carefully, noting the old camo pattern and the absence of insignia denoting rank.



“Young man. Jones tells me you’re a soldier?”



“A scout, actually. A member of the Wyoming militia, Sir.”



“I see… are you the ones stirring up the Chinese?”



“I suppose you could call it that… if you mean wiping out some of the bases of those scumbags.”



The older man nodded, extending his right hand. “Rick Jamison… I suppose you could call us the last remnants of the US Air Force in this area, although we don’t have any fuel left for our planes.”



Bob arched an eyebrow. “I’m surprised you have planes left.”



“They were in bunkers, pretty deep underground. Not many…. this wasn’t that big of a base… more helicopters than anything else. From what my grand dad told me, they did more training and search and rescue from here than anything.”



Bob nodded… he’d read about such small bases. Only the best pilots were trained at such bases.



“Anyhow…. what can we do for you, Lieutenant?”



“Not much, really, at the moment…. my team and I are scouting the countryside, getting an idea of who’s still out in this area…. we’re from a city about forty miles from here. We’re…. working on restoring the country, Y’see.”



The old man arched an eyebrow at this. “You know that there’s a pretty tall order?”



“Yes Sir, it is… but it has to be done. The civilians in the villages we’ve liberated so far have been mistreated horribly by the Communist Chinese… and we ain’t havin’ it. This here is Our country, Not Theirs. We’re going to take it back, and we don’t give a shit if we have to kill every Chinaman on American soil to do it. We’re recruiting and looking for allies. We don’t ask for handouts; we have, pretty much, everything we need… except for enough people.”



“What, exactly, are you proposing, young man?”



“Well, Sir, we need places to train, places for our excess population, people to trade with, help training the villagers we’re rescuing…. we have our own base, a small city, actually, but we’re running out of room. We have weapons, and we just got a bunch more, took ‘em off a Chinese base, so we can trade some of them, too. If you folks would be interested, we can put you in communication with our commander, let you guys figure it out. In the meanwhile, me and my men need a place to lay our heads for the night. We have our own food, tents, bedrolls, that sort of thing…. we’re a foot patrol, and we’ve done forty miles or so today, so we’re about tuckered out. It would be nice to set up camp someplace where we only have to post one or two guards.”



It was at that moment that the satellite phone at his hip started to vibrate. He pulled it from the waterproof pouch at his belt and pushed the button.



“Yes Sir?”



It was Jim Archer. “Lieutenant, how’s the patrol going?”



“Quite well, Sir… we’ve located half a dozen villages, so far, most of which seemed to be in half decent shape. We haven’t found much in the way of Chinese out here, just a few roving patrols which didn’t put up much of a fight. We also found, well, hold on a second… I just met a man I think you should speak to.” He handed off the phone to Jamison, saying “My Commander, Sir… James Archer.”



Jamison took the phone tentatively and held it to his ear. “Hello, Mister Archer, is it?”



“Yes, it is, but you can call me Jim… to whom am I speaking, please?”



“Rick Jamison, Sir…survivor at Juniper Training base.”



“Juniper? I haven’t heard of that one… it isn’t on any of the old maps.”



Jamison chuckled at this. “Not surprising…. I don’t think this place was what you’d call a high priority base, back before the war. We’re, basically, the descendants of the staff of this base, from back before the war… plus a few civilians who’ve trickled in, over the years.”



“I see…. well, good, you’re the kind of folks we’re looking for, Sir. Tell me… is there anything you’d want to trade for?”







Within a week, a relatively secure trade route was established; the base known as Juniper field had a vast store of old, but still good, electronic parts, a small warehouse full of .50 cal. machine gun rounds in belts, and better than fifty tons of castable lead. They also had a good sized fleet of aircraft in the underground hangers.



The Cave, on the other hand, had an enormous storage tank of aircraft grade fuel that could be useful in getting their choppers and a few of their old F-16 trainers back in the air, and had kept the art of airframe and powerplant mechanics alive.







Pete Coswell climbed down from the wing of the aging F-16 fighter jet, shaking his head. Taking careful note of the tail numbers, he added this one to his list of planes which were in desparate need of repairs and rebuilding before walking to the office of their host, where Jamison and Jim Archer were sharing coffee while figuring out a ‘trade agreement’ of sorts. Luckily, this one hadn’t ended up on the ‘scrap for parts’ list, which was already entirely too long.



Reporting to his commander and their host, he grabbed a cup of coffee, from the brewer they’d brought with them, and settled at the table with the two men.



“Well, Gentlemen, I have bad news, and I have good news.”



Jim nodded…. “Ok, let’s get the bad news out of the way first.”



Pete nodded. “None of these planes are really in any kind of shape to fly again… there’s just too much corrosion in the frames, the seals in the engines leak like a seive, the instruments are way out of date…”



“Ok… what’s the good news?”



“Give me both of my teams, a few good mechanical draftsmen who can work from laptops, and all of the machine shops back at the base, I think I could salvage…. maybe five or six of the twenty planes in their fleet. It’ll take, oh… maybe five months per plane, cannibalizing the other planes for some of the parts I’ll need, and having the rest made at the shops back at the base and trucked over here.”



“As for the choppers, another six, maybe seven months per bird, and we could salvage maybe half of the fleet-twelve of the twenty six birds they have here.”



Jamison gave the young man a long, appraising, but skeptical look.



“Are you sure about this, young man?”



Archer smiled at this, waiting for Pete’s answer, which, when it came, would be a bit amusing.



“Yes, Sir, I am.”



“What makes you so certain?”



“Sir, I’ve been studying airframe and powerplant mechanical work since I was twelve years old. I’ve been maintaining our planes for the past ten years. I’ve been an airplane nerd all of my life. If you have anyone here that can match my record, please, by all means, point him out…. I’ll be happy to consult with him.”



Jamison just sat and stared for a few minutes, then gave a rueful grin. “Ok, young man… I’ll defer to your judgment.”



Pete nodded. “On the bright side, we have quite a few of the necessary engine seals and whatnot at our base… and they’ve been stored in Argon gas atmospheres, so they haven’t really aged, as yours have here. That’s a huge plus; the factory that made them, well, it was in Ohio…. I kinda doubt it survived the war.”



Bob Gunderson and the rest of the adults from his former village sat back in the great hall of the Cave, content with their day’s work…. they’d managed to get the old field outside of their village harvested and nearly twenty five bushels of assorted vegetables back here without incident, and everyone had earned a double credit day… a full day’s pay for their labors, plus credit for the food they’d contributed to the Cave economy. They had also gathered up the village’s chickens and gotten them into cages and added them in to the Cave’s flocks.



The few cows, on the other hand, were a different story. Nobody had thought to bring along a cattle trailer, so it was decided to just leave them for another day. The barn doors were left open, though, and there was plenty of grassy pastureland surrounding the small village, not to mention a small spring fed pond at one end with clean water.











Herb Dixon and his villagers did the same, bringing in their crops, a dozen pigs, several litters of piglets, and several dozen more chickens. Over the course of two days, they also managed to get the Cave’s three cattle trailers loaded up, with the full load of cows, several calves, and their lone bull.



Their kids, meanwhile, spent the days gathering up several pickup loads of fresh cut grass, most of which had grown waist high. It would be spread in the fields they had laying fallow at the moment, and the Cave’s herd of cattle would be turned loose in there to feed upon it and make their own ‘deposits’.







Jim and his council were meeting in the offices again, looking over the reports and surveillance photos from the several enemy bases again…. the big one to the south west worried him the most; Gene’s thoughts, of taking out the guard towers and barracks from the air with a few of the choppers, then moving in foot troops to mop up, was looking a lot better, in fact.



He was worried about the slave barracks, though… he, too, didn’t like the thought of killing innocent women if it could be avoided, and no matter how many hours they’d logged on simulators, the fact remained that none of his ‘pilots’ had ever left the ground.



Counting on them to take out guard towers and soldier’s barracks while not hitting a building full of female slaves was a bit too much to ask.



Then there was the troubling news that the Chinese knew when someone approached the fences around their compound; it sounded to him like they were either using motion sensors of some sort, tripwires, pressure pads, or some kind of in-ground vibration sensors. That would be a problem.



Johnny Corcoran stepped over to the big video monitor, on which the enemy base was depicted, reading the tags that Jan had added to denote which buildings were soldier’s barracks, and which one was used for the female slaves. Jim stepped up next to him.



“This is gonna be a tough one.”



Jim nodded. “Saving those women might not be an option.”



Johnny shook his head at this. “Do you really want to get that kind of reputation? There’s a way… we’re just not seeing it. There has to be. We’ve got every kind of weapon available, currently, short of nukes. We’re just not looking at this from the right direction.”



Leeanne spoke up from the table.



“Guys, you’re still trying to do ‘sneaky’… why not try ‘blatant’ instead?”



Johnny and Jim looked at her, then at each other, then back at her.



“What do you mean, Lee?” Jim asked, wondering what she meant.



“Knock on the front gate.”



“I don’t get it.” Johnny replied.



Leeanne rolled her eyes for a moment, muttering “Men—always have to be led by the hand!” loud enough for everyone at the table to hear.



Jan Archer and Sarah Jennison both grinned, nodding, though neither of them had any idea what she was talking about.



“Am I the only one here who watches those old war movies in the library?”



Jim nodded. “Probably… what do you have in mind?”



“What you need is some kind of diversion…. big enough to take all the attention away from that back fence area where the women are being held, right?”



Jim smiled, starting to see where she was going with this, and motioned for her to continue.



She got up and walked over to the map, studying it for long moments, before continuing.



“Ok… the main gate is right… here, right?”



Jim nodded.



“Ok…. can you use a bunch of those rocket launchers Gar was so happy about to knock down those gates…. and maybe those guard towers around it, too?”



Jim looked at her, then at Johnny, then at Gar, who had walked over to the map to stand by his lady.



“That’s actually not a bad idea. Gar, how many RPG’s could you put into the gates and the towers, here, here, here, here, and here? Well, hell, basically, all of them?”



Gar studied the map for long moments.



“Ten guard towers, multi-level, look like they’ve been built from pretty heavy logs… I think about four RPG’s each should turn ‘em into kindling. Have each shooter take along a few extra loads, just to be on the safe side. Maybe an extra guy, to fire a few loads at that generator building. As soon as those stop going off, maybe use four or five choppers to strafe the barracks, hanger, and motor pool… snipers, sitting back in the woods surrounding the place to mop up the survivors. By that point, they won’t need any silencers…. the Chinese won’t know what hit them. Scorched earth on this one?”



“You betcha. Total Blitzkreig. We’re not looking for supplies this time… we’re here to do what an Army is supposed to do-kill people and break stuff.” Jim replied with a grin.



Gar nodded, studying the screen a bit closer. “Do you think we should knock out the generator building, too?”



Jim thought about it for a long moment and shook his head. “No…. those, we could use. If they’re as big as I think they are, we could use them to power a few of the villages we’ve been freeing. I don’t care about their other supplies, but if we can spare those, and their fuel tanks, we can use them in that small town to the south of us; what the hell did you call it?”



“Middleton. They’ve only got about a hundred people, so, yeah, one big diesel generator would be good for them… a couple of hundred lamps, a few dozen refridgerators, maybe a few dozen of those electric space heaters from warehouse five…. and I think they could do well with some of that hydroponic gear, start growing some vegetables year round.”



“Agreed… though they’ve got enough of our dehydrated stock to last the next year or so. I had four truckloads sent to ‘em yesterday.”











Karl Mitchell looked around the room they called the ‘Great Hall’ in amazement. He and his team had come, at Jim Archer’s invitation, to negotiate a mutual alliance between his own Rebels and the Militia, and he was already seeing the advantage. He’d already met a number of the villagers who had moved here, who had told him quite a bit; none of them had a bad word to say about the people they’d moved in with.







Sherice was sitting in one of the Cave’s several bars when George Klein walked in. She didn’t notice until he walked up and took a seat beside her, asking the bartender for a rum and orange juice.



She looked up, startled at the sound of his voice. “You’re that man from the hospital!”



He nodded, extending a hand. “George Klein.”



“Sherice Donaldson. I didn’t expect to see you in here.”



“Oh? Why not?”



“I don’t know…. you just didn’t strike me as the sort of man who comes to a bar. You look more like a family man.”



“Now how would you know about drinking men? Did your village have a still?”



“No…. but we gathered a lot of berries and grapes in the woods. One of the village elders had kept a few little wooden barrels in his cellar, used them to make wine in good years. He hid them behind a stack of firewood when the Chinese came calling.”



George nodded. He’d heard many such stories already, from other villagers he’d helped in the hospital.



She looked him over again, wondering…. ‘Well, it can’t hurt to ask.’ she thought, as she considered how to frame the question politely.



“Doesn’t, errr… your wife… object to you coming in here?”



A pained expression shadowed his face for a moment, and she regretted the question immediately.



“No… my… Martha passed on, a few years ago. The kids are both out on their own, and the grandkids, well… they all have lives of their own. They’re all still pretty young.”



“But… but… you’re too young to have grandchildren!”



“No, not really… I’m fifty one. My oldest son, George junior, is twenty six, and the younger, Max, is twenty four. Junior has twin daughters, eight years old. Max has a son who’s just turned six…. cute little nipper… takes after his dad.”



She smiled. “I’ll bet your place gets pretty lively when they come to visit.”



He grinned, “That it does… not often enough, but, well… kids will keep your mind limber.”



She smiled, sadly. “I wish I could find out…. the doctor said the soldiers did too much damage to me, inside…. I can’t have any kids.”



“Ouch… sorry we didn’t get there sooner.”



“It’s alright…. my sister had two; seeing what she went through with hers, well…. that was enough for me. I’m not sure if I would have wanted them or not, to be honest.”



He nodded. “So, how are you taking to life here?”



“I love it… knowing that what we’re doing actually means something, the soldiers aren’t going to come in and take everything we worked for. It’s taking some getting used to, though…. so many new things to deal with! I never heard of an electric stove! I never heard about electricity, as far as that goes!”



He smiled at this…. he’d had a rough time of it himself, when his wife died. He was used to serving food, not cooking it. It had taken him six months to learn to cook, working in the hospital kitchens.



“Isn’t someone helping you out with that?”



She nodded as she sipped at her drink. “An older lady named Missus Murray… but she isn’t what you’d call the best teacher…. she seems to think that I know what some of this stuff is, but I never heard of most of it. I never saw a hand mixer, or a toaster, or a microwave oven before.”



“Oh, my God…. they set you up with Debra Murray?! You poor dear… no wonder you’re struggling! Listen, you tell Debra to not bother… I’ll teach you. That old shrew has no patience at all. I wouldn’t ask her to teach you to make toast!”



She giggled a bit at that. His assessment of Debra Murray was dead on. “I wouldn’t want to put you out… I know you work a full day at the hospital.”



He smiled at this before correcting her. “Hun, I volunteer at the hospital, when new people come in… I used to work at the recycling plant and at the composting piles. That’s where I laid my Martha to rest.”



“Oh, no! You bury your dead in a compost pile?”



“Of course! My dear, we don’t have room in here for a proper cemetary; if we buried people like they used to, we’d have them stacked up fifteen or twenty deep! Cremating them would be a waste…. the way we do it, our dead go back to the land, and they help to fertilize the fields we grow our food in. It might sound a bit… I don’t know, distasteful? … But it’s part of the cycle of life. Where did your village put your dead?”

“We buried ‘em in the fields…” she replied, eyes widening as she realized that he was saying, basically, the same thing.



He smiled as he saw her make the connection.



“See? What we do isn’t so different. We just, kinda, help the process along a bit.”



He decided to leave out part of the process… she didn’t really need to know the part about the wood chipper.



“Ok, listen, why don’t you come back to my home with me, I’ll cook dinner tonight, you can give me a hand in the kitchen, and we’ll start you out with proper lessons tonight? I’ll call Mrs. Murray, tell her you won’t be needing her anymore, I’m going to be teaching you from now on.”



“Really? Well…. what about the rest of the stuff? Washing clothes, keeping house, and all of that?”



“Don’t worry… I have to do all of that at my place, too… I can teach you as we go.”



She gave him a doubtful look. “Are you sure? I mean, I don’t want to be a bother for you…. you’ve already been so nice to me.”



He laid his hand on hers, on top of the bar.



“Honey, I’ve got a two bedroom apartment that’s entirely too big for me, I live alone, and I’ll be glad for the company. Besides…. I like you. I found you attractive when you were still healing up in the hospital wing. I’d love to spend more time with you. I was tempted to ask you out when you were still in the hospital wing. I’ve been hoping to run into you ever since you were released, but I didn’t think you’d go for a fat old fart like me.”



Two hours later, they were sitting in his living room, together on the couch, sipping on drinks and watching an old movie on his flat screen in companionable silence. He had an arm around her shoulder, and she had her head resting on his.



“George?”



“Hmm?”



“Will it bother your sons, you and I seeing each other?”



“I don’t know about that… might make ‘em jealous… the old man always finding prettier women than they do!”



“C’mon, now!” she laughed, slapping him lightly on the chest.



“I’m serious! Here, let me show you.”



He led her to the mantle, where there were several framed photographs.



“This is Junior, his wife, Tina, and their girls…. taken when the girls were four years old.” He said, pointing at a picture of a medium height young man with a tall, black haired woman who appeared to be sneering at the camera, with two little brunette girls sitting in front of them.



“Oh, wow! Who drew these? They’re very lifelike!”



He stared for a few minutes before realizing that she’d probably never seen a camera before.



Wordlessly, he reached into a drawer, taking out his old digital camera. Looking through the viewfinder, he focused in on her, said “Smile!” and snapped her picture.



Walking over to his desk, he hooked the camera up to his computer, downloaded the shot, and hit the ‘print’ button.



She looked on in utter amazement as her picture appeared, first on the small video screen, then on paper, as the laser printer buzzed back and forth, reproducing her image on a sheet of photo paper.



“Oh, Wow! Is that me?”



“Yes, Ma’am…. I’ll have to find a frame for it, of course, but I think I’ll add this one to my collection here.”



He led her back over to the mantle, standing the picture of her up behind the smaller family photos.



“This is my youngest, Max, and his wife, Pam… she’s a little bitchy, but I’ll never tell her that. Junior, and Tina, and this one here on the end is Martha and I when the boys were younger. Breast cancer took her from me when she was forty six.”



She was surprised… Martha had been a very beautiful, light skinned black woman, if she was any judge of features.



She laid a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to bring up old memories.”



“Death is part of life, isn’t it? The doctors did what they could, but they caught it too late. She hung on for a year longer than they thought she would. She managed to see both of our sons get married, and met her grandkids. I guess you can’t ask for much more from life, huh?”



She turned to face him, giving him a firm hug and a kiss on the cheek.



“Maybe not, but you deserved more… it sounds like you loved her very much.”



He returned the hug, for a bit longer than was, perhaps, necessary, and said “Now…. I thought you were going to help me out in the kitchen?”



In the kitchen, he showed her where everything was and set her to cutting up the leftover shrimp that had been part of his dinner the night before, while he put the noodles on to boil, then he taught her to grate the cheeses while he got out the small blender, garlic, onion, several other spices, and cream.



Within forty minutes, he was ladling out the shrimp alfredo pasta into bowls and leading her back to the living room, where he put in a fresh DVD, about a man who was wrongly imprisoned, gained his freedom, inherited a fortune, and turned the tables on those who had wronged him.



By the time the end credits were scrolling up the screen, they had moved together close enough that their arms were around each other and her head was, once again, laying on his shoulder.



“That was good…. the way Edmond got his revenge on Mondego and those other two…. that was just right.”



“Yes… it’s based on ancient history. A classic of literature, back before the war, or so they tell me. I never read the book, but this is one of about four different versions of this movie they had in the library…. I’ve seen one other. I’m kinda working my way through them.”



She reached up, kissing him on the cheek. “I hope I can be here for the others.”



He reciprocated, kissing her on the forehead; as she looked up at him, he gazed into her eyes, whispering “I hope you’ll be around for a lot more than that.”



She looked back at him, with a ‘Deer in the headlights’ look, and asked “Are you sure? I mean…. you know what they did to me…. are you really sure you want someone like me around?”



He smiled sadly at her and nodded. “Hun, we’ve all got things we’ve done we’re not proud of, in our pasts… what was done to you was… well… just that… it was done TO you; it wasn’t something you asked for, or consented to. The damage that was done to your body has mostly been repaired. The damage to your mind, your heart, well… only you can say when that heals. If I can help with that healing, I will… if you’ll let me. You’re still a very beautiful woman, and if I said I wasn’t attracted to you, I’d be lying through my teeth.”



She smiled, brought her other arm around, and hugged him around the neck long and hard. “Thank you… Mrs. Davidson was right; you’re a sweetheart.” She whispered in his ear.



She moved around, until she was sitting across his lap, and kissed him, lightly, and he returned the kisses with enthusiasm; soon their lips parted, and their tongues were curling against each other, the movie before them forgotten.



His hand reached up, seemingly of it’s own will, and squeezed her full breast lightly. In the few weeks since she and the other women had been brought here, she’d filled out on the rich food, and was back to her full 36D size.



She felt a moment of anxiety as he fondled her, but fought it back down, knowing that it was an act of instinct, as was the hardness pressing upwards from his pants, pushing itself against the back of her left thigh.



She knew, too, that it was instinct that was making her wet between the legs, and causing her breath to come in small gasps. She pushed back from him for a moment, looking deep in his eyes. “Honey, are you sure about this?”



He reached up to her cheek, stroking it lightly, nodding. “As sure as I can be of anything. If you aren’t ready yet, I understand, though.”



She stood, slowly, pulled him to his feet, kissing him deeply and molding her body to his in a tight hug, feeling his hardness pressing into her belly, and whispered in his ear. “I think we’re gonna need more room, Dear.”



He smiled and nodded, reaching for the remote control, shutting off the DVD player and the TV, handed her her drink and picked up his own and took her other hand, leading her to his bedroom.



Standing by the bed, he took a quick swallow of his drink, setting it on the nightstand, followed by her own, then took her in his arms, rubbing her back from her shoulders to the full cheeks of her ass as they kissed deeply again, barely breaking the kiss as they sat on the edge of the bed, her pulling the hem of his shirt from his pants and pulling it over his head.



He returned the favor, burying his face in her cleavage, savoring her chocolate brown skin as she ran her fingers through his unfashionably long hair, feeling the stirrings between her thighs as he nuzzled lightly at her dark brown nipples.



She reached for the button of his jeans, unzipping his pants and reaching in to fondle his hard cock, realizing he was a lot bigger than the soldiers had been, mentally admonishing herself for making the comparison. This was a man who actually appeared to care about her as a person; they had been little more than animals, using her to fulfill their own needs. Her counsellor, Mrs. Davidson, had been right. She’d found a good man, here, and the prospect of intimacy with him wasn’t nearly as frightening as being raped by the soldiers had been.



He reached past the elastic band of her light sweatpants, feeling no panties, but a neatly trimmed bush. Her little nubbin was already poking out from behind it’s protective hood, and he fondled it gently, taking things slow, knowing she was still likely to be a bit skittish about being touched so intimately.



Soon his middle finger found the hole, sliding inside and rubbing against her G-spot, resulting in a flood of her juices as her breath quickened yet again.



She was feeling things she’d never felt before; her only experience with sex had been with Chinese rapists, so this was a pleasant surprise for her. She stood up slowly from the edge of the bed, sliding her pants down and stepping out of them; he did the same and moved back, laying down on the far side of the mattress and holding an arm out to her. She sat down, scooted over, and lay on her side facing him.



“You know, in a way, this is my frst time.”



He smiled at her. “I haven’t been with a virgin in over thirty years… hope I still remember how to treat one.”



She moved closer, molding her body to his own, wrapping her arm around his neck and murmuring in his ear “I think you’re doing pretty well so far.”



He kissed her, hard, almost forcing his tongue into her mouth, carressing her breasts with his free hand, before pulling back and looking deep in her eyes. “You know, I could fall in love with you.”



She felt a stirring, deep in the pit of her stomach, and squeezed her new lover hard.



“I know, Baby…. I feel the same about you. Now lay back… I want to make love to you.”



He lay back on the bed and she sat up, getting her first real good look, realizing that he was, indeed, built much better than any of the soldiers, in every way. Years of labor-intensive activity had left him pretty toned, and his cock stood up proudly at a good eight inches. She licked her lips and climbed aboard, fitting the head to her wide open pussy lips and sinking down slowly until he was buried in her to the hilt, and started riding him slowly.



He reached up, taking a full breast in each hand, massaging them gently and tweaking the dark brown nipples with his thumbs, meeting her gaze as she stared down on him, her mouth half open as her breath came in little gasps.



For long moments she kept to her slow, steady pace, and he restrained himself, knowing that she needed this as a way of being the one in control; from things she’d let slip in the ‘lunch line’, while she was still in the hospital, she’d been a captive of the Chinese for nearly three years. Taking control in bed must be a novelty for her.



He took hold of her hips and pushed backwards with his feet on the bed, getting up into a semi-upright position, his back against the pillows and the padded headboard, so she could lean forward, which she did, once again bringing her full breasts in range of his willing mouth. He took a brown nipple in his lips, nibbling and sucking lightly at it, driving her over the edge, and the walls of her pussy clamped down on his hardness as she came, moaning continually as she picked up the pace. He held on to her hips, knowing he was close himself, trying desperately to hold out for a few moments longer, but it was no use. She felt the pulsing in her core as he blasted his jets of sperm inside her, and tears filled her eyes as she realized that if she never got anything she wanted, ever again, the one thing she would want more than anything was to bear this man’s child.











Somewhere, on another plane of existence, a Djinn, who had once been called DJ, heard her wish. He looked up the long table to a magnificent throne, where his master sat, holding court, and the silent plea was evident on his face.



The being there saw this, and nodded, once.



Deep purple eyes flashed for just an instant. It was a small thing, really, and the two people who had wished for a child were both, deep down, good people. They were also already deeply in love, though neither had admitted it to the other just yet. They would have their child, and several more.



The Master looked down the long table at his servant, connecting with him mentally. ‘You know, sooner or later, you’re going to have to let these people go.’ It wasn’t a question.



The Djinn mentally nodded. ‘I know, my Lord… but these people have shown qualities that aren’t as common as they should be, amongst your children. There is a good, dare I say Noble, quality to them, and, in truth, not many of them ask for much. They aren’t dependent on anyone, and their goals are mostly good ones. They want their country and their freedom back, nothing more. I see nothing wrong with giving them a little nudge from time to time.’



‘I concur… just don’t overdo it, hmmm?’



‘I won’t. Milord…. I did take the liberty of making a few of their supplies self-replenishing, of course… fuel, ammunition, that sort of thing…. I didn’t think you’d mind.’



He paused in thought for a moment, and added, ‘I also took the liberty of laying upon them a spell that keeps them from getting some of the illnesses that they can’t cure, after that gentleman’s wife contracted cancer. I hoped you wouldn’t mind.’



‘I don’t…. just, as I said, don’t overdo it.’







Sherice felt something, deep in her insides, something that felt even better than the several orgasms George had already given her, but wrote it off to imagination.







DJ felt her idle thought, and smiled. There would be time enough for her to discover the meaning of the feeling she’d had, straddling her new lover, who would ask her to move in with him that very night, and ask her to be his wife within a few week’s time. In fact, she would know what that feeling meant in nine months and three day’s time…. when their first daughter, Julie, would be born.











Gene eased up to the edge of the forest surrounding the Chinese base, noting that his team were all in position before clicking his throat mic.



“Team two, in position.”



Jim Archer’s voice answered him.



“Acknowledged, Two… stand by.”



One by one, the other seven teams reported in, until, finally, Archer’s voice came through the headset.



“Rockets, prepare to fire… on three…. two…. one… Fire!”



A mix of seventy five RPG and LAW rockets fired at once, turning every guard tower and the main gate into piles of splinters; within moments, four Huey Cobra and six Apache helicopter gunships flew into position, strafing the enemy barracks with .50 caliber machine guns and .223 caliber miniguns. The hanger doors of the base opened, and a tow vehicle tried to pull out one of the Chinese Hinds…. before it could get it’s rotor up to speed, three of the Apaches were there, turning the poorly maintained chopper into a mass of flaming, twisted metal.



Teams of snipers moved up to within two hundred yards of the base, and the surviving enemy troops came under fire from all directions at once. A few of them managed to get their rifles into play, and some even got lucky; four of the militia members were wounded, one seriously, and two, Bob Greenwood and Marty Little, would be going home in body bags.



Still, for an operation involving over a thousand troops and ten gunships, Archer knew they’d gotten off light. He wondered how long such luck could hold.



A voice was screaming, in Chinese, over some of the loudspeakers around the camp. Mark Little, twin brother of the recently deceased Marty, listened for a moment, trying to puzzle out the words…. he’d been studying the Chinese language for a month, but wasn’t yet truly proficient.



Suddenly he realized what the nearly incoherent voice was saying.



He looked over at Archer and raised an eyebrow. “Sir, he’s telling the survivors to kill the American whores.”



Archer nodded at this. Touching a finger to his earpiece, he instructed the women who were headed to the prisoner barracks to hurry… weapons hot.



Sarah Jennison sprinted the last forty yards to the open door of the women’s barracks, only to find that a Chinese soldier had gotten there ahead of her; he’d already shot four of the women and was drawing a bead on a fifth when she burst into the one room building, silenced .45 pistol in her hand.



He swung around to level his gun at her and fired, missing her left ear by inches.



She didn’t miss, the fat 230 grain slug taking him in the center of the chest.



He crumpled to the floor, and the girl in the bed nearest him grabbed for the pistol he’d dropped, held it awkwardly, and proceeded to empty it into his body. She was still pulling the trigger on an empty cartridge, crying uncontrollably, when Sarah walked over to her, laying one hand on the young woman’s shoulder.



“It’s ok… he’s dead, and you’re safe now.” She told the young woman, gently taking the empty pistol from her as the rest of her team filed into the building.



Once all of the Chinese were dead, it took nearly two full hours to sort everything out; again, they found a small mountain of American equipment, including a number of rocket launchers, grenade rifles, Stinger missiles, and several tons of ammunition. In another hour they had all of it loaded up and ready to roll.



They dragged all of the bodies into a pile in the center of the compound and soaked them in a mix of gasoline and diesel fuel, and the remaining buildings were wired up with the Semtex they’d found in one of the warehouses, and, again, they set it off when they were a safe distance away.











Gar sat back in the driver’s seat of the old Ford cargo van, Leeanne at his side, feeling a deep satisfaction at the work they’d done this night. They hadn’t gotten away unscathed, this he knew; in the back of the truck he was driving were the corpses of three Militia members and the four young women who had been killed in the barracks, who they refused to leave at the burning Chinese base they’d left behind. These would be buried in the fields back at the cave. Ahead of him, he knew, were the two makeshift ambulances carrying the half dozen wounded, and ahead of them were seven truckloads of the female prisoners they’d freed.



It was a good thing they’d found a lot of trucks at the enemy base; they also had a dozen trucks loaded with American equipment, everything from boots and uniforms to explosives and 40MM grenades for the grenade rifles they had at the Cave.



He was stirred from his reverie by Leeanne, who asked “Honey, how well can you drive this thing?”



“I think I’m doing a decent job, why?”



She smiled and said “Because, there’s something I want to try.”



She reached into his lap, unbuttoning his fly and fishing his cock out before leaning down and taking him into her mouth.

“Good Lord, woman! This isn’t exactly the time…. oh, what the hell!”



He struggled to keep his attention on the road as she started bobbing up and down on his hardening dick. He was having a rough time concentrating, especially when she bobbed up, sucking hard at just the head, swirling her tongue all around, but soon, he felt the tingling in his nuts and was blasting jets of his cum into her mouth, which she swallowed as fast as she could, licking up the few drops she missed before sitting back up, pushing his cock back in his pants and buttoning him back up.



He grinned over at her. “That was NOT fair…. you know I’m going to have my revenge when we get home.”



She grinned. “I hope so!”



“Well, now I know why you wanted to come along.”



“I had to… couldn’t let you get yourself killed. Our baby is going to need his daddy.”



“Uh huh… you know your ex might have taken you back.”



“OOOhh, you’ll pay for that!” She yelled, scowled at him, knowing quite well that he was joking.



“I wouldn’t have him back…. besides, I hear he’s with one of the women from that last bunch we brought in.” She smirked.



“They’re pretty well matched… he can’t get it up, and even if he could, she won’t let him touch her.”



“Ouch! That’s cold!”











Jim and all of the squad leaders who had led the successful raid were front and center in the open field, standing before the seven graves. Their heads were bowed, each lost in their own thoughts, as Father John read from the ancient Bible passed down to him from his great-grandfather. The bodies of the three Militia members and the four women who had been prisoners had been stripped, but out of respect had not been subject to the usual burial procedure and were lowered into the graves whole.







While the Father continued to speak, men moved up and started to shovel the earth back into the holes. Once all the dirt was back in and sprinkled with grass seed, and the seven wooden crosses were hammered into place, they had a long moment of silence, everyone reflecting on their memories of the three men they had served with, some saying prayers for the four dead women, and the small service was concluded.







Once again, George was volunteering at the hospital, ladling out bowls of stew and handing out breadsticks and sandwiches to the women they’d freed, this time assisted by Sherice. In the few weeks since their first ‘date night’, they had become inseperable; he rolled a cart with the food, while she followed with a cartload of plates, bowls, silverware, and bottles of water and assorted juices.



One of the women, a petite, green eyed redhead, inhaled the steam coming off the big pot of stew, and grinned. “Oh my God! Real food! It’s been so long!”



Sherice smiled sadly at her. “Don’t worry, hun… it gets easier, with time.”



The young woman looked at her scornfully. “How would you know?”



“Sugar, I was in the same spot, eight or ten weeks ago.”



“Really?”



George nodded. “I was dishing it up for her, right here, a bit over two months ago. Sherice, here, came from another Chinese base we took, about two and a half months back.”



The redhead looked at Sherice from a different perspective now. “Oh…. I’m sorry… I… I didn’t know. You seem so… I don’t know… happy.”



Sherice set down the handful of spoons, hugging George from the side, and nodded. “You bet I am.”



The redhead’s eyes widened. It was obvious these two were now a couple. She, herself, couldn’t picture herself with another man, ever again. She realized she had a lot to think about.











Billie Jean sat back, the little girl on her lap squirming to try to get to the toy corner in the daycare where she was working. She smiled, wondering if she’d been such a handful when she was three.



“No, honey…. it’s story time right now… don’t worry, it’ll be toy time in a little while.”



The tiny blonde child in her lap turned to look up at her.



Billie nodded. “I promise, kiddo…. you can play with the toys later… don’t you want to find out if the princess wakes up? I do!”



The little girl nodded, and Billie Jean looked for where she’d left off in the old children’s book.



Starting to read again, she realized that her Daddy had been right. Learning to read had gotten her moments like this. She was still a long way from where Cassie and her other friends were at, but she’d get there. For now, though, she was happy to be able to read children’s books to toddlers.



Besides, after her shift here was over, she had an appointment with the doctor, for what Doris called “the happy shot”. It was a shot to prevent her from getting pregnant…. a good thing, considering she would be meeting Jeff O’Neill for a date down at the lake.



She already had the cooler packed, and had a small pipe, given to her by Doris, and a small bag of pot from the dispensary, bought with credits she’d earned here in the daycare. She was beginning to like life in the cave; the people were nice, no soldiers trying to shove their things down her throat, and she could learn pretty much anything she wanted.



She already knew a lot of the basics, of course…. how to tell the weeds from the vegetables, how to stitch up the old fabrics into new clothes, how to cook up a good stew; but the really serious things, like how to shoot a rifle or drive one of the many trucks in the ‘motor pool’ were a complete mystery to her.



Leeanne Davidson was teaching her to shoot, and Lee’s new husband, Gar, had already started her on the driving simulator.



Mrs. Archer, her teacher at the school, was impressed with her progress, too, telling her she was nearly at an ‘eighth grade’ reading level, although her math skills were a little behind that.







Over the winter months, things in the Cave settled into a routine; between school, military training, and farming and other jobs, the newcomers from the several villages they’d freed had a lot on their plates, but, having known nothing but hard work all their lives, they stepped up and got things done. By the time spring arrived, some of them were growing restless, wanting to get back outside.







Jim knew all about this kind of restlessness; he’d wanted to get out of the Cave his entire life, just to see natural sunlight for once in his life.







He still had a lot of thinking to do, of course, but there was that old suburb to the south of them, that had survived the war pretty much intact.



Maybe, if his people could isolate that area from the old power grid, and set up a few generators to run electricity to all of the houses, they could all move into that area and set up housekeeping. It would mean drilling a few wells and setting up a water purification system, of course, but his techs could handle that. It would be a big help for the people who already lived there, too.



The Cave-trained former villagers could teach them a lot, and giving them a few dozen guns would definitely bring their diets up, considering the ample supply of deer and other wild game in the area. The absence of hunters on any real scale had allowed for a boom in the local population, and the deer had begun to migrate, following the grazing areas, which, of course meant an ample source of available protein.







They were in the center of a nearly five hundred mile radius of a soldier-free zone, but still, he’d take no chances there… he’d make sure they took along a few heavy machine guns, rocket launchers, and other deadly toys, to ensure that they could fight back… and a few of the old satellite phones, so they could call for help if they had to. A dozen of his own people had already volunteered to go along, to help them get set up and continue their training.







Doc Willis sat back at his desk in the schoolroom, while his few students studied the ten enlarged photographs on the board intently, attempting to assign names to the organs depicted. This was his advanced med school class; all seven of them.



Johnny Miller looked up at him and smirked before looking back down at his paper and writing something.







Willis smiled inwardly; if anyone would notice the trick photo, it would be young Mr. Miller.



Johnny picked up his paper, carrying it to Willis’s desk.



He looked down the list, and found that Miller had, indeed, caught the trick; the seventh line contained the words ‘Nice try, Doc…. Deer kidney’.



Willis smiled at this; his assessment of young John Miller was dead on…. not only had he seen that the kidney wasn’t human, he had identified it correctly.







His father, Jim Miller, was teaching his own class at the same moment– Ancient American History.



“As you can see, this is not the first time America has been ruled by an outside force. When loyal British troops attempted to seize arsenals of gunpowder, lead shot, and weapons from places called Lexington and Concord, it set in motion a chain of events that lead to a long, bloody war…. not unlike what we face today.”



One man raised his hand in the middle of the class.



“But sir, that was so long ago, and with such primitive weapons. Could we really stand a chance, today, considering what we’re faced with?”



Miller looked back at the man for a moment. Tim Riley was always the first to challenge him; he seemed to think that living under a Chinese yoke was acceptable.



“Mr. Riley, is slavery acceptable to you?”



“Well, no, but can’t we find some way to make peace with the soldiers? I mean, do we have to kill them like you folks have been doing? Murdering them in their beds an’ all?”



Before Miller could open his mouth to answer him, a young woman in front of Riley stood up and replied for him.



“Riley, shut up and sit down! Those bastards think we’re all their personal property! They took me from my village when I was just a kid, and held me prisoner for years, and I’m GLAD those punks are dead! If I could, I’d take them all fuckin’ prisoner, and kill them slow, with a dull knife!”



She glanced over at Jim, continuing. “Sorry, Mr. Miller… but I’m gettin’ a bit sick of this idiot’s constant whining.”



Miller nodded to her, replying. “Not at all, Miss Connor. It’s my opinion that you are completely justified in your feelings.”



Miller shot a look at Riley, who was red in the face and opening his mouth to speak again.



“Mr. Riley, perhaps you’d prefer to go back to where you were… always wondering if the soldiers would leave you enough food to last through the winter, wondering who would be the next to be beaten, or killed, which of the young women would be taken and forced into slavery…. is that what you want? It can be arranged, after all… we can have you taken back to where your village was, and leave you there. I’ll warn you, though, it’ll be awfully lonely. You’ll be the only one there.”



“Of course not! I just think we could come to a peaceful solution!”



“Mr. Riley, America was founded on a basic premise of personal freedom and accountability. Communist China, on the other hand, runs on the premise that everything you work for belongs to the state, and you only get enough to survive. Their entire worldview is that they should control the world. We live here, in our city, on the idea that what you work for is yours. I’ll earn a certain amount of credit today, in my position as a teacher. I may spend that credit at the grocery warehouse; on the other hand, I might buy myself a few boxes of ammunition for my favorite pistol and spend a relaxing few hours at the range, punching holes in paper targets, or on a few new fishing lures. Something else that the founders of this nation considered a sacred right, and target shooting and private gun ownership is something the Chinese consider a capital crime. To cut it down to basics, Mr. Riley, the Communist Chinese are our polar opposites.”



He paused for a moment to take a long drink of grape juice from the cup on his desk.



“My point is this: under American law, I have that freedom, that choice. The Chinese that you’re so quick to buddy up to would deny you that freedom. They won’t give you that choice…. That is unacceptable to me… and to everyone else in this city. If you think you’d be treated better by those invading little scumbags, by all means, feel free to go live with them. I will guarantee you, however, that you will not be treated anywhere nearly as well as you are here. They will treat you as they treat every other American citizen–as property of the State.”



Riley was red in the face at this, but he remained, thankfully, quiet.



Jim nodded to himself and continued. “On that note, folks, let’s talk about the Bill of Rights.”



He turned, pulling down a screen which contained a large version of the document in question.



“Who can tell me the source of these rights?”



A young woman at the back of the room held up her hand, and he nodded in her direction.



“The founders of the country believed they were inalienable rights, granted by God himself, Sir.”



“Excellent, Miss Marcus. Exactly right. The first ten amendments were meant to protect and to guarantee rights granted by God…. or, more basically, they are inherent rights that we are all born with. A number of them were in particular contention, in the last few decades of the twentieth and the first few of the twenty-first centuries. There was a segment of the population, for example, who thought that all civilians should be disarmed, and the second amendment should be repealed. This had been proven, time and again, to be the first act of every would-be tyrant on the planet, but some very foolish people kept trying it.”



Riley spoke up again, out of turn. “But letting everyone have a gun just encourages criminals, doesn’t it?”



“Mr. Riley, what makes a criminal, a criminal?”



The other man thought it over for a second and shrugged “Opportunity?”



“Wrong. Criminals do not obey laws, no matter how many laws you pass. Making a law against murder isn’t going to stop a man intent on killing you, nor would a law against guns. The only thing that will Always stop a bad person with a plan to kill you, to rob you, to rape you, is you fighting back. Yes, we have a small security force, here in our home; they cannot, however, be everywhere. People have to be prepared to stand up for themselves, whether that be as an individual or as a nation. That was the true meaning of the first part of the second amendment… a ‘Well regulated militia’. A well regulated militia, in the exact context of the time it was written, meant the whole body of the people, properly equipped, self trained, and ready to fight against oppression at a moment’s notice.”



He paused in thought for a long moment, then, looking straight at Riley, and continued.



“All of God’s creatures have an inherent right to self defense… the grizzly bear, for example, has his immense strength, and his sharp teeth and claws; the wolf has his sharp teeth, his speed, his cunning, and the backing of his pack mates. The common rabbit has protective coloration and bursts of speed. The equivalent of these, in man, is his inventive mind, and the hands he uses to make those things his mind has cooked up. I refuse to turn my back on any of these things. I didn’t personally invent guns, but that doesn’t mean I can’t learn to use them.”



“We live in a country that was founded on the principle of freedom; It isn’t free, right now, but we can, and will, restore that freedom.”



“I think we’ve pretty much proven, here, that the second amendment is as relevant today as it was when it was written, nearly four hundred years ago. Let’s move on, in order… which brings us to the third. This one involved some things that should, also, be familiar to many of you…”



The young woman who had spoken up earlier, Glenda Marcus, shot her hand into the air again. At Miller’s nod, she asked, “Wouldn’t that have been more along the lines of the fifth amendment, Sir? I mean, the soldiers taking our food an’ all?”



He raised an eyebrow, impressed. “I suppose I could see how you might think that, yes…. except that the fifth amendment was written, specifically, to apply to a legitimate government. These Chinese invaders are anything but that. They are an occupying army, which has no place here.”



“Yes, Sir, but they were still taking our food without just compensation.”



“True, Miss Marcus… and when anyone but the legitimate government of the United States does it, it’s called stealing. The old government got away with a lot of that sort of thing under the guise of something they called ‘eminent domain’… though they usually applied it to land they wanted…. to build a new road, for example…. something I’m hoping will be done away with under any new government we come up with.”



“I see, Sir… I guess I still have a lot of reading to do!”



Miller smiled at her, replying “Don’t we all?”



Just then, the buzzer on his desk sounded, signaling the end of the class.



As everyone began to leave their seats, he stopped them.



“Ladies and gentlemen, before you go, write this down. I would like each of you to go to the library and find a copy of a book called ‘Unintended consequences’, by a man named John Ross. Pair up, if you have to, but read that book. It has a lot of relevent history in it, but it reads like a good novel, which, in fact, it is. Dismissed.”







Billie Jean walked in to the apartment she shared with her parents, picked up the small cooler she’d packed earlier that morning and was headed out the door when her mother stopped her.



“Where are you going, girl?”



“I’m going to the lake building with Jeff for a cookout, Mama… don’t worry, I won’t be too late.”



“Billie Jean, are you doin’ things you shouldn’t oughta be doin’? I’d think, after what them soldiers done to you, you’d be stayin’ away from that sorta thing!”



“Mama, you told me, after that day, that what they did to me was wrong, and a man who loved me would treat me better, right?”



Martha nodded, almost afraid of where this was going.



“Well, how can I find a man who cares for me if I stay in this here apartment all the time?”



Martha thought it over, but couldn’t come up with an answer that made sense.



“Well, honey, I just don’t want you gettin’ hurt, is all…. who is this ‘Jeff’, anyway?”



“It’s Jeff O’Neill, mama…. you know him, an’ his parents, too… he’s from our old village. Him and I used to weed the fields together.”



“Oh… alright, then. I remember him. He’s a good boy. You just be sure he doesn’t go gettin’ any funny ideas, y’hear? What’s he doin’ with his time these days, anyway?”



“He’s workin’ in the cornfields, and going to school, plus he’s takin’ the soldier training, just like me. C’mon, mama…. I’ve been workin’ real hard all week… I need a break!”



Martha nodded. She knew her daughter was working very hard, between the school and the daycare center and getting the soldier training. If she pushed too hard, she’d snap. Still, Billie Jean was her only daughter, and she knew the child was vulnerable.



Jeff was just walking up to her door as she stepped out, cooler in hand. He saw the look on her face and frowned.



“BJ, are you alright?”



“Yeah… Mama’s just worried about me… thinks you an’ me might be doin’ things we shouldn’t be doin’.”



“What did you tell her?”



“What else could I tell her? We’re gonna have a cookout at the lake, then you’re gonna fuck my brains out!”



He stopped, stunned at her words. “Are you kidding?”



“Of course, I’m kidding! You really think I’d tell my mother THAT?”



“I don’t know… you’ve gotten a bit wild, here, lately. No tellin’, anymore.”



She turned to look at him, grinning.



“Well, it ain’t gonna happen today, unless you brought along some o’ them rubber things Mickey uses…. the doctor told me that shot he gave me will take a few days to really take effect. I don’t want you gettin’ me in the family way.”

This is the first submission that i am attempting. I hope that you enjoy it. My stories are not for everyone, but i am comfortable and confident in who i am and the life paths i’ve chosen. I have decided not to have my very first submission edited as i wanted the raw version as my debut.



I arrived at the hotel early, far before the other slut was told to arrive. Wearing nothing but my coat and some stiletto heels, i strutted down the hallway, eager for the night to begin. I made sure to remove my coat before even knocking on the door, so that i am completely naked before You when You open it. It feels like You wait an eternity before answering my knock. You open the door with a big smile as You give me the once over and see my cunt visibly dripping down my leg.



Without a word being spoken, i am down on all fours, crawling across the room to assume my position at Your feet. I am unsure as to whether or not the other slut really knows what she is in for. You decide it is probably best if i have the telltale signs of Your leather freshly marking up my skin. Not enough to cause her any alarm, but just enough to make her cunt wet at the very sight of them. My cunt had been dripping all day long just thinking of You using another slut alongside me and Your leather just made it flow all the more. As You went over Your expectations for me for the evening i became more and more focused.



Suddenly there was a knock on the door. The other slut had arrived a bit early! Seems she’s just as eager to begin the evening as W/we are. I hold my display position on all fours as You go to answer the door, stealing a quick taste of my slutty cunt as i make myself comfortable to meet my fellow fucktoy. She is standing at the door, also naked and barely bigger than i am.



I had met her on a popular BDSM website. Just a few years younger than myself but equally in tune with her sexuality and the depraved needs that consume us. I felt a sense of pride that i had finally connected so intimately with another slut that i could help serve my Master beside. Blonde, smallish tits with huge nipples and shaved smooth below the eyebrows made my mouth water. The ass on this slut was, like mine, smooth and tight. I couldn’t wait to taste her.



You take her coat and instruct her to get down on her knees before entering the room. Knowing i am watching Your every move with her, You ask her if she is as ready as Your fucktoy for the night to begin. You instruct her to take Your thick cock in her mouth right then and there if she is. My cunt throbs as i see her quickly take Your semi hard cock in her slutty mouth. She starts sucking You off and before she gets a chance to even get a taste of Your precum, You pull her by her hair off Your cock and tell her she will have to earn that properly.



You allow her into the room, still down on her knees, and instruct her to crawl over to me so we can properly greet each other. I meet her with a big smile and simply introduce myself as fucktoy and am very pleased when she looks at You and asks if she may touch Your toy. Laughing You tell her to go right ahead, how else are sluts supposed to greet each other after all? Before she even has time to look back at me, my hand has already found her cunt. Cleanly shaved, as instructed, i rub her cunt just enough to feel that she is as dripping wet as i am. She wastes no time at all and plunges a few fingers in my aching cunt, shocking me a little with her eagerness to invade my fuck hole. I clean myself off her fingers as You walk over, admiring us getting acquainted with each other. Your leather in hand, You give me a nice quick lash across my back so that both of our attention is focused back on You.



She looks a little shocked as i moan out in pleasure from Your warning shot. You glare at her with a cool, calm and ask if she would like a taste of Your leather as well. She smiles and nods yes but then i remind her she should probably beg nicely for it. “Please Sir” drips out of her mouth. You tell her to get her ass in the air and i waste no time at all positioning myself under her, eager to get at her cunt while You give her a few lashes to her ass. I can feel her tense up slightly as she lets out a few yelps, but my tongue flicking her clit only makes her beg for more. Never one to let any slut direct the action You tell her no. Not yet anyways.



Both of us get on our knees before You, Your cock hard as a rock from the sight of seeing us so in sync before You. We wait with slightly open mouths, hoping You will allow us to taste the precum we can both see on the tip of Your hard cock. Instead You take a seat and lean back, telling us both to crawl to You.



Begging You with our eyes to let us taste Your skin, i let her get the first crack at Your cock as i eagerly go straight for Your ass. I can hear her gag as she tries right off the hop to get You all the way down her slutty throat. Each little gag makes me want to ram my tongue deeper in Your ass, eating it like Your proper little fuckpig, desperate to be allowed to get a taste of Your cock as well.



I work my way up to Your balls as she continues to try to get Your thick cock down her throat. I lick up Your shaft as she sucks just the tip of Your cock and soon my mouth meets hers and i can taste a hint of Your precum on her lips. It makes me all the more desperate to get You down my throat as well.



I look up to You, and You nod with a smile, as i slowly and carefully force Your cock down my throat as far as it will go. She begins sucking Your balls as i do so and i can feel You grab the back of my head and force Yourself even farther down my throat. Not to be outdone, i take it all, unable to breath and i can feel the other slut’s hand find its way to my soaking wet cunt. It distracts me slightly and i gag on Your cock before You let me come up for air.



She seemed to do a better job of getting Your thick cock down her throat, and so You decide to reward her first. I get Your cock wet with my mouth, making sure it is lubed up enough to work its way into her tight ass, before i lay on my back on the ground. You guide her so that she is bent over me and my mouth has easy access to her wet cunt. I immediately begin feasting on her, shoving most of my fingers straight into her cunt as i suck hard on her clit.



I can feel You position Yourself against her ass before You plunge balls deep into her. She jerks forward and screams out in pleasurable pain, not expecting You to go so deep on the first stroke, something i am accustomed to. You remind her to stay still or else my ass will be filled instead.



I can feel Your cock deep in her ass against my hand which has begun opening up her cunt nicely.



Every stroke makes me want to force more of my hand deep in her wet fuckhole. I can tell by her movements that she is both in pain and pleasure, never having been filled that much before. You are laying waste to her ass now, firmly gripping her by her hair and pulling back on her head with every stroke for leverage. I know she cannot move so in one quick motion i force my entire hand in her dripping cunt. I almost cum myself just from feeling how full she is, both her holes being completely forced open as she cries out, begging to cum.



No cum is to be wasted tonight though, so You tell her she may as long as my mouth is planted firmly over her cunt to catch every last drop of her. I pull out my hand and suction over her now gaping cunt as a stream of juice enters my mouth. You are very pleased and decide to reward me with Your cock. Mouth still full of her cunt juice, You pull out of her ass and feed Your cock right into my mouth, fucking it just as You had fucked the sluts ass. I can taste her cum and ass mix in my mouth and it almost drives me over the edge. She has moved away from us now and inspired by my fist going in deep in her, she begins working her fist in to my absolutely dripping cunt. No warm up though, fist straight in with a jarring shove. Ramming it in and out with no mercy, You quickly let me get another taste of Your ass as i lay there on my back.



You can tell by the urgency that i am eating Your ass with that i need to cum. You grab Your leather and begin lashing my tits as You tell her to destroy my cunt as hard as she can with her fist. She takes Your hint and actually begins working her other fist in as well, alternating at first, then quickly shoving them both in as i begin to unleash my own flow of cum. Squirting all over the other slut You lash me harder and harder.



You tell us that is enough, You want to use my ass now. I quickly get up and lick the other slut clean of all my squirt that covered her body. You are sitting on the couch now and i know exactly where i should be. I turn around and impale my ass on Your cock, almost cumming as i do so. Your cock fits my ass perfectly and i slide balls deep instantly.



O/our new slut wastes no time moving over to play with Your balls, sucking on them and then moving farther down to rim Your ass. I can feel her fingers at the entrance to my cunt, teasing it slightly as she knows exactly what i want her to do. She slowly forces her hand into my cunt, almost tearing it open as she does so. She is forcing her way, ignoring any resistance Your cock is providing from inside my ass. Slowly working her way in until she is wrist deep in me and rubbing against Your cock from the inside. She is attempting to jerk You off from inside me, as my holes are torn apart.



She goes back to sucking on Your balls and rimming Your asshole, all while working Your cock from deep within me. I can tell by Your eagerness that You are getting close to filling my ass with Your hot load. You slide almost all the way out, so just Your tip is in my now stretched out hole. I beg You to let me cum, which You allow despite me not getting a taste of Your leather with it. I can feel Your load shoot in my ass and it causes me to cum instantly all over the sluts hand. She pulls it out and licks it clean herself, not a drop of my cum wasted. You pull slowly out of my ass and i clench so that nothing drips from my ruined ass and get down beside the slut.



She knows exactly what to do and i can feel her quickly lock her lips over my swollen asshole, rimming me, trying to get every last drop from my gaping fuck hole. You shot quite the load in me which provides her with a huge mouthful. Now i do know how to share, but i am not about to let some slut take all my Masters cum, so i turn around, mouth open. She gets the hint to share the load and spits all of it into my mouth. You sit back and smile at Your two sluts sharing so nicely. I swallow it all and lick her face clean as she managed to make quite the mess of herself eagerly licking my ass clean of Your cum.



You light a smoke and relax with a beer while You recover Yourself a bit and get another load ready for us to devour. My ass is a nicely ruined mess and i beg the slut to try to fist it, seeing as how it is staying opened up. I bend over in front of You so that You can get a perfect view of her working her hand into my ass. Her fingers slide in easily but You can tell she is being far too careful with me and grab her hand, forcing it all the way in as i scream in painful pleasure. Her hand completely disappears into my ass, wrist deep as my body spasms, trying to hold in another orgasm.



Your cock has not yet been cleaned of my ass so You stand in front of me so i may lick every inch of it clean as she twists her fist deeper and deeper into me. You ask me if i am ready to get my belly filled. I know exactly what You mean by that and i wrap my lips around just the tip of Your cock. I can feel a stream of Your hot piss fill my mouth and it is more than i can take. You sense that i am cumming and with Your leather in hand, You begin lashing my back. I do not spill one drop of You as the slut works her fist in and out of my ass. At this point, she is brutally working me, going completely out then right back in.



I am shaking through an earth shattering orgasm as You pull Your cock out of my mouth and let the last drops out on my face. Slut has already begun licking her hand clean of me and You remind her to share and to make sure to lick my cunt clean of all my own cum that is literally flowing out of me at this point.



As a reward for reaming my ass so nicely, You allow her some lashes of Your leather, stroking Your cock as You look at me recovering on the floor beside her, belly full of piss, cunt still dripping and twitching from my huge orgasm You allowed me to have. You decide to let me just watch for a bit, handing me my dildo so i can keep my ass occupied while You use the other slut for a bit. My ass is so destroyed that i do not even need lube, the dildo slides right in and i begin working myself slowly with it.



You take slut and bend her over the couch. I can see You slowly drive Your cock into the slut’s ass, making her beg for every inch of You as You force her head back, pulling hard by her hair You utter filthy obscenities at her. Each one, whore, slut, fuckpig, makes me drive the dildo harder and harder into my own ass, wishing it was Your cock in me once again.



Without having to be told to, i come behind You and begin rimming Your ass as You fill the slut deeper and deeper. Forcing my tongue in as far as it will go, in and out, tasting every bit of Your sweaty ass that i can.



Slut is screaming at this point to cum, which You allow her, as You begin pounding the life out of her. I can see a steady stream of juice squirting out of her which i quickly try to catch in my mouth. She is uncontrollably squirting at this point, completely flooding me as i try hard to not let one drop go to waste.



You cannot hold on any longer and unleash Your load into the slut, pulling her so hard by her hair that You almost break her. Pulling out, You are greeted by my mouth, eagerly licking every last bit of the sluts ass off of Your cock. Tasting Your cum mixed with her ass makes me beg for Your full load, which You allow me to have. She has already begun leaking it onto the floor beneath her, which i quickly lick up before going for the rest of it from her ass. My tongue quickly is buried in her ass so that Your cum begins flowing out of it properly and as it leaks out i lick up every last drop.



Proudly i show You the full load in my mouth before going to kiss slut and share the reward of Your cum with her. You have had Your fill for now and instruct us to clean each other up. Immediately we start 69′ing, cleaning each other’s holes completely of all lube and cum.



In another moment of generosity, You allow us each to cum one more time as we keep cleaning each other up, before You instruct me to hop in the tub. You come in and reward me for being such a good fucktoy with a golden stream of Your hot piss, not having to share it, as it splashes all over my face, tits and into my eagerly opened mouth.



You let me get cleaned up a bit as You show the other slut the door, still covered in a mix of all O/our depraved juices, at least You let her have her coat as she walks dazed down the hallway.



When i get out of the shower, You are waiting there with Your leather asking me if i am ready for a good dose of pain… I must have been a very good girl i thought to myself, as i got down in my position at Your feet…where i belong.

Working in retail in December is not the easiest way to get into the Christmas spirit Susan thought as she finished serving the last customer of the day. It was December 23rd and she was exhausted from the endless stream of frantic customers. Her friend and co-worker, Lisa, opened the door to let the gentleman out.



After closing it again, Lisa turned to her and said, “I wish I was off tomorrow. Let’s go get a drink at O’Reilly’s Pub to reward ourselves for making it through another day in lingerie store Christmas shopping hell and the lecherous clientele this season brings out.”



Susan turned to look at Lisa. Like Susan, she was in her mid twenties. Lisa was definitely attractive with her shoulder length blond hair tied in a loose ponytail with a red ribbon. It complemented the red dress and pearl necklace. Being low cut and framed with a lace bodice didn’t hurt either. Lisa was leaning against the door waiting for a response.



Susan looked at her watch. It read 9:32 PM. “What the hell, I couldn’t unwind if I went straight home anyway. It will take us another fifteen minutes to finish the closing procedures though.”



Lisa smiled. “Put the cash in the vault and let’s go. We’re both scheduled to open the store tomorrow morning so we can do it then. We want to hurry before the pub gets too crowded or we won’t find a seat.”



Susan nodded. “O.k. let me grab my purse and coat from the back room and we can head out.” Lisa had already gotten her coat and had tucked it behind the counter. She retrieved it while Susan went to the employees’ room to get her stuff.



Susan called out, “Maybe I should just go home. I’m not exactly dressed for a night on the town and I’m tired and hungry.”



“You’re just fishing for compliments. You know that you look good. Babe with those tits, ass and legs you’d be ready if you were wearing a burlap sack, let alone that white top and black skirt. And you’re definitely working those black knee high boots too. Guys will be drooling over you.”



“Lisa! I wasn’t fishing. I’ve decided that this is probably a bad idea, so I’ll be having one drink with you before I head home.”



“Babe, when did you stop being a party girl? Back in college we could go to an all night rave and still make it to work early the next morning.”



“When I got married. I don’t think my husband would appreciate other guys hitting on me.”



The two ladies walked to the pub which was just across the street from the mall they worked in. It was loud and crowded with mall staff that wasn’t ready to call it a night yet. They didn’t see any open tables so Lisa grabbed Susan’s hand as she pushed through the crowd to the bar.



There was a high stool open. Lisa hopped up and perched on the edge crossing her legs as she sat. The hem of her dress slid up to reveal a generous portion of her upper thigh as she crossed her legs.



This display did not go unnoticed. A group of four young men were right beside her and they all stared briefly at her nylon clad legs before returning to their own conversation. One of the men was sitting on the stool beside Lisa leaning back against the bar. He looked at her and then at Susan. He said, “Here, you make take my seat,” as he stood up and gestured to the stool.



“Thanks, that is very nice of you,” Susan said. “I really appreciate the chance to sit down.”



“I am sure you’re tired. I saw you working in the lingerie Hut. It looked crazy busy in there. Can I buy you a drink? “



“I’m married. Thanks for the offer though,” Susan said.



“I’m Dan and I don’t see why that would stop you from accepting a free drink. The offer is for both of you.” He smiled and waited.



“Dan, we’d both love a glass of white wine,” Lisa responded. “I’m Lisa and this tough nut is Susan.” He ordered the drinks for the girls and a beer for himself. Once everyone had their drinks Dan introduced the ladies to his friends: Todd, Carter and Joe. “We’re celebrating our big commissions tonight. We work at the Big and Tall Menswear store.”



The conversation flowed easily among the group as they mostly talked about some of the worst customers they had each faced that day. The time passed quickly and more drinks were consumed.



Carter said, “We’ve reserved a table for eight but half our group bailed out. Would you care to join us?”



Lisa said, “I’m starving. That sounds like a great idea.” She looked at Susan and gestured for her to respond in the affirmative as well.



Susan realized that she was hungry too but she had already had two more drinks than she had intended. She ignored her friend and said, “I better head home. Thanks for the offer though.”



Lisa shook her head and stared at her friend as she said, ‘Susan, I thought you said your husband is out of town. Why not enjoy a meal with good company? I know you’ve only got a bowl of cold cereal waiting for you at home.”



While Susan contemplated her response, Carter began massaging her shoulders from behind and softly stated, “We would love to have your company a little longer.”



Susan leaned into him and said, “You’ve convinced me. Let’s eat.”



The group was led to a long booth. Todd and Dan quickly sat on opposite sides of the booth. Carter guided Susan to the seat beside Dan and then sat beside her. Joe directed Lisa to sit in the middle on the opposite side from her friend between himself and Todd.



More drinks were ordered while the menus were reviewed. Susan was on her sixth drink by the time her food had arrived. Being a petite girl standing only 5’2″ and weighing 102 lb, this was a lot of wine in a relatively short time. She was definitely feeling an alcohol buzz.



Dan and Carter were both tall black men standing at least a foot taller than Susan. After they finished their meal, the two men moved close to her. Carter resumed massaging her neck and shoulders while Dan lifted her right leg onto his lap and began massaging her knee just above her long boots. She glanced over at Lisa and saw that she was locked in a kiss with Todd and Joe was nuzzling her neck from behind.



Susan knew she shouldn’t be letting this happen but it felt so good. She turned her body and lifted her left leg onto Dan’s lap as well. She leaned back into Carter and let out a soft moan. “That feels so good,” she sighed.



Dan and Carter exchanged a smile and wink as their hands began to explore Susan’s body further. Carter’s hands moved in wider circles brushing across Susan’s chest and dancing along the nape of her neck. Dan now had both hands rubbing her thighs moving in longer strokes from her knees and up under the hem of her skirt.



As his hand moved higher he felt the top of her stockings. He casually asked, “Are you wearing stockings or pantyhose?”



“I work in a lingerie shop; of course I’m wearing stockings.”



“Me too,” Lisa declared.



Dan asked, “And your panties, what kind are they?”



“Usually I wear either low-rise lace briefs or boy shorts, but today…” Susan lifted her skirt to let Dan see. “I’m wearing Christmas themed string bikini briefs. You can see Rudolph right in the middle.”



That wasn’t all Dan could see. He saw that the string was buried between her pussy lips and that her pussy was slick and the lips were engorged. He reached out with his right hand and cupped her pussy. She pushed into his hand and dropped her skirt.



Feeling emboldened, Carter quickly opened the top two buttons on her top and slid his hand inside her half-cup bra. He began caressing her nipple with the palm of his hand. “Nice set of B cups you’ve got. It makes for a delicious handful.”



“You don’t know anything. Lisa has Bs. Your holding Ds now. It’s a good thing you have big hands or I’d be spilling out all over.”



Joe got up from the table to square the bill with the waitress while his friends continued to explore the two women.



Todd and Lisa had progressed to heavy petting by the time Joe returned. He said, “Time to go. I’ve paid the bill and I’m driving.”



Both ladies got up to followed him without hesitation or protest.



Susan was drunk and held up her arms saying, “Is anyone going to help a lady in distress?”



Dan and Carter stood on either side of her wrapping an arm around her waist and guiding her through the pub to the front door.



When they got to Joe’s minivan Susan said, “Wait, I have to do something before we get in.” She reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down to her ankles. Then she put a hand on Carter’s shoulder for balance and pulled her left foot out. She raised her right foot with the panties dangling off the end and said, “Dan be a sweetie and grab those.”



When he took them she said, “Wait, there’s something else.” She pulled off her coat, “Dan hold this for a minute.”



Once he took her coat, she reached behind her back and unlatched her bra. She removed it from under her shirt and she held it out to Carter pointing at the tag. “36 D.” She then dropped the bra into Carter’s hand and took her coat back from Dan. Todd and Lisa were gave her applause for the skillful display.



“Now we can go,” she said.



Lisa, not to be outdone, kissed Joe and then Todd. She stepped back unzipping her coat and said, “Not yet because now it’s my turn.” She began in similar fashion to Susan. She reached under her dress and pulled off her panties and tossed them to Joe. Then she took off her coat and handed it to Dan. She reached back and unzipped her dress. She shrugged it off her shoulders and let it fall in a pile at her feet. She stepped back, picked it up and handed it to Joe too. “Merry Christmas, boys,” she said as she did a little twirl.



“Where are we going?” she asked as she climbed into the van.



“My place,” Susan said. “It’s big, it’s close, and there’s no one there.”



She gave Joe the directions and then climbed into the back row of seats between Dan and Carter. Lisa and Todd resumed their heavy petting in the middle row. Joe Sat up front alone. He was still holding Lisa’s panties and dress. He laid her dress on the passenger seat and hung her panties from the rear-view mirror before he started the car.



In less than ten minutes, Joe was pulling into the driveway at Susan’s house. He stopped and turned in his seat planning to say “we’re here” but he was silenced by the sight, sound and smell of sex. Lisa was on her knees giving Todd a blow job. Her bare ass pointed in Joe’s direction with her shaved pussy and ass in clear view. Susan had her legs spread wide across the laps of Carter and Dan. Her shirt was unbuttoned to the waist and her heavy breasts were exposed. She had a cock in each hand, a mouth on each breast and two pairs of hands buried in her crotch.



Joe flipped on the dome light. Pulled out his phone and started to record the scene taking place in front of him. Four minutes later he announced, “We’re here.”



Susan kissed both men she was sharing a seat with and got up.



Lisa removed the cock from her mouth and asked Todd, “Do you want to continue this inside?”



Todd nodded and kissed her before pulling his pants up.



Everyone quickly moved inside the house.



Lisa and Todd walked into the living room. They embraced and Lisa unbuttoned his pants. Todd’s pants were around his ankles when Lisa pulled him on top of her on the sofa. She guided his hard cock to her pussy and they started fucking.



Susan hung up her coat. Then she walked to the kitchen and grabbed two bottles of wine from the refrigerator. She walked back to the front hall.



The guys were all watching Lisa and Todd fuck. Each of them had a phone out and they were recording the action as Lisa moved on top of Todd and remounted him riding cowgirl. Her ass bounced as she rode up and down on his cock. Todd grabbed it and spread the cheeks as they fucked.



Joe said, “Slap that ass.”



Todd immediately started to spank Lisa’s cheeks, alternating left and right with each down thrust she made. Her ass started to turn pink from the abuse but she never cried out in pain.



Todd was quickly approaching climax and he pulled out and shot his load across her ass and lower back. Lisa collapsed on top of him and they lay there breathing heavily.



Susan was leaning in the doorway and said, “I have a king size bed. Is anyone going to join me?”



She didn’t wait for an answer. She turned and walked up the stairs to her bedroom. She turned on the lights and put the wine on the night table. Next, she threw herself across the bed on her back and smoothed down her skirt and closed her top across her chest and belly doing up one button in the middle.



Carter, Dan and Joe followed her up the stairs and hesitated in the doorway. “Shit, I forgot the glasses,” she said as they entered the room. “Could one of you go down and get them? Don’t be shy now! You got me started in the car and I’m still interested.”



Carter slapped Joe on the shoulder and said, “Hey, white boy, why don’t you go get the glasses like the lady asked and check to see if there’s anything besides wine to drink. Don’t worry, I might save you something.” Then he moved over to the foot of the bed and started to remove his jacket.



Susan swung around and sat at the side of the bed saying, “Wait, take off the jacket and tie then come around here and let me help with the rest.” Carter pulled off his suit jacket and his tie and walked over and stood in front of Susan. She reached out and grabbed his hips and pulled him closer. She then started to unbutton his shirt beginning at the lowest button.



Once all the buttons were undone, she stood up and kissed each nipple on his chest as she exposed it. She slid the shirt from his shoulders. “Do you like that?” She then rubbed and lightly kissed him starting at his lips and then proceeding down his chest to his belly. As she started to unbuckled his belt Carter tried to move his hands into her partially open shirt. She sat back on the bed and said, “Wait your turn. I’ll tell you when you can take my clothes off. I’m not even at the halfway mark with you boys yet.”



“Carter, I want you to take off your shoes and socks and stand right there and wait for me. Dan, I want you to remove your jacket and tie and come over and stand beside your friend.”



Dan moved into position as instructed. Susan stood up and placed her hands on either side of his face and pulled him forward for a kiss on the lips. Dan tried to probe into her mouth with his tongue and she immediately stopped the kiss. “You need to play fair or I won’t let you play at all. In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m the only girl in the room.”



Susan began to unbutton his shirt as she finished talking. She was smiling and staring into Dan’s brown eyes. Once the buttons were opened she repeated the process she had done in removing Carter’s shirt, kissing down his body until she was seated on the bed and unbuckling his belt.



Joe came into the room saying “I found this bottle of Crown Royal and I brought up some tumblers as well as the wine glasses. Who wants a drink?”



Susan stopped what she was doing and Dan groaned, “Why now? Couldn’t you take another few minutes?”



Susan replied, “Joe, you need to catch up with your friends if you want to play. Put down that stuff and get over here.” Joe was wearing a sweater and jeans not the suit and tie that the two black men were wearing.



Carter said,”No, hand me the bottle and glasses. We need drinks to keep that buzz going.” Carter poured four shots of whiskey and passed them around. He then said, “O.k. on three. 1 — 2 — 3.”



Everyone gulped their shots of whiskey and handed the glasses to Carter. “Another?” He asked Susan.



She shook her head and turned her attention to Joe. She looked up and realized that he was easily the tallest man she had encountered. “How tall are you?” She asked.



“I’m 7 feet 3 inches tall and I weigh about 315 pounds.” He replied.



He was standing in front of her. She spread her legs apart in a seated position and grabbed the top of his jeans and pulled him closer. She moved both hands under the front of his sweater confirming that he wasn’t wearing a shirt underneath. His belly was hairy, and she ran her hands up under the shirt until she reached his nipples.



She stood up raising the sweater to his chin. Joe reached down and helped to pull the sweater over his head. While he was occupied with his sweater, she opened the front of her shirt exposing her breasts. She reached around his waist and pressed her tits into his belly and rubbed her face in his chest. Then she started to slowly slide down the front of his body to her knees.



Her face was level with his crotch as she unbuttoned his jeans. She reached between his legs and pulled herself forward, pressing her mouth to the outside of his jeans. She could feel his cock through the pants. She exhaled. Joe could feel the warmth from her mouth on his cock in spite of the jeans.



Susan moved back and said, “O.K., now I want each of you to turn your back to me and remove your pants and everything but your underwear. I want you to keep it on for now.”



Carter and Joe immediately did as instructed but Dan just stood there facing her. “What’s wrong?” she asked.



“I’m not wearing underwear.”



“Oh, then keep your pants on for now and turn around.”



Susan removed her shirt and stood behind Carter. She was now only wearing the Garter and stockings with the black boots. He only had on a pair of grey boxer briefs. She pressed into his back with her tits and reached into the front of his underwear. She pulled out his cock and started to give him a hand job. She directed him to turn around and she pulled down his underwear to his knees. She cupped his balls as she continued to stroke his hard cock. She looked up and said, “Now you keep it ready while I get the rest.”



Susan stood up and moved behind Dan. She asked,, “Are you ready?”



Dan nodded.



She unzipped his pants and grabbed them by the waist at each hip. She dropped to her knees, pulling his pants down to the floor. Susan then licked from his left ankle up to the cheek of his ass before moving down to repeat the action on his right leg. This time when she got to his right ass cheek, she reached between his legs and lifted the shaft of his cock. While she stroked his cock she stuck the index finger of her other hand in her mouth. She pulled the wet finger out and played with the entrance to Dan’s anus. “I see you like anal play,” she said. “Now you keep that lovely cock hard while I check on Joe.”



“Oh my, someone appears to be in distress.” She said looking at Joe’s cock tenting the front of his briefs. “Maybe this will help.”



Susan turned Joe so that he was facing her. She reached up as high as she could and kissed his upper chest. She started to lower herself leaving a trail of wet kisses down his body towards the band of his briefs. Her nipples were erect and gently danced against his skin as she moved.



She slowly lowered his underwear releasing his cock from its constraints as her face came even with it. It sprang out and struck her on the left cheek leaving a spot of pre-cum.



She suddenly had the urge to take Joe’s cock in her mouth. She opened her mouth and licked the pre-cum from the slit in the top before sliding her lips over the head. Her mouth was stretched wide as she held his cock in her mouth.



It felt good. It tasted good too. She wanted more. She held the shaft with both hands as she tried to force the cock deeper.



Joe took a step back and she followed, trying to keep him in her mouth. He reached down and took her hands off his cock and intertwined his fingers with hers. Her eyes were starting to water with the effort. Joe released her hands and held her head. Someone grabbed her hands and held them behind her back. She couldn’t look around to see who it was because Joe was holding her firmly in place as his cock continued to press in her mouth.



She was shocked to feel the cock move into her throat. Joe started to thrust, going deeper with each stroke. She tried to relax and take in more of his cock.

Captives in Colombia – Ch. 05



Trisha’s perspective…



We stayed our third night above the Russian FSB dungeon complex…that was about all I knew for sure. The humid Colombian air permeated the entire city and snuck through the boarded windows. It was very similar to the original room in which we’d been kept when the two Russians Ivan and Igor had first interrogated us. But there was one hugely significant difference.



Any pretext of what we were there for had vanished. We were no longer captives being interrogated for information. There was no longer anything of use I might tell our Russian spymaster, Dmitri Aleksi Borodin, to bargain for my future. Instead I found myself, surreally, horrifically, bound naked in a beautiful room with marble flooring. Whereas the outside appearance of the building, with its boarded up windows, must’ve looked dilapidated and appalling, here I lay on a gorgeous bed in a sea of plush cushions.



My golden blonde hair spread like a second blanket down my back, making me hotter yet in the humid room. Gabriella, her long, dark cascades of hair just as heat-inducing, snuggled close to me by force rather than choice. She too was naked. Our wrists were cuffed around each other’s torsos so that we were forced to lie together in the bed. For good measure Dmitri had even commanded us to hug closely, our breasts pressed against each other. A webcam perched in the corner of the room reminded us that anyone could be watching, whether FSB guard or Dmitri himself. I could smell her musk and the stink of my own sweat as we lay helplessly in the hellish heat.



The room was dark, but an alarm clock in the corner washed the bed in a blue haze of light. By the light I couldn’t see Gabriella’s face, but she could see mine. Carefully I mouthed the words to her. They seemed ludicrous, insane, especially now. I didn’t know where they’d taken my sister, Carly, and as far as I knew we were Dmitri’s property to do with as he saw fit…sex slaves with no will of our own.



But still, I said those words:



“We have to get out of here.”



I sensed rather than saw Gabriella’s eyes flutter open. She sighed, a languished, broken sound.



“I am a fuck-toy. Fuck-toys do not escape,” she murmured. “I live only for Dmitri’s cock inside me.”



Again I felt rather than saw her defeated stare. She gently brushed her lips against mine. “At least I can share in my fate with a friend I love,” she murmured again, as if intoxicated. Ever since her brutal fucking last night at the hands of Dmitri, when she’d suckled my ring-pierced nipple and rode Dmitri’s cock in the evil bastard’s personal hot tub, I’d seen a drastic change come over her. It was like she wasn’t even the same person. Her will had almost completely disappeared. The degrading sex slave that Dmitri encouraged her to be had completely taken over her persona.



There were moments of clarity, flashes of the old Gabriella. But not many.



“Gaby, stop talking like this! You and I know that we can do this. We need to keep our heads on straight. We need to keep our eyes opened for an opportunity!”



Gabriella rubbed her breasts enticingly against mine as I groaned and asked her to stop. She kissed the side of my neck. “Foolish Trisha. Always so stubborn. Maybe you don’t remember – I am the one who gave them the information about the safe house. It’s my fault that Ivy and Danica” – those were President Gerald Kane’s daughters – “were captured.”



The unspoken implication was clear. Gabriella felt that she deserved the fate she’d been dealt. Whether or not she truly reveled in her cruel sexual servitude – that was another question. At first I’d thought that Gabriella’s enthusiasm towards Dmitri was just a charade. Now that was seeming less and less certain.



We heard a heavy lock being disengaged. The door to our luxurious bedroom swung open and a large African wearing military fatigues stomped in. Gomar was his name, if I remembered right.



“Please let us go!” I pleaded, knowing it was probably useless. The huge African guard gave us a toothy grin.



“Time for a bathroom break. Each of you will get a turn if you behave.” First he undid Gabriella’s restraints, taking her into the bathroom with its perfect, onyx-swirl patterned countertops and marble tiles. A minute or two later she was escorted back into our bedroom, but Gomar had a strange look as he admired my brunette friend’s naked ass.



“Hmm. Since I let you use the bathroom, perhaps your pussy wants to thank me, yes?” Gomar teased. I gaped as the big African – at least 6’8, nearly all of him raw muscle – jerked off his combat boots and pants and threw off his camouflaged shirt and jacket.



“Please Master be gentle!” Gabriella protested.



“No! Stop it! Don’t touch her!” I shouted. Gabriella was bent over our bed, her wrists having been bound with wire behind her back. She let out a hiss of breath as Gomar slowly spread her cheeks, admiring the pouting lips of her sex.



“Ooohhh yes, little sweet slave. You’re already a little wet for big Gomar,” the crude African guard murmured approvingly. He carefully snuck two fingers into her snatch, then pulled them out and brought them sensuously to his lips.



“Mmm…and you TASTE as good as you LOOK,” he rumbled. I saw his huge cock – nearly 13 inches of unyielding flesh – and it made me want to pass out.



“Listen you little prick! Leave her the fuck alone!” My savage words threw the cruel guard for a loop. He couldn’t believe my defiance, and truth be told, I couldn’t blame him. Despite my several days of brutal captivity I still had it in me to resist, to tell these bastards that what they were doing was wrong. The moment I saw the smoldering anger on his face I knew I was going to pay for my words.



“Come here bitch,” he motioned at me.



Now my cuffed hands had been temporarily released. He’d had to uncuff me so that he could extricate the two of us and take Gabriella to the bathroom. Once he’d stood Gabriella up he had forgotten to re-cuff my wrists.



I blanched as he grabbed me by the neck and yanked me towards the edge of the bed where Gabriella lay bent over and prone. Suddenly I found a large, black dick in my face. I pressed my lips shut and turned my head away, but when he grasped both my nipples and squeezed hard my scream was met by his cock being shoved down my throat.



I nearly gagged but somehow managed to take him in. Immediately the guard’s pre-cum, tangy and with a slight hint of sweetness, bloomed on my palate. I instinctually placed my hands on his hairy legs as he thrust his cock in and out between my lips. One hand fisted tightly in my hair and the other…well, it was far from idle. I felt my cheeks burn as he gently stroked my clit. At first there were slow, circular thrusts of his forefinger against my sex…but these soon changed into more rapid thrusts up and down. Each graze against my clit felt like a jolting tingle that the instinctual part of me wished would just grow and grow.



He thrust his cock towards the back of my throat. I made gurgling noises as he pulled out, the extra cum dangling from my lips. He wiped the excess pre-cum that now crowned his eager cock against my breasts, making them glisten in the pale, blue light.



“Now, dumb blonde bitch. Feel lucky that I did not ream your tight asshole for your disobedient words. Since you’ve lubed me up nicely, it’s time for your friend’s reward.”



I watched, feeling helpless and torn, as he carefully pressed his humongous, bulbous cock-head between Gabriella’s pussy lips. He grasped her cuffed wrists in one big hand and pressed her into the bed and he entered her. I heard her gasp and then I felt her entire weight on the mattress being thrust forward as Gomar’s cock lanced deep inside her, striving for her cervix.



I saw in dazed resignation – disbelief had died long ago – as the big guard raped one of my best friend’s with his big, angry cock. What made it even more appalling though were the sounds that Gabriella slowly began to make. Her lilting moans, hesitant at first, then growing in urgency, filled the air along with the smell of her moistening sex. Sure enough, Gomar had been right. She seemed to be hot and ready for him. Her squelching sex began to capture his cock like a velvet refuge. I looked on in disbelief as Gabriella began to grunt and thrust her hips back against Gomar’s impaling penis, completing the penetration for him.



“Oohhh sweet girl…you know how to fuck a cock properly! This is good. We will now see if your friend is as fast a learner!” With those abrupt words he pulled out of her. My eyes widened in shock. Gomar grasped me by the neck and told me to jump on his cock.



“Come, jump on, blondie! We can fuck standing up. I can handle your slender, feathery weight and we’ll let gravity do the rest. Come fuck this big, African dick, bitch. You know how much you want me deep inside you.” He said these disgusting words even as he slapped my ass cheeks and cruelly pinched my nipples. Still I struggled and writhed…all the while feeling his hard manhood pressed against my abdomen.



“Please Master, wait! I’ll fuck you!’ I protested. I had to buy time, that was all that was going through my head.



He seemed intrigued by my sudden change of tone. “Oh, is that so?” he grinned slyly. “How?”



I gently grasped his dick, pumping up and down with slow, sensuous strokes. “Forgive me, Master. I…I will try to be a good slave. Lie down and let me do all the work, Master.”



I motioned towards the bed trying to give him my best conciliatory, downcast gaze. He seemed to regard me doubtfully.



“Hmm…first we fuck my way…then we fuck yours,” he decided. I almost shouted my resistance and flailed my arms at him, but one thing stopped me. Escape. That one, all-important possibility. That had to come before everything else, and I knew what I might have to sacrifice to achieve it. I’d already sacrificed so much…I’d already been raped by so many hard, rampaging cocks. What was just one more?



First I’d give the bastard his fun. Then, when I had that moment of opportunity, the tables would be turned. I was getting the hell out of here, one way or the other.



“Yes, Master! As you wish,” I said demurely, my eyes still downcast. He tilted my chin upwards with one of his hands to look into my now meek gaze.



“Good girl! Come!” He held his arms wide as I leaped up onto him, my hips pressing against his sides as his hands cupped my ass cheeks, lifting me up higher. I looked backward as if from a mountaintop, not so much because of the height I was off the ground but because of the unsteadiness as Gomar’s legs buckled slightly. Soon enough, though, the big African brute righted himself, and I saw his flagpole-straight spike of a penis waiting to impale me. I bit my lip, telling myself that this would be the last cock that would rape me. Then, gingerly, while I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold on for dear life, I eased my pussy down, sinking all the way onto his fleshy worm.



The black cock filled me up completely after the first few thrusts. Gravity could do miracles apparently, and now I regretted it. The bastard was going to split me open at this rate.



“Uuughhh…It’s too big, Master,” I wailed. He replied by bruising my lips with his own, stifling my protests and pushing my buttocks down hard with both of his clenched fists. I could only groan as he bounced my pussy up and down that cruel cock. My muffled protests went unheeded. My breasts pressed hard against his thick, muscle-bound chest and his grunts mingled with my own. So too did our sweat mingle, our scents becoming one.



Out of the corner of my eye I saw Gabriella still bent prone over the bed, looking up at us. Watching him rape me. We were well beyond shame, but it did intrigue me, seeing that expression of regret on my friend’s face. She clearly knew that every brutal second that our corrupt guard was fucking me was one less second that she had to entertain his cock with her own pussy. Gabriella’s sympathy made me think that perhaps there was still something to be salvaged there. Maybe she could be convinced to help in my insane hopes for escape after all.



As Gomar continued to pump his cock in and out of my now-slickened snatch, a strange thing happened. His fingers prodded into my anus, making me moan. But a tiny sliver of Trisha…the one who didn’t care about fashion, makeup or men with six-figure incomes…felt only a pure, burning need. His cock, plowing my pussy so deep, didn’t feel half bad. No, more to the point – he felt so…good.



I tried to thrash those conflicting sensations and the shameful emotions they stoked up, shaking my head as my pussy once again encased that manly African flesh. Gomar’s grunting had reached a crescendo and now he was ready to cum in me, I could tell.



“Ohhh keep it up blonde fuck-toy. Milk your guardian’s balls. Then maybe I take you to the toilet and let you pee!” he laughed.



The truth was that I didn’t have to pee. I hadn’t had much to drink, not knowing how long it would be until Dmitri or his goons came back to check on us. Which was probably just as well because peeing on this asshole would only have made him angrier.



I reached down with one hand, pressing firmly against the base of his cock and cupping his testicles as I felt them constrict. I stiffened as his hot load shot, gooey and deep, into my swollen pussy. The frequent couplings had taken a toll on my body, and now my sore cunt protested at the friction of this most recent cock. First I felt the bastard’s warmth shoot upward, then I felt the rest ooze outward…downward…bathing Gomar in his own stickiness and painting my thighs with gooey nastiness.



The heaving, panting sicko kissed me ferociously on the mouth for good measure before throwing me onto the bed. He plopped down beside me, already trying to pump his dick back to some measure of hardness. He told me, “Clean off my cock, bitch. Look how messy you’ve made it!”



Obediently I leaned over, sliding my tongue up and down, tasting his nasty spunk and my own juices. I smelled the sweet musk that was me, suddenly overpowered by the tangy and more syrupy sweetness of the black brute’s cum. My lips sucked in the wrinkled folds of his balls, slurping while he groaned approvingly. At last I’d cleaned every inch of that monstrous cock, coating it in my saliva. It was just firm enough to ride, though not as firm as our first go at it.



He reclined back, pillowing his head with both hands, and told me to mount up. My opportunity had come.



“Oh yes Master, but please be careful with me. I’m so fragile…” I purred, straddling his hips. Gently I positioned his regrown penis near my pussy lips, and even more gingerly I impaled myself slowly, letting him cup my tits. I groaned, my nipples becoming firm little buds in the palms of Gomar’s hands. He groaned in absolute pleasure. I began pumping up and down that devastating prick of his. My pussy could feel every agonizing inch of it.



As I rode that cock I glanced unobtrusively at the nightstand.



I’d gotten the feeling after being held by these FSB Russian bastards for several nights that they weren’t used to determined resistance from their helpless captives. More recently I’d noticed that these upper floor rooms were designed to keep others out rather than keeping prisoners or sex slaves in. They probably assumed that the presence of goons, FSB agents, and other security would be enough deterrent. But aside from those obvious obstacles, the physical reality offered more than a few options.



Take this room for example. There were many things that made this bedroom ‘prison cell’ of ours atypical. Unlike many of the other dungeon cells and rooms in which Gabriella and I had been raped, this one had accessories. There were many objects beyond the bare bones, and this meant that these objects, with just a little creativity, could be used to a captive’s advantage.



The eagle statue on the nightstand to my right was a perfect case in point. It was a good size – maybe a foot and a half tall, with outstretched wings. Heavy enough to brain an unobservant male in the heat of lust but not so heavy that a girl like me would have any trouble lifting it. If I could grab it quickly, just around the statue’s base, I could wield that sucker like a good, old-fashioned club.



As I was contemplating this, Gabriella moved into my field of vision. ‘Stupid bitch! Get out of my way!’ I moaned inwardly. The naked brunette awkwardly knelt over Gomar’s chest and began kissing him despite the fact that her wrists were cuffed behind her back.



“Mmm…you getting lonely already, brown-haired slut? Kiss your big boss good, oh yeah. Now give me one of those hot little nipples for me to suck!” Gomar growled.



It took me a moment to realize what Gaby was really doing. She wasn’t just being a sexed-up whore. She was perfectly blocking Gomar’s field of vision so that he wouldn’t see if I chose to lean over to take the statue in my hands. I saw my old Gaby wink at me as she turned her head and leaned in towards the big ape’s face. He suckled on her right nipple while his other hand roughly pinched my left nipple. With the golden hoop dangling from my nipple the pain of it was palpable. I gasped as the evil bastard thrust his pelvis upward, fucking me to a gleeful second finish.



Gaby gave me a barely perceptible nod. I couldn’t believe we were doing this. What were we going to do about the camera? Wouldn’t the guards or Dmitri know what we were doing right away? I thought, ‘One problem at a time, Trisha. Focus!’ I steeled my mind and my resolve. I leaned over, caressing the black hulk’s chest, smooching the side of his jaw even as he sucked my friend’s tit.



“Ohhh baby, you feel so good inside me.” I crooned those words even as I reached over, grabbed the eagle statuette. Then, with sudden and vicious force, I clubbed Gomar in the head with it. The black brute may have been built of muscle, but his skull was human, and blunt trauma did the damn trick.



As the bastard went limp I slipped my pussy off of his softening prick. My eyes locked with Gaby’s.



“Keys!” she whispered.



I nodded, looking frantically among the keys in the key-ring set that Gomar had placed on the nightstand. I tried several until finally we got lucky. As the cuffs slid to the floor Gaby gingerly rubbed at her reddened wrists.



“Glad to have you back, babe. I was worried about you.”



She just gave me back a sorrowful look. “Just because I’m helping you doesn’t mean I think this is the SMART thing to do Trisha. But for what our friendship’s worth and because I don’t want to die as a sex slave in some deep, dark dungeon, I’m willing to risk it. So what’s the plan?”



My mind was racing. I looked around the room. I saw Gomar’s military fatigues. They were so hopelessly too-big for us, I quickly dismissed them as a useable disguise. I ran to the boarded-up window and looked through a narrow sliver between two of the boards where the moonlight was slipping in.



We were a good eight to ten stories up. Shit. I ran to the door and unlocked it. Together Gaby and I peered out into the hallway. It seemed to run endlessly in both directions before turning a corner. Not exactly helpful.



“Which way?” Gaby asked me as if I should somehow have a damn clue.



I shrugged. “You tell me.”



Just as I was about to make a guess two guards, both young Russian men with barely peach fuzz for beards, came strutting down the hall. Their eyes widened when they saw us. Oh shit. There was a way to handle this, but if we didn’t play our cards perfectly we were done.



I motioned for Gabriella to follow my lead.



“Stop!” one of them shouted.



“Halt!” I noticed that the first boy-guard’s badge said ‘Sergei.’ The other one’s name was Andre.



“Gomar wanted us to come out and give you big boys a reward for doing such a good job,” I purred.

Gabriella chimed in. “Oooh yes.” She rubbed up against Andre, and the bulge in his pants gave him away.



“What is this?” Sergei asked, eyes narrowing. I slowly slipped my hands underneath his waistband, finding the warmth of his dick underneath. With a gentle squeeze I took my other hand and stroked my own clit.



“He said that you two rookies deserved a reward,” I whispered silkily. Sergei didn’t seem to be buying it, but Andre was a little more malleable. Andre stood still as Gabriella slowly undid his belt, lowered his pants, and admired the cock that sprang free, saluting her kneeling, naked form.



“Ooo. What have we here? This cock needs a good sucking. Mmm…” Gaby crooned. Her tongue ran up and down his shaft. The boy-soldier shuddered. His hands gently rested on my best friend’s shoulders.



Sergei grumbled. “We don’t have time for this shit. We are supposed to be on patrol.” I gave Sergei a pouty face, my other hand efficiently undoing his belt and lowering his pants also. He let me do it against his will, but as I tried to mouth his cock he put his hand against my face, shoving me away.



“Lie down bitch. You deserve it rough.” With some dismay I saw the boy-soldier eye my pussy hungrily. He shrugged out of his fatigues and laid me down right in the hallway. His prick, though by no means small, slid in easily compared to my earlier tormentors. He found his rhythm in no time. His hands squeezed my shoulders and used them as leverage while he pounded my pussy. My hands lightly cupped his buttocks and roamed his flanks as I asked him to please be gentle.



“Gentle is for a proper Russian wife at home, not a stupid American sex-slave!” Sergei growled. “Now lie there and fuck me, you hot cunt! Let me feel you wiggle on my big, Russian cock! Come now. Fuck like you mean it!” he hissed. Suddenly my plan was unraveling. We needed to take these two out quickly and move on if we were to have any chance of getting out of here.



I glanced over towards Gabriella. She was sucking Andre off furiously. Her mouth pumped up and down his eager prick. His eyes were shut tight in rapture. His hands caressed and kneaded my brunette friend’s shoulders before he prematurely blew his entire load in Gabriella’s face. Huge globs of cum spurted into Gabriella’s hair and onto her closed eyelids as she obediently opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue.



“Now that is a beautiful pearl necklace!” Andre groaned, admiring his handiwork. Extra spurts of the boy-soldier’s cum had fallen onto Gabriella’s breasts. He turned her around and instructed her to lean forward. I was a little shocked when I saw his re-invigorating cock enter her from behind.



“That was just a little preview, cute little slut. Let’s do some proper fucking. You don’t want your friend to get all the good stuff, do you?” Gabriella gave me a worried look as the man penetrated her from behind. His hands grasped her boobs for leverage. Her entire body shook with the force of each thrust, even if his cock was more manageable in size than her last partner.



“You think these sluts will get pregnant?” Andre asked conversationally as his penis speared towards Gabriella’s womb.



My own rapist grunted, his cock ramming deep into my core. “I suppose, sooner or later. Inevitable, isn’t it? He usually sells them though before they can start to show.”



I stiffened as I heard this and the words escaped my mouth before I could stop them: “Dmitri gave us birth control pills. What do you mean?”



Sergei shook his head. “No no. You don’t get it. Those are sugar pills. Dmitri does that to all the new bitches so they feel a little better after they become his sex-toys. He will tire of you sooner or later, and when he does…”



Sergei let the words hang as my body stiffened. A chill touched me as I heard Andre finish his thought.



“Yes. He usually sells his bitches when he tires of them, and that’s usually when they get pregnant. Oh, and those are only the ones he’s fond of. The bitches that displease him, when they get pregnant they’re disposed of.”



“Yeah bitch,” Sergei continued, slamming his cock until his balls slapped against my thighs. “You may want to consider that the next time you think you can escape.” For a moment I froze in terror, thinking he’d found us out. But then I realized that the bastard was just saying something that probably occurred to him because that was what most of the ‘new girls’ usually contemplated. I shuddered as he spewed his cum inside me.



He pulled out roughly, then motioned for his friend to hurry. Andre finally groaned, his head snapping backward as he pulled Gabriella’s pussy backward to sheath his slimy dick. Sure enough I saw Gabriella shudder, and then the boy-soldier’s prick slipped out of her like a soft, dripping lollipop. Cum seeped down poor Gabriella’s thighs.



“OK bitches. That’s enough for now. We have more important work to do,” Sergei sneered pompously. He and his companion threw on their clothes and left us, naked and sticky, in the hallway. We exchanged a terrified yet relieved look. Somehow, despite that degrading experience, our luck had held.



“Let’s go!” I whispered. Gabriella nodded and staggered down the hallway with me in the opposite direction from where the two boy-soldiers had gone.



I wasn’t sure what they would do if they caught us, but the fact that no alarm had yet been sounded was a good sign. Maybe no one had been monitoring the webcam in our bedroom cell. If that was the case then there was still hope. I had to believe that.



It turned out that my hopes were mere illusion. We made it as far as the lobby. It seemed strange really, how we had been passing hallway checkpoints with no one there. But as we entered the lobby with its glass partitions, glass doors, and lounge sofas lining each wall, it all became clearer.



Dmitri stood in the lobby entry, wearing impeccable suit coat and tie and dark shades. He smartly yanked the shades off as the doorways on either side of the lobby opened. Naked Russian soldiers, their crew cuts as identical as the cocks that saluted our naked bodies, stared at us like hungry nightmares.



“So good of you to join us,” Dmitri said conversationally. “I was going to take you to see my friend Sheikh Jabari and his brother Sheikh Hasrani. They wished to sample your wares and possibly offer a generous price for your fine, sexy asses. You might even have lived out your idle, sex-slaving days in hedonistic luxury. But after viewing your latest stunt on the security cams, I think you both deserve a different future…



I tried to protest. My mouth was gibbering excuses before I knew what I was even doing. It was hopeless though. It was not long before the gang-rape flew into hedonistic and agonizing full swing. A Russian soldier lay underneath me. Two more soldiers helped me onto his throbbing dick. I gasped as he impaled me, only to realize that a new cock was pressing into my star-shaped hole, punishing my overmatched sphincter muscles as he stabbed his cock deep into my ass. A third cock stifled my frantic pleas, ramming down my throat. As each of my hands grasped two more throbbing cocks my humiliation seemed almost complete.



“You see what happens to disobedient cunts who think they are oh-so-clever now, don’t you?” he asked matter-of-factly.



I heard only his voice because in front of me all I could see was one Russian soldier’s pubic hair, balls, and cock. My mouth slurped up and down the Russian soldier’s shaft until he held it near the back of my throat and exploded. I nearly gagged, but somehow I managed to swallow most of it. The excess escaped between my lips, dribbling down my chin and onto my breasts. I took the brief moment of respite to glance over at poor Gabriella.



My friend had been stretched out on the floor. One man was brutally fucking her for all he was worth while his comrades cheered him on. A second man knelt over Gabriella’s face, forcing him to lick his sagging scrotum while he pumped his cock with one hand and prepared to spew all over Gaby’s already cum-spattered breasts.



“This will be a long night that you won’t forget, wouldn’t you say girls?” Dmitri asked, his gaze direct as he cupped my cheek with one hand and tilted my beautiful face to meet his unflinching stare.



“Y-yes Master…please don’t kill us!” I moaned.



He smiled. It was a vicious smile. “Oh, there are worse things I can do to you than killing you, stupid cunt. Much worse.” With that he stripped down, as naked as his men. He stood there as I felt the two men whose cocks I was encasing with my pussy and ass begin to spurt and spew. As each of them pulled out of my dripping orifices, rough hands shoved me into Dmitri’s arms. He stood there, staring at me with cold, unyielding ferocity as his men did all the work, hiking up my hips…thrusting me against his chest…impaling me on his cock while all Dmitri had to do was just stand there.



It was more than humiliating. It broke my very spirit. I just sagged against his chest, my arms lassoing around his neck as half a dozen unfamiliar male hands cupped my ass cheeks and lifted me up and down Dmitri’s rigid cock. Dmitri’s hands were clasped neatly behind his back, his downward stare the type a disappointed teacher might give an unruly child. As my breasts rubbed against his chest my nipple rings pulled against my skin, causing me to stifle a moan of pain.



“You’ll be lucky if my men don’t fuck you to death. Ride my cock and cum on me in the next 5 minutes and I might let you live and take you back up to my suite,” Dmitri whispered. I found sudden strength in my limbs. I pulled up, using his neck for leverage, and helped impale my own now overwhelmed, achingly sore cunt up and down his brutal penis. Even as I desperately fucked him another Russian cock thrust itself deep into my ass, a double-penetration that ripped open my mouth in a surprised cry of agony.



I tried to block out all the pain and ignore the dull ache of that cock in my ass. I rode Dmitri’s cock, bouncing up and down his throbbing, monstrous prick until the friction in my pussy somehow felt good despite everything. I reached down with one hand, straining ten times as hard with my other arm to maintain my leverage, and began to stroke my clit each time I came to the apex, right before I knew I’d slam back downward onto his agonizing dick.



I had only a few spare seconds to see Gabriella’s ordeal. Her dazed, unfocused stare met mine as the third Russian entered her welcoming pussy. Two other Russians held her wrists and ankles, spread-eagling her sexy, feminine elegance. The man now fucking her kissed her hard on the mouth, invading her body in two places at once, while the other men ringing her pounded the floor, their cocks ready to take up wherever their comrade left off.



I closed my eyes and stroked myself hard, willing the ecstasy that might save me from something worse than death. With crimson painting my cheeks I felt myself reach the pinnacle of orgasm. My whole body spasmed, all sense of time thrown to the wolves. I came hard on Dmitri’s cock, thrashing wildly against him even as that other cock filled my anus, stretching out my anal passage to painful proportions. Dmitri sighed and joined me in rapture. His cum dripped from between my legs as he ordered his men to take me upstairs. One of the bigger Russian thugs threw me over his shoulder and carried my battered, naked body towards Dmitri’s rooms. The last thing I saw before I was carried out of the lobby was Dmitri’s leniency towards Gabriella. He lay down on the floor and ordered her to fuck him. If she could get him to cum within 3 minutes, she would be allowed to join me in his upstairs suite.



I saw my brunette friend desperately straddle him. She impaled herself, humping his re-inflated cock like a sex-hungering whore. The vision of Dmitri’s cock vanishing into her snatch, Gabriella’s sexy little ass bobbing up and down as she pled for mercy, was the last thing I saw before I passed out from sheer exhaustion.



*****



A sexy, slender young brunette rides the cock of a lanky Russian spymaster as he lies on the floor completely naked. Two Russian soldiers, naked and bristling with muscle, approach intent on adding their talents to the rape-orgy in progress.



*****



Dmitri’s perspective…



It didn’t take me long to tire of the brunette slut. Admittedly this Gabriella had a sumptuously tight pussy, and she humped my cock with it as if her life depended on it. Which it very much did. I idly cupped her gorgeous, supple breasts, squeezing them like doughy stress balls in my calloused hands as my men joined in her agony and humiliation.



Tulov looped a cord around her throat, squeezing it tight as she struggled for air. Both of the beauty’s hands quickly tried to grapple with the constricting noose even as she strove to stay straddling my erect penis. She somehow managed to keep my cock encased in her velvet warmth in the midst of her struggles. Kurimov, another of my loyal soldiers, shoved his cock into her throat. She tried to take him in, and each time the brunette opened her lips willingly Tulov let up on the noose just long enough so that she could breathe.



Then, as Kurimov withdrew his glistening cock, Tulov tightened the noose once more so that Gabriella learned to almost yearn for the ramming of that Russian penis down her throat and the precious air it allowed her.



We kept up this arrangement for some time. I cupped Gabriella’s gorgeous breasts and squeezed harder, fucking her and relishing the warmth encasing my prick until Kurimov’s cock withdrew from her lips and exploded onto her tongue. The punished slavegirl was smart enough to stick her tongue out, welcoming the cum that spurted into her waiting mouth.



“That’s a good bitch. Swallow all of it whore!” Kurimov growled. He fisted his hand in Gabriella’s hair and kissed her fiercely on the lips, tasting his own cum, before swatting her cheek and calling her a worthless cunt. Even as he withdrew Tulov’s turn had come.



“Dmitri, may I?” I’d had enough of the bitch. It had been several minutes and she’d failed to make me cum despite her struggles.



“No please Master! Let me make you cum!” Gabriella squealed desperately. Even as Tulov’s cock stood hard and ready for her I shoved her off of me, picked her up, and swatted her hard on the ass.



“Too bad bitch…you failed in your task. Now you pay the consequences.” I picked up the still-pleading brunette hottie and, with one of my other men, we managed to get her pussy lips positioned at Tulov’s bulbous cockhead. He grunted meaningfully, his eyes going wide with pleasure as we sank her all the way onto his hardness like a well-sheathed blade. Her hips hugged him tightly as he cupped her smooth, hairless ass cheeks and bounced her leaky pussy up and down his diamond-hard pussy-fucker.



“Uhhh yes…she’s still tight even after all the cocks she’s taken. Oh god you feel good bitch. How do you feel so GOOD? Mmmm….” His violent grunts and up-thrusts were joined by Gabriella’s desperate coos and pleas.



“No more Masters! Oh god you’re going to make me bleed. Please!”



Gulachek, the newest of my men, approached with my box of ‘toys’. I took out a small whip and thrashed it across the brunette’s back. She groaned and asked for mercy even more pathetically. I slapped the whip across her back again.



“Cum on his dick, whore, or I’ll flay the skin from your beautiful body!” I roared. Her arms were lassoed around his neck in a similar way to how Trisha’s arms had been around mine. But here was a difference; I could see the exhaustion in her had already taken over. She sagged against her rapist. I watched as the energy drained out of her. Finally Tulov simply kissed her, passionately and then softly, as the squelchy sound of his cock impaling her aching pussy filled the room.



A hush had overcome the entire lobby. The other men who hadn’t cum yet looked at me with eager expressions. I put up my hand to stave off their aggression for a little longer. Finally Tulov’s enormous cock released its juices, the hot-white ooze spraying in excess, flowing out of the brunette slavegirl’s overwrought snatch.



She sagged in his arms only to be handed to the next brawny soldier. She was passed around like this for at least a dozen times or more. Then other soldiers bent her over, fucking her from behind as a fellow comrade thrust an unyielding cock between her lips. Men standing along the side came all over her naked and bruised body. Spurts flew across her back and into her hair. Finally it looked like most of the men were spent, and only a few remained.



Bhashnev and Kharvec were the last. Their cocks were still rock-hard, their faces flushed from waiting their turn. Kharvec sat Gabriella on his dick facing away from him, fucking her on the couch. She sagged backwards against his chest, her half-lidded eyes dazed as if she was hardly still in the land of the living. Bhashnev cuffed her wrists together behind her back and stepped up onto the edge of the couch, thrusting his cock against her lips.



“Open, bitch.” Gabriella dutifully opened, the cock slipping in deeply. I watched all of this and finally my cock had grown to a thankfully renewed hardness.



The brunette just sat there, her legs limply dangling over the edge of the sofa, as Kharvec lanced his penis into her warm, battered love-hole. It made my dick hard just seeing her exhaustion and the culmination of the gang rape. It almost put me over the edge. Finally I told Kharvec to take that dick out of her pussy and stick it in her ass. He obeyed, and when he did I approached.



I thrust Bhashnev’s cock out of the way. Then I sat next to Kharvec and stroked Gabriella’s clit. Her sudden twitches and pants told me that I was on a promising path. At last I watched her cum on Kharvec’s hard cock despite the cruel shaft buried deep in her ass. Then I had Kharvec hand her over to Bhashnev, who was lying on the couch, and let her straddle his burgeoning penis. With her wrists still cuffed we had to help her keep balance, but we made her do as much of the work as possible.



While she fucked him I took her from behind. Her ass was a dripping and blood-tinged hole by this point. I gently fucked in and out even as I felt the hairs on the end of my ball sac touch against Bhashnev’s pubic hair below. We came at exactly the same time – our seed filling the poor slavegirl’s inviting holes, until she flopped forward, lifeless, onto Bhashnev’s chest.



I pulled my cock out of her messy bottom. Enough had been done for one night at least.



“That will be all. Go now! Leave her with me!” I bellowed. My men cleared out like cockroaches, vanishing as quickly as they’d appeared.



I carefully put my arms around her as she lay facedown. Gently I tipped her backwards against me. I could feel her ragged breathing against my arm as I gingerly turned her around. Gabriella’s cheek pressed against my shoulder. She flexed her fingers once, twice…then slowly pressed her cheek harder against my shoulder. She had cum all over that cheek, and I could feel the stickiness. But her whole body was much the same – one gooey, elegant, still gorgeous-looking mess of womanhood. I gently prodded my fingers into her sex, withdrawing a huge glob of lukewarm sperm which I wiped against her nipples. Gabriella simply groaned and her quick bursts of hot breath felt good against my neck as she opened her mouth to speak.



“Please Master…NO MORE…”



I clasped my arms around her, holding her confidently, her wrists still in bondage behind her back, hands bound just above her sexy ass. With a quick nip I teased one of those now-gooey nipples between my teeth. She moaned, and then I inserted my sticky fingers into her snatch once more.



“You’re one cum-soaked slut…hmm. I think you’ve earned a little mercy, Slave Gabriella. Now do you see why it is better to be my toy rather than be shared by all the men in my service?”

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The Empress’ New underClothes © Literocat 2013



Fresh out of the shower, I laid my damp towel on our bed and sat on it. With my semi rigid dick automatically in my hand, I watched my sexy Sue pick out her three bits of clothes to wear tonight. She stood at the edge of our bed wearing just a bright yellow towel wrapped loosely around her. It covered the tips of her tits down to barely below her freshly shaven, tempting twat. Her beautiful labia invited me to taste them each time her movements revealed them to me. After sucking down my drivel, I addressed my beautiful, sometimes shameless wife as she stripped away the towel. She wondered why I wasn’t right there helping with her special bra and turned to catch me staring at her fascinating ass while slowly rubbing my stiffening cock. Hmmmm! After I helped her squeeze into her white, strapless bra by wedging my knee against her naked back then burying my impatient prick in her ass raphe, she carefully rearranged her tit flesh inside the tiny bra and stiffly slid the new dress over her head.



“Honey, that beige dress is so short, it will give you lots of chances to show off your great legs and probably more. For a change, the strapless top, despite being so low it looks like your nipples are almost out, should be secure. It’s so tight, I see the bulging, bloodless skin line along the top, yet somehow your tiny tits are offering a delicious, tempting yard of cleavage. I’m impressed.”



“Well, the cleavage is created by the shape shifting bra and enhanced by darkening in there with shadow. It’s a popular trick though the top is painfully tight. I may have to loosen it to keep breathing. I hope you won’t mind?!” She grinned knowingly at me. “As for the skirt part, I want to tease and then MAYBE show off my new silk panty. I think it is so special! I had to special order it to get something extremely thin and so lightweight that I can’t even feel it when I wear it.” She held it up with her hand inside. With a twinkle in her eyes and a thin, broad smile, “See? They really are not transparent, just a bit translucent. Daring, not slutty even if they are fully exposed – which they will NOT be tonight!” Yeah, right!



I’m very sure that isn’t true. In fact, the crotch was cut much more narrow than her usual bikini. It was so narrow I had my doubts that, even in the best case, it could cover her lips. The legs had no elastic, presumably to prevent creases that would betray its existence. Fortunately, the waist did have elastic or it could not stay on her trim body. I could easily imagine the non-gusset easily slide to either side of her lips and leave her pussy exposed to all eyes. My dick pulsed. If, no when, her labia swelled, I wondered if the legs would slide off her lusty mound or slip between her lips, deep into her sweet crack. Pulse again! It’s likely the whole thing would keep dropping an inch or so and leave a viewable gap between it and her swollen, wet lips. Pulse, pulse, pul . . . “STOP that! You can play with your weapon later.”



Later finally came when a dozen couples arrived for a semi formal celebration of Steve’s promotion. We only knew half of them, but his stunningly gorgeous wife, Laura, was with him. We shared a brief, moist kiss. Though I’d lovingly penetrated every hole in her body several times before, my dick still jumps to full attention every time I see her. Flattered and still denying she was all that hot, she pointed at my tented slacks and whispered, “Down boy! Maybe I’ll give you a hand later.” Then she pressed her palm against mini-me. I sighed, moaned and tried to keep my knees from buckling.



Steve gave Sue a long, wet, lingering kiss as she lifted a knee against him. The short, pleated dress lifted another inch which gave a clear view of all her thigh and an inch of well-rounded ass cheek. Steve slid his hand under the dress and stroked her soft ass as we all watched. She was off to a quick show even before having any drinks to blame. “Is she commando?” Laura asked. “In THAT dress?” I described the special order panty and how light is was and so very hard to detect. Steve craned his neck to look down her low top and even twisted a finger inside her bra. It didn’t budge or flex at all.



Confidently, even proudly, I answered, “Sue didn’t mention the loose silk weave it was made of, but I saw how much more than translucent is was. More than she knows, or chooses to know.” I couldn’t see the edging for the legs, but I was a few feet away this time. With her leg bent, the sheer panty would be pulled snuggly around her bare, smooth mound.



When Lou and milky Bev arrived, Sue kissed Bev deeply before repeating her sexy kiss and display with Lou. He too found her ‘bare’ ass and lifted the back of her dress higher while Frenching her. Bev came to me and quickly wrapped her tongue around mine. We shared a long, wet kiss as Laura watched a bit jealously. I slipped my hand under Bev’s short skirt and under her bikini panty. After enjoying her firm/soft cheek, I wrapped my finger around her front and pushed into the foyer of her already wet pussy. She lifted a knee to allow me deeper access and slid her hand into my slacks. Laura watched the passion build and wondered aloud if she had been too conservative. Bev had her hand around my bare, stiff cock. I groaned and kissed down her neck, she hissed. With my teeth, I pulled her low V-neck shirt over one boob and turned her back to the room, bared tit to me.



Lou was still sucking Sue’s tongue, but both hands were under her ass and her legs were around his waist. His hands covered and split her cheeks apart. How could we all be seeing her ass crack if her panty wasn’t fully transparent? People were whispering and pointing at Sue’s naked ass. Too late to block her, I reached in and scooped out Bev’s big, still milky tit. Laura stood against me, mesmerized by Bev’s big, perfect, leaky nipple as I sucked it into my thirsty mouth and drank again from her intoxicating, musty milk fount. Laura opened Bev’s bra and briefly suckled her other nipple. She giggled and took another taste. Bev moaned. After another minute of publically sharing thin milk, we repackaged Bev’s big boobs and turned to see Sue sucking face with our neighbor Mario.



“I take it you’ve sucked milk from these beautiful, firm, tall, tasty and absolutely perfect nipples? I’m so jealous!” As she licked her lips, I confirmed that since our MILKY MILF night, Bev has come by many times with and without Lou to supply milk for coffee or simple suckling and frequent three ways. He fucks Sue at will at work too with my awareness and consent.



“Laura, my love, you have nothing at all to be jealous about. Stay innocent and ignore my raving of how stunningly beautiful you are – face, body, mind and spirit. Just remember that I sincerely believe all that AND . . . I’m not the only one!” Before Laura could leap into my arms for a deep, wet kiss, Maria came to me, looked over the two beautiful women leaning against me and leaned in for a kiss. Our lips and tongues met and reminded me how sensual a kisser she was. Laura and Bev watched a moment, but when Maria wrapped her arms around my neck, they both giggled and lifted Maria’s shirt and bra to her neck. Though now exposed to some, Maria ignored their antics, left her top up and continued to kiss me as the women sucked her tits. I’m loving this party, though I only still know only half the people here!



When Maria broke her kiss, it was the women who pulled her top back down – after pinching her nipples. I lifted one side up again and took a handful of beautiful boob before kissing and sucking it. “I wasn’t going to miss out on this sweet thing!” I grinned. I put her top back down and ran to our bedroom. All three shortly followed. Pointing at the bed, I said “As I suspected, there it is. Look at its gossamer beauty. Its skin tone would make it hard to see even if she WERE wearing it. She left it to the last minute to put on so it wouldn’t wrinkle and must have been distracted. Hmmmm, remember the tale of the Emperor’s New Clothes? Well my Empress is showing off her beautiful new panty that she isn’t wearing. I don’t think I’ll tell her since it’s likely she’d rather show her pussy instead of the panty. Let’s go watch.”



When we got to the living room, we saw Sue serving everyone in turn an appetizer. As she stepped between every other person on the sofas, she bent with straight legs so her pleated skirt climbed slowly up, up past her toned thighs, across her bare ass cheeks, up past the small indent for her ass hole. And there it was! My wife’s denuded bearded clam was completely, brightly, shamelessly, lustily displayed to the other half of the room. Most of the party had moved to or behind the opposing sofa to stare at my wife’s naked, swollen, damp labia. Expressions varied from mouth-covered, to fingers pointing (some twisting in mid air) to lip lapping while others took photos. Laura went to warn Sue, but I held her back. “Let her have her fun. See how wet her pussy is? She’s loving the exposure.”



When she got to the third couple on the sofa, she ‘dropped’ a napkin. With barely an ‘oops’, she slowly bent all the way to the floor, legs still straight, and let her dress climb to her waist so all her sweet ass was also exposed. A female hand slid up her thigh, ‘to steady’ her. It was quickly joined by two male hands that went over her shapely, rounded cheeks. She didn’t object. After a prolonged hunt for the napkin, she stood tall then went to the facing sofa and continued serving. The crowd behind that sofa moved behind the other one. When she served the second couple, she again ‘dropped’ a napkin and bent over for another show. There was no hesitation for the ten hands to slide up her dress and over her ass so it and her wet mound were again exposed. This time someone cupped her mound; I think it was Steve. Laura agreed and slipped her hand into my slacks, saying “Meat for the goose is meat for the gander!” She wrapped her hand around my bare, stiff cock and gently rubbed it. The room was very quiet.



Sue stood and straddled the leg of the last person on the sofa. With her legs spread and her pussy ‘unknowingly’ exposed, Maria slid up her tensed thighs and held her pussy. Everyone seated could see up her snatch to the narrow fuzzy strip above it. The rest subtly dropped utensils or just bent brazenly for a better look. FINALLY noticing everyone looking at her groin, she smiled and said proudly, “It’s about time you noticed my beautiful, custom, unique, gossamer silk panty! You see how smooth it is and so light I hardly know I’m wearing it.” She pinched the bottom hem at the sides and lifted her dress to her hips so she could show off her special panty. “There, you see how they don’t even hold a wrinkle? They are supposed to look like I’m nude. By the tents on the men, I guess I fooled you! HA! Though I’m sure many men are inspired and aroused by the sight of thin panties alone and the camel toes they produce. These are so loose, there is no camel toe. Sawwry guys!”



She held the dress a bit higher and walked close to one sofa then the other one to show off her custom panty. As she walked, her small pubic patch and even her navel were visible. She beamed. She looked so proud of her special purchase. When she had completed her tour of all the seating, I cheekily called out “Honey, not all of us can see them, especially from any distance since they blend so well into you. Why don’t you stand on a chair, or better two, so we can all admire them? Lou, help her up.” She’s always up for a dare. Laura elbowed me.



Two sturdy chairs quickly appeared at the edge of the room and the coffee table was moved aside. As Lou helped her step up onto the chair, her pussy appeared and gaped open for a few of us. The sweet, sticky ooze yielded abruptly and a low ‘smack’ signaled the parting of her labia. Lou nudged one foot to the second chair about a foot away so her feet were more than two feet apart. With her legs spread wide, I suggested that she just take off her dress so we could all admire her new silk garment easily. “You can leave the bra on if you like, but most of us have already seen you completely naked several times.” Sucking her finger like a child, she thought about it as she scanned the spectators.



“I don’t know why you want to see my panty again, but if I’m raising the stakes, I want every man here to lose his pants before I lose my dress. It’s only fair.” Four couples left, not knowing where this would end up, or maybe because they did. “And you ladies are losing your dresses next!” Four more men were dragged out of the party. The rest of us had quick help taking our pants off. I had three women drag mine off, then the briefs followed. My stiff cock pointed straight out under my polo shirt and Maria shared it with Laura. I looked around and confirmed that all the women left had already had their fingers and mouths in Sue’s pussy. In fact, so had all the men, in addition to their cocks. I think Sue would have liked one new couple to stay and play.



Sue briefly watched MY women handle and honor my straight, stiff cock. Maria dropped to her knees and licked my bishop as Laura and Bev fed it to her. They unzipped Maria’s top and slid the straps down her arms. Though the only ‘stranger’ to her, Bev unhooked Maria’s bra and helped it fall away. Bev and Laura pinched and bit Maria’s nipples on her beautiful, weighty tits. With all the men pantless and two dicks pointing stiffly out of their boxer slots, Sue asked Lou to pull her dress off. She raised it to her waist, again exposing her naked groin, and bent over so Lou could tug it off. Once off, she smiled proudly and spread her arms. The three men gathered close to her and felt up her thighs.



She bent over again, wiggled her hips and twisted a bit so her tempting ass flexed for us. She stayed bent over even when fingers spread her wet labia to expose her beautiful pinkness to the room. Was she still deluded about wearing her panty? Two, then two other fingers slid past her greased cunt. When two fingers evacuated, two female fingers replaced them. Maria had stepped over for a closer look and scent. The wet fingers found her small hole and circled it. Maria tasted Sue from her fingers; Mario did the same. They were the least familiar with Sue’s taste and beautiful puda. In the next moment, Sue wondered if her new panty were already torn since fingers got inside her so easily. Pleasantly distracted by fingering fools, she didn’t dwell on the question for long. I saw Steve spread her ass apart and easily slide a finger then two into Sue’s willing ass. She quickly started gasping and shaking.



Maria came back to me and knelt with Laura who had my throbbing cock in her throat and her nose in my pubes. Bev knelt next to her and shared my meat while the three undressed each other. One by one, they stood to strip off their dresses and panties. One by one they exposed their glorious naked bodies and finally removed the last of my clothes. Sue shuddered in climax, but the three horny men didn’t let her recover. Lou and Steve stripped while Sue watched. We’re always impressed with Lou’s big, thick, swinging stick. Mario stared at his naked wife as he stripped all his clothes off.



Steve laid on some clothes on the coffee table and Sue was placed on him in reverse cowboy position. She guided his modest cock into her steamy snatch and hissed as it slid in. She bounded and twitched on it several times before Steve lifted her by her hips and pushed her away a few inches. The others removed her bra, finally letting blood flow to her tits, and Steve lined up his greased pole with her ass hole. She dropped on it hard and he lurched. He guided her up and she slid down his rod. They both groaned. He slid his hands up to both tits and pulled her onto his chest while firmly pinching her perfect, tasty nipples. Lou draped her slim and sexy legs outside Steve’s, opening her beautiful, puffy pussy wide and slid his big cock directly, swiftly into her with just a few frictional stutters. She howled at the intensity of two stiff cocks in her at once. Mario pulled her head back and roughly stuffed his cock into her last big hole, her gasping mouth.



Bev stood by me as Laura dreamily sucked me and I pinched Maria’s nipples or let her suck my fingers. I tasted Sue on her fingers then lapped Bev’s milky food bank. Her hot, swollen, humid, blonde pussy was next to my hand and I wanted to explore it again. I remembered the deepness of her folds and the luxurious, pliant textures inside and her very large clit button. Lusty sight unseen, I opened her clit hood and nudged her clit to full alertness. She squealed then moaned. I wanted to make all of these beauties cum and feel their hot pussies with my mouth and my cock. Was that too much to ask? Didn’t matter!



I felt like the inverse of my wife. HER three holes were filled, and I was filling three holes. Maria put my hand back on her tits and wrapped herself around my leg. She stroked my hairy legs and ass then worked her fingers into my butt raphe. Too many distractions at once . . . gasping . . . yet I saw her push two fingers into her wet cunt. I focused on Bev’s inviting pussy since it seemed Maria was going to get herself off.



Instead, Maria took her snatch-soaked fingers and, as Laura held my cheeks apart, snaked both fingers into my receptive rear hole. Just as I titillated Bev’s G-spot, Maria found my prostate and milked it firmly. I gasped and futilely tried to delay my eruption. With my first spasm, I rudely pulled Laura’s incredibly beautiful face against my pubes, sent my hand tremors directly into Bev’s swollen G which made her erupt in a loud, shuddering orgasm and soak my hand. I instantly unloaded deep into Laura’s maculate, warm, tight throat. When my vision returned several seconds later, I saw Bev on the floor on her back gleaming and still twitching; Laura was still staring blissfully up at me while small drops of my cream covered her lips and chin – I loved her even more, this paragon of perfection, when she happily catered to my will.



Maria had extracted her fingers from deep in my ass and was about to kiss Laura. She shocked me when she licked Laura’s face clean, then deeply kissed her. She licked her teeth and they tangled tongues as we watched. I drooled again. I still wanted to make them both cum hard – especially my sweet paradox, the ingenuous seductress that was gorgeous Laura. I have to believe in polyamory since I’m in love with three women and in deep like with several others.



When I looked over at my wife, I saw Lou on his side on the floor, his cock spent and dripping; Mario gasping and holding his wilted dick; Steve still under Sue and pinching her hard nipples; Sue twitching and shuddering, her ass still impaled on Steve’s cock, cum oozing from her stretched and reddened pussy, joining the cum running down Steve’s stump from her ass. Lou staggered to stand then walked to her cum-covered face and fed her his wet dick. She sucked his thick, soft noodle to its base until it grew stiff again. In just seconds, he was ready to fill her mouth with his thick cream. She kept the tip of his cock close to her face and we watched him pump two more spurts of cum into her.



While we men needed a few minutes to recover, the women kept themselves primed and entertained. Gorgeous cherub Laura crawled to Sue and licked her pussy clean of Lou’s sperm. Sue twitched and spasmed just four times before screaming in orgasm again and draining her nectar in Laura’s mouth. As I caught my breath, I knew I couldn’t cum four more times in the next hours, yet I hoped to feel all four of my favorite cunts squeeze my greedy cock. Maria introduced her tongue to the depths of Bev’s wet pussy and Sue rolled off Steve and onto the floor. He rolled on top of her and parked his soft, soggy tool into the recesses of her cheeks before nodding off.

(This story is a companion piece to others on this site. The character of Trish has appeared before in “Her Hottest Halloween”, and “The Hills Are Alive”. Her sexcapades continue once more.)



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Always on the lookout for inspiration for her sexual adventures Trish Stark was seeking a new way to push her inner boundaries. Something risky, risqué, and an adventure that would push her hard up against the wall of her Self Control.



It was a rare day that Trish ever saw television, it simply wasn’t part of her life in any meaningful way, but on one of the rare occasions when she was near a T.V. she saw an amazing video for a wonderful song; Madness by the British band Muse.



It was sexy in a strange way and she filed it away knowing at some point the idea of public sex on a train platform might be possible.



What she didn’t know was that within months of seeing the video she would re-create it even closer than she could imagine.



Trish was getting horny, her body itching for some hard use, her mind clawing for a way to test her will-power and push her spiritual limits. She needed an adventure. It had been weeks since she’s had sex and this self-imposed celibacy was growing dull.



Incidentally Trish also absorbed the idea that a big protest was brewing in her town. It was to protest the human rights abuses going on in Russia against LGBT people. The big G20 summit was happening in Russia and the world was gearing up to make a lot of noise and try to get world leaders to discuss the abuses while in the very country doing the abusing.



Trish was in no way a political person, but even she felt what was going on in Russia was horrible and the idea of the protest garnered her attention.



Then the penny dropped.



There was going to be some heated protesting going on. People were going to be on both sides of the debate and there was bound to be some anger, and perhaps even some violence.



The video she had watched showed a couple kissing and groping during a riot and it was that visceral, human sexual response to violence that had gotten her excited about the video. Could she find a way to recreate that experience for herself?



Did she dare try and seduce a protesting man in the midst of a potentially violent encounter, with police all around.



She was Trish Stark. Of course she dared.



This challenge to her Self Control and the mastery of fear wouldn’t take much planning, just a few simple props, but the event itself would be as challenging and as dangerous as anything she had yet tried. Just thinking about it made her as horny as anything she had done before.



The day of the protest, September 3, the day before the summit in Russia, finally arrived and Trish had booked the day off work, and skipped school, as had many of her colleagues.



Dressed as much like the woman from the video as she could Trish wore a black two button blazer, no shirt or bra under it, her small firm breasts peeking out from beneath the lapels as she moved. Beneath she wore a tiny, stretchy, black skirt that was shorter in the hem than the blazer. From any distance other than immediately next to her she looked nude under the jacket, and looking at herself in the mirror before she left had made her feel sexy and slippery between the legs.



On her feet she wore utterly impractical high heeled shoes. They added three inches to her five foot five height and without her years of dance training, and proficiency in martial arts she would have toppled over trying to walk in three inch heels.



To hide her identity, thus separating her regular life from the sexual adventurer she was in her spare time, she wore a long brown wig over her light blonde hair. The wig was loose and natural looking. Trish spent money on her disguises, her anonymity precious to her.



To cover her face she painted her skin to look like a little girl’s doll, giving her a creepy, hyper-sexualized dolly look that was actually pretty disturbing. Trish was very good with make-up and the porcelain kewpie doll make-up was very well done, but still somewhat off-putting none-the less.



Thusly attired she made her way to the afternoon protest.



She drove there, parking a few blocks from the protest, near a subway station in case she needed a quick escape. She rode the train the two stops to the protest location outside the Russian consulate.



The train was full. Many of the other passengers were clearly headed to the protest as well, as indicated by their choice of clothes. There were a lot of men dressed in camouflage, and heavier, thicker clothes than this time of year would necessitate, and there were a plethora of backpacks with Peace signs.



The looks she got were amusing to say the least. She could see that most people were immediately drawn to her exposed skin. Her bare legs looked great, as they should, given how much work she put into looking her best physically, but her bare chest peeking from beneath the lapels of her blazer drew the most attention. Her slim build meant that any movement exposed at least one pink nipple to the eyes of someone on the train.



However as soon as they noticed her odd face, the heavy cutsie make-up obscuring her features they began to look confused.



Before anyone could approach and ask what she was doing the train arrived at the proper stop. Excited people disembarked and in the press of bodies Trish felt a few hands brush her legs and bum as men used the close quarters to press against her unnecessarily.



It got her excited having all these men touching her and looking down her jacket to see her breasts.



Everything was going perfectly.



As the crowd climbed the stairs and began to leave the subway station Trish found more space around her, and she took a good look around the street where the protest was happening.



The crowd was big, but not huge. Perhaps two thousand people, mostly young, wearing things ranging from Anonymous Masks, Ski Hats with face-masks, and gas masks, to simple t-shirts and jeans. Some protesters clearly thought things were going to get violent, yet most seemed calm and peaceful hippies.



Trish was also not the only person dressed in a costume. There were many painted faces, some Styrofoam statues of Lady Liberty, and angels and even a Gumby.



There were brightly painted signs both for and against homosexuality and freedom to marry and all the hot button topics around LGBT groups. The atmosphere was loud and excited. Everywhere she looked there were policemen dressed in riot gear.



No matter what, this was going to be an interesting day.



For the next half an hour Trish wandered amid the crowd looking at the various men there appreciatively. And they in return ogled her back.



All the political tension was building between a group of anti-gay bigots and some trouble-making young men dressed for war. They yelled back and forth and the speeches planned for today were being drowned out by the name-calling and slogans being chanted.



Relishing the challenge of distracting some of these polarized people Trish moved in and out of the milling mob getting herself seen.



There were a few men in the Warriors group that seemed very interested in her. There was more than one man in a gas mask, or balaclava who broke off chanting, or waving signs to stare at her as she strolled by.



All Trish was trying to do is get into their heads. She didn’t know how she would do it, but she needed to separate a few of these guys from the herd in order to get properly fucked by them out in public. Her plan only covered being seen and then luring a few guys away and having a blast. She wanted risky public sex, not a certain arrest.



The situation, however, took a turn when some of the anit-gay bigots began to howl curses at her, calling her a slut, a Jezebel, a harlot and generally targeting her for hatred given how much she excited their poor little animal brains.



Trish was momentarily confused. She hadn’t been paying any attention to the other line of protesters and now that they were targeting her she was the centre of attention.



The militant protesters began to defend her and scream back.



Then objects began getting thrown and in moments a physical altercation took place between a small group of sign waving zealots on both sides.



Trish was almost overrun as the crowds of opposing sides drew together to hurl insults, fruit, rocks and even themselves at each other. A young man of the Religious Right grabbed her arm tightly, as if he were going to make a citizen’s arrest.



Instinct kicked in and Trish immediately twisted his hold into a hold of her own, and applied enough pressure that she brought him to his knees in an arm bar as she neatly stepped behind him. He howled in pain and fear drawing the attention of his friends.



Suddenly Trish was surrounded by screaming people, some of whom tried to grab her. Letting go of the first assailant Trish ducked and weaved attempting to escape the ring of people trying to contain her. Hands reached for her and tried to restrain her and she used her martial art training to bat away their attempts.



Just as she pushed past the last ineffectual clutch at her jacket, a collection of gas-mask wearing men arrived and began punching the religious protesters and driving them back and down.



One gas mask wearer stood apart, his body rigid with tension, but clearly he wanted to be involved somehow.



Trish reached for and took his hand seeing the first opportunity to cull from the herd.



Even as her heart raced, and her body heated with fear, she still held firm to her plan of getting fucked by at least one anonymous man during this protest.



Leading him away she glanced at him trying to determine as many detail about him as she could.



He was young, judging by his dress, and the little of his face she could see through the mask was all eyes, wide with fear and surprise. His skin was all covered so she assumed he had planned on getting into some kind of fight, but he hadn’t, so maybe he was new to this level of militant protest.



Behind them screams were getting louder and the situation looked to be getting very intense. Voices blared on bullhorns, and the police were trying to separate the two skirmishing groups.



The protest had been staged in an open plaza and Trish dragged her companion to an alleyway that opened onto the plaza. As soon as she had any cover what-so-ever she let go of his hand and faced him squarely.



“That was intense.” She said. She had to raise her voice to be heard over the yelling of the thousands strong crowd. People jogged past them, a few feet away on the sidewalk, but Trish didn’t care.



The man she had pulled here bean to raise his gas mask and Trish reached out gently and stopped him.



“I want you to fuck me with that on. Right here.” She unbuttoned her jacket baring her small, delectable breasts to him. She lifted his hand to one supple mound and his fingers automatically began to massage her sensitive tit.



In return Trish reached for and grabbed hold of his cock through his jeans. She massaged the length of him and felt that his prick was quite small.



A little disappointed, she mentally switched gears to accommodate having a small man and not wishing for a big cock to play with.



He lifted another hand to her chest and used both to knead her pliant orbs. Trish unzipped his pants and fumbled around trying to pull his cock out of his underwear and out through his fly. His pole was short and tiny his balls almost non-existent. She had never felt a cock quite like his.



Once she had managed to pull what there was out into the air she looked down and saw it was very pale and shriveled looking. Then it occurred to her that he was terrified.



Once more she looked into his mask and saw large white eyes staring back at her.



Yes, he was very frightened, his body was reacting to the violence and his penis was shrinking to protect itself. She smiled, indulgently. Poor guy. Was he more afraid of violence, or her?



Trish dropped to her knees before him, and opening her mouth, holding her lips slightly above his cock, she looked up to be sure she had his attention.



She did.



His huge eyes were locked on her mouth, anticipating what she was about to do.



Slowly, lovingly, she engulfed him in her warm, wet cavity and she heard his muffled groan through his mask. His penis was cool to the touch, and it took a moment for her services to overcome his fear. Yet soon enough she felt him respond to her mouth. As her tongue caressed his softness, she felt him grow warm to the touch, and then fill with blood, swelling to full length as she bathed him with her mouth.



Near-by the sounds of the crowd grew louder, and angrier, meanwhile Trish knelt in the grungy alley sucking this stranger’s cock, thrilled to be doing exactly what she had hoped to be.



Trish never tired of having a hard cock fill her mouth, and the danger and exposure of this scenario had her pussy thrumming with desire.



Now that he was hard Trish ran her contented mouth up and down his length, tasting every part of his erection. It turned out he was plenty big, larger than average by a bit and as his balls returned from their hiding place up in his body she saw a hefty pair that had her anticipating a tasty load of cum.



Stroking his shaft with her hand while massaging his sack with her other hand Trish licked his knob and ran her lips over the bulb of his tip teasing him with multiple sensations.



Trish had learned from experience that it was far better to get men off quickly in these risky situations. She found it far more satisfying to have them cum quickly than hazard being interrupted and neither of them getting off.



Working him over with that in mind she ran her mouth all along the length off his pole swallowing him deeply, before pulling back and licking his head. She put everything she had into bringing him to climax as quickly as she could. When his hips began to move, driving him in and out of her delicious grip she knew it wouldn’t be long before she tasted his spunk.



Letting her hand fall from his balls she began to play with her tingling clit and she shuddered as she touched the responsive little nub of flesh.



In the spirit of challenge; the game of self-control, Trish decided that she would not cum this encounter. She had pulled this guy far more easily than she had anticipated, and she wanted to try for another to make it more demanding.



And after a few moments of blowing him, when she knew he was close to cumming, she chose to make it one step harder by having him cum on her face. Having a load of sperm on her features would make her less appealing to any other dudes looking to fuck her, and that impediment made her even wetter.



Trish absolutely loved having a hot, wet load of cum on her face. More than tasting it, or feeling it fill her snatch, Trish loved the oozing weight of a man’s seed dripping down her skin. It had been like this for as long as she could remember, and she had never seen a reason to deny herself that thrill when so many men seemed preferred it on some level.



Thus as her random lover began to buck and shudder with his approaching climax she focused on his tip, urging to climax while preparing to pull him from her mouth and aim his ejaculation over her face.



When he finally unleashed his jism Trish felt the first spurt land on her tongue and began to breathe heavier with the first tingles of her own orgasm. Pulling him from her oral grip she held him over her open mouth and stroked his shaft.



Sympathetic tremors quaked her lithe frame as his seed pulsed from his knob and out over her face. Pumping him and licking his tip Trish prolonged his pleasure for as long as he was willing to receive her attention. His climax went on and on as he spent himself over her lips, chin and up over her forehead.



Joyfully accepting his gift Trish had a series of tiny orgasms that made her smile as his cum rained down over her. She never tired of feeling the hot splash of sperm glazing her skin with sticky love.



Before she could begin to suck him off again, to retain his erection for further fun the tone of the crowds yelling grew more tense. It seemed to shift from anger toward fear.



Looking out of the alley toward the protest Trish saw riot police with shields pushing the two factions apart. She saw truncheons being used and people falling to the ground beneath the swinging weapons.



This was now a full scale riot.



“Holy shit!” Her lover exclaimed, and began tucking himself back into his pants. “We have to get out of here.”



“Yes.” Trish said dreamily, not at all caring whether he heard her. The next phase of her plan became clear. She was going right into the fray to see if anyone would play with her. This was so similar to the video that had inspired her that she simply had to take the opportunity to try and recreate it.



She was going to try and draw the rioters down into the subways tunnels.



She stood, leaving her jacket open, the lapels parting to expose her toned belly and flash her bare breasts whenever she moved. Licking her sunk stained lips and tasting delicious cum she shuddered with the desire for more.



Trish felt hypnotized with passion. The lure to give herself to the crowd of men scuffling nearby both frightened and thrilled her.



Wandering off, not looking to see what became of her lover Trish wove her way through the people fleeing the riot into the thick of the maelstrom.



Randomly men broke off fighting around her, and when they did many were momentarily distracted by her blatant sexual offer. Yet the efficient police were driving a wedge between the opponents and forcing combatants to the ground.



Tear gas was fired into the thickest part of the fray blanketing the battle in thick chemical smoke that burned the tear ducts, throat and nasal passages of those without breathing gear.



Trish stopped her approach when she saw that, and looked to see if anyone was running toward the subway station.



Many were fleeing that way, so she circled around the surging mob and made her way over to the stairs leading down.



She wasn’t close to the tear gas, but she could feel its burn, and she felt tears run down her face, mixing with the sperm already there.



Most protesters who weren’t here for violent action had fled already, so Trish found herself one of very few people without some form of protection from harm. Because of this she picked her way cautiously through the riot, avoiding conflict, looking for others not directly involved in a skirmish.



She saw many but few noticed her sexuality. They were scanning for threats, which she was not. Some few of them noticed her naked chest, but it didn’t seem to register what they were seeing.



Finally she made her way to the stairs down into the subway system and she jogged down the stairs as fast as her high heels would allow.



Down below there were fewer screams and less hubbub, but what noise there was echoed loudly in the enclosed space.



Trish walked along the platform as men ran past her, some seeking escape, some seeking enemies.



Positioning herself next to a thick tile covered support column Trish scanned the crowd for a likely sexual partner. Behaving as if she were in a bar looking to hook up Trish casually stood with her back to the wall, one foot pressed to the pillar, her hands roaming her belly, thighs and squeezing her bare tits occasionally as she offered herself to the rioters.



As man after man passed her by without stopping, Trish knew she would have to be more aggressive. She reached for the sleeve of a passing man in an anonymous Guy Fawkes’ mask and tried to stop him. He ignored her and shrugged off her grasp.



Next she called out to a passing man, but he only glanced at her confused.

A police officer in full riot gear hesitated, looking at her through his gas mask, and then moved on, dismissing her.



Maybe she couldn’t get what she wanted here. Maybe the violence was all too intense for these men to think about sex.



Rising to the great challenge, she lifted her skirt and began to play with her bald pussy, slipping a finger into her slit and rubbing up and down while massaging a tit with the other hand.



That worked. Two rioters spotted her and stopped running to watch her play with herself. They were about fifteen feet away from her and they nudged each other and spoke with their gas masked head close together.



One looked around for threats, and then began to walk over to her, closely followed by his partner.



Trish parted her legs wide, pulling her skirt way up over her waist showing them every inch of her legs and her exposed sex. When they were closer, their interest clearly piqued, she pulled off her jacket exposing her entire torso.



Feeling vulnerable, aroused and terrified Trish turned her back to the men and stepped away from the pillar. Letting her weight fall forward she leaned on her hands thrusting her ass out toward them offering her pussy to them.



They moved right up next to her. Gloved hands began to stroke her skin, making her tremble with need. Turning her head to look at them she saw them gazing at her offered body through their masks. One man pulled off his glove and slipped a finger into her dripping wet sex. Trish moaned and gripped him with her inner muscles.



The man began to fuck her with his finger as his friend removed a glove as well, grabbing her hanging tits with his bare hand.



“Fuck me. Both of you please fuck me.” She shouted over the noise of the riot.



People still ran here and there, and the police fought protesters and tried to subdue the greater numbers of still battling opposition. Outmatched, they had little energy to spare for Trish’s lewd behavior.



For now. Her time was severely limited.



Reaching a hand back to the man groping her chest she began to massage the bulge between his legs. Like the last guy he felt small, but now she had figured out why, and undeterred she attempted to bring his manhood to life.



The man using his finger to plum her depths, began to stroke her thigh and massage her buttocks with his free hand. He was clearly beginning to enjoy himself and Trish lifted her butt higher and spread her legs further, encouraging his pillaging of her charms.



The penis under her hand began to stir and she anticipating sucking it soon. Her chest felt warm and yummy as the man caressed her small breasts. His hand roamed over her smooth flesh, cupping the weight of her mounds in his palm and squeezing gently.



The men removed both gloves and their smooth warm skin stroked and explored her own warming flesh as they grew emboldened by her squirming encouragement.



Trish was in heaven as she anticipated what would happen next. This challenge was both her most daring, and her most foolhardy and that dangerous mix was making it one of the most titillating.



The cock she was groping was now at full hardness and Trish did her best to unzip the man’s pants and pull out his cock while bent over awkwardly, offering herself. When it grew too difficult she turned and bent to her knees and used both hands to free the straining boner trapped in denim.



When she pulled her hungry pussy from the other man’s hand she felt forlorn, but she lived to please, and so once one cock was free she immediately began to free the other.



The owner of the first freed cock began to stroke himself while Trish struggled to release the other. Then when both men had their cocks out Trish used both her hands and mouth to reward them for approaching her.



Taking first one then the other in between her lips she sucked and stroked them both to trembling heights in the midst of a riot.



Both men moved nice and close to her, shielding her somewhat from view, but her bare skin and intimate position were obvious to any who cared to look. Luckily for them no-one seemed all that interested in three people having sex while fists, rocks and batons were a very real threat to life and limb.



Both her new lovers had fine specimens of maleness. Each were six to seven inches long and fairly thick. As she gulped and slurped on them she felt a familiar sense of completeness and belonging. Trish never grew jaded about how much she loved sucking cock. She never took it for granted. Something inside her felt whole when she was engaged in pleasing a man.



In her normal life Trish didn’t seek male attention. Men found it too hard to see past her physical beauty and that limitation on their part bored her. But when it came to sex Trish was at her best when actively gratifying a male. It was a holdover from an abusive childhood, but she looked at it as an enhancement to her life, not a detriment.



There were times when her deepest-self worried about these games of Self Control. Trish certainly questioned her own sanity when she considered how dangerous her life could get at times like this, but as soon as she had a cock in her mouth all consideration of consequence fled and she thought only of the reward. A hot spray of sticky cum drenching her. Nothing else mattered.



So it was that she put her all into pleasing these men. She knelt on the cool tile of the subway platform and worked both cocks with her expert ministrations bringing them to the heights of passion.



When she felt them getting close to climax she pulled back and went to her hands and knees, taking one firm cock with her, pulling her lover with her grip on his tool and she swallowed him once more when she was properly positioned to take both men at once.



Offering her firm ass to the man left behind she suckled the one man while reaching back and spreading her pussy lips for the other.



Easily picking up her obvious clue the other man positioned himself at her entrance and eased into her steaming slit.



As she was filled by cock for the first time in weeks Trish moaned her need over the firm member lodged in her throat. Voracious with longing Trish began to push back on the cock entering her, urging him to plunge in and fuck her hard.



Once she had forced him to bottom out in her tight grip Trish bucked and humped back at him while feeding the other man’s cock into her face. She gripped the man in her mouth with lips and one hand and pumped him eagerly into her drooling orifice. Trish was on fire, desperate to be hammered violently by these men. She wanted their fucking to match the intensity of the riot around them.



Quickly the men drew confidence from her obvious desire to be aggressively fucked and they started to pound into her. The man fucking her cunt drove himself into her , his belly slapping her upturned ass and his cock slamming into her cervix making her cry out with delight.



The man using her mouth also started propelling himself in and out of her mouth assertively, his balls slapping her chin lewdly making her wriggle with lascivious arousal.



Both men instinctively began to plunge into her at the same time, filling her so completely that Trish began to feel the beginnings of her climax approaching only moments after being penetrated.



All around them the riots continued. Policemen shouted at people to stop and lay on the ground. The meaty thud of clubs being driven into flesh echoed the slap of belly to butt as Trish was as ferociously assailed in one way as the protesters were assaulted in another.



Knowing this would be brought to a potentially violent end any moment Trish felt the beauty of the transience of this encounter. Any second it could end as a police officer arrested them. Using the fragility of the instant Trish gave herself over to her pleasure and began to cum.



A warm, thick wash of bliss emanated from her clit and spread out over her body. Working out from the deep thick muscles of her inner thighs it radiated outward in waves that washed further and further away from her centre and finally encompassed the whole of her being.



Wailing her rapture around the dong slipping in and out of her gaping mouth Trish felt tremendous delight as every moment became more perfectly filled with gratification. The longer her pleasure peaked the more she enjoyed having these men use her body. Every cell opened up like a flower in the desert opened to the rain.



Pure elation cascaded outward from her pussy enveloping the whole of humanity. She felt glutted on delight and she spilled over the remnants in a warm flow of sticky fluids. Shuddering and bucking she came and came, her body too small and frail to contain this amount of euphoria.



And yet there was more pleasure to experience. Suddenly the man fucking her blissful pussy began to fill her clenching core with sperm. When she felt the warm gush of his seed Trish discovered that the limits of her physical being had only just begun to be expanded.



Light exploded behind her eyes as her brain registered the thrill of being pumped full of cum. All her sexual life she had gloried in a man’s orgasm. The hot thick spill of jism delighted her like nothing else. Already primed fully to revel in her pleasure Trish felt her delight swell to engulf her in even greater waves of ecstasy.



Clutching at the moving cock ensconced in her quivering cunt, Trish tried to hold her lover still so she could revel in his swollen manhood , but he continued to move, driving into her and pumping his load into her deepest recesses.



Desperate to feel every throb of his member she clamped her strong pussy over him and squeezed as hard as she could. Forced to release the other cock from her mouth Trish willed her body to hold her other lover still needing him wedged deep inside her ravenous core.



It worked. With one last thrust the man found he could no longer pull out and his climax came to a final euphoric culmination. His fingers dug deeply into her buttocks and she could hear his muffled groan as he spilled his last drops into her contracting quim.



Her climax was a ferocious monster that tossed her helplessly. Shuddering violently as her orgasm thrashed her in a delightful grip, Trish languished in the jaws of a beast beyond her control.



Then, after a prolonged spasm, Trish was finally once more the one in control of her limbs. As she unclasped her firm grip on the man in her pussy she felt him pull backward, not out, but outward and this sensation, minimal though it was, sent her off on another climax just as violent as the last.



Helplessly she convulsed with paroxysms of joy, her body supremely fulfilled by this encounter. Heat burned in her slot as her lover moved in and out slowly, easing himself gently out and back into her velvety grip. Yet even this much stimulation was too great, and her overcharged body throbbed with passion.



Then her other lover began to stroke her face with his damp tool. She opened her mouth for him, beyond reason or caring. As his knob passed her lips she felt an even deeper climax contract her body in a tightly coiled grip.



All her life Trish had wondered how far she could push her body in these sexual encounters she subjected herself too, and today she found a hidden depth to sexual gratification she had never encountered before.



This dangerous setting, so public, so sordid and deviant had unlocked an even greater capacity for pleasure in her than anything she had known before.



Degenerately she rutted like an animal on the filthy tile of the subway floor while all around her humanity thrashed in polarizing conflict. As other members of her species struggled with each other Trish indulged in her basest carnal desires and achieved bliss amid their torment.



And she was not alone.



Her mouth suddenly began to fill with delectable sperm. The man fucking her face spilled his gooey jizz onto her thrashing tongue and once more the pleasure of her partner drove her deeper into the veiled pit of pure delight she could never fully remember after.



As warm cum filled her mouth and she guzzled it like ambrosia her body pulsated with pure delight at having achieved her goal. All she ever wanted was this reward, this wet, viscous sign of approval. A man’s seed signified his acceptance of all the sordid, unsavory conduct she engaged in to test her Self Control.



Exulting in her reward Trish quaked with physical gratification as she drank his cum. Approval splashed over her tongue thrilling her with wicked tribute.



Swallowing her reward Trish let the slippery dong fall from her lips as she gasped for air, her body spent from her exertions.



A pair of struggling opponents stumbled by just then and jostled the trio of sexual partners.



Her lovers hustled to disengage from the panting woman they had just fucked. Zipping up they scrambled to their feet suddenly reminded of what was going on around them.



Trish beyond the ability to care at that moment rested her head on her forearms and, with her ass still in the air, gasped to catch her breath after her debilitating orgasms.



Abandoned by her erstwhile paramours Trish tried to gather the remnants of her sense of self-preservation, tattered to ruins by a series of explosive climaxes. All she really wanted was to stay here, ass up, and either rest or continue being fucked.



Yet she forced awareness back into her exhausted body and once more became aware of the conflict around her. Violence surrounded her. Struggling men fought each other mere feet away in clumps and pairs of bodies.



Trish summoned her willpower and coerced her tired body to rise. She crawled to her jacket and used the pillar to struggle to her feet.



Chaos roiled all around her as the police attempted to part fighting protesters and apprehend rioters.



Leaking fluids from her still thrumming pussy Trish pulled the jacket over her torso and then tugged her skirt over her groin. Then she staggered along the platform, avoiding thrashing men and running people. Aiming for the stairs back to the street she tottered along slowly, careful to negotiate her way past fighting men.



As the aftereffects of her tremendous series of orgasms left her body she grew more acutely aware of danger and moved more quickly.



Occasionally someone would look at her, assessing the risk she posed, and then seeing her smeared make-up, and open jacket would pause and really look at this tussled, stained woman walking slowly through the combat.



Trish made no attempt to hide her bare chest and if anyone had approached she would have happily fucked them. That was why she had come here and she had not reached the limit her Self Control demanded she test.



Yet no-one did approach, they were understandably far more worried about the riot.



When at last she emerged above ground she saw the carnage that had occurred in the plaza. Broken glass, smouldering wreckage and spent tear gas canisters littered the street.



Here and there the police hauled away combatants, and the protesters attempted to stop them.



There were a few broken windows, but it appeared that no looting had happened, or was happening at present anyway.



Trish began to walk in the direction her car was parked a couple blocks away, her mind nearly numb from the shock of the violence going on around her and the stupefying orgasms she was still recovering from.



Before she had gone a block she encountered three men in once tidy button down shirts and khaki pants. They were disheveled and had some blood here and there indicating they had been in a fight of some sort.



They gaped at Trish, her legs glazed with her cum and the seeping sperm of a lover, her face, once painted like a doll looking smeared and vulgar her breasts bared lecherously. She saw the moment that one of them recognized her. One of the men suddenly looked furious; his face darkening and his eyes blazing.



“Look at that whore! Look at that slut parading around here like a harlot. She was the one that started all this!” The three men began to walk toward her.



Recognizing this man in return she recalled him screaming at her from the line of bigots when things began.



The leader was continuing his tirade, working the others up to a fever pitch and she saw him as clearly in those first moments as he saw her. This man feared and hated women because they brought out in him feelings he was powerless to contend with.



Every word he said confirmed this.



“Behold the spawn of Satan herself come to lure us with her lustful looks and bared flesh!” He cried as if speaking to hundreds, not two. “In days of old she would have been stoned to death here on the street for looking so wantonly!”



Instinctively Trish assessed the best reaction to give them. These men were fueled by hatred and fear, they had obviously already engaged in violence today, and were ready to do so again. She needed to turn this violence into sex rather than a beating.



If she wanted this to be a sexual encounter not a wholly violent one she needed to get off the street. Looking around she saw a worn derelict brick building to her immediate left. The door was open and the interior dim and grungy looking.



Trish began to walk that way as the men moved toward her. They followed her from a distance and she used a combination of fearful movement and sexual provocation to pull them after her.



The loud mouth stepped ahead of the others. “She seeks to tempt us brothers! Do not submit.” He called.



Poised on the threshold of the door Trish called out to them.



“You guys wouldn’t know what to do with a woman if she offered herself to you.”



As she spoke Trish removed her jacket once more, exposing her perfect breasts to their wide open eyes. When she saw them gaze at her firm, proud breasts she let one hand brush over her soft flesh.



Then she slipped inside the derelict building and prayed they followed her.



Inside it was dirty and dingy and smelled musty. Someone had kicked the door in and the remains of the doorjamb littered the nearby floor.



Immediately to her left a room opened up and the floor was littered with debris and the refuse of the many junkies who had used this room to do whatever drugs currently gutted the poor. A stained mattress caught her eye and she shivered excitedly thinking about having three men take her on that filthy bed.



Behind her the men arrived. Trish walked over to the bed on the floor and tossed her jacket nonchalantly.



Stepping out of her skirt Trish revealed her swollen, glistening slit to their dumbfounded gaze.



“You church boys got any balls? You think you can handle a real woman, or would you rather kneel in front of your God and beg?”.



The leader ran up to her and Trish went loose ready to absorb the strike she saw coming. She could have avoided it, or countered with a move of her own, but instead she took his slap to the face, turning with it to lessen the effect.



Even so the crack of his hand on her cheek echoed in the stillness of the room. It hurt and made her eyes water but she had endured far worse in the S&M dungeons she had visited.



Everyone froze waiting to see what happened after such a brutal slap. Trish slowly turned back to look at her attacker and she smiled and reaching out cupped his cock in her hand.



“Did that get you hard big boy? Does hitting women make you feel manly?” Stroking his cock she felt that in fact he was somewhat hard.



He didn’t move her hand, but grabbed her shoulders and shook her.



“Jezebel, you will not tempt the likes of me with your lewdness.”



“Go on hit me again, show me how much of a man you are.” Her hand gripped his shaft and squeezed.



His hand came up and once more she went loose to absorb the impact. Another slap rocked her head back and to the right, her left cheek stinging from the blow, but it was still less than she could take.

She looked up at him, tears leaking from her eyes, and she smiled into his snarling face. The cock in her hand stirred as she made eye contact and she kneaded the still pliant flesh.



“Oooo. Hitting me really turns you on doesn’t it? Here spank my saucy ass.” Turning she pressed her buttocks into his stiffening member and ground her ass on him. He didn’t step back but he did begin to spank her.



“You are a whore and I won’t sully myself with the likes of you.” He screamed as he walloped her cheeks. These strikes did hurt, a lot, because she couldn’t see them coming, but Trish knew how to separate herself from the pain.



The leader of the group grabbed her arms at the elbow and pulled her to him. She stood with her back and buttocks pressed to his front as he gripped her arms painfully, holding her still. Trish could easily have gotten out of his grip, the hold he used could be countered in many ways, but she chose to keep still and see what developed.



The other two men moved to her front and stared at her out-thrust beasts and exposed pussy.



“You boys like what you see?” she asked and spread her legs wider. Tilting her pelvis forward she offered them the slick, wetness of her sex, still full of sperm from her last encounter.



“Punish her, Mark. Slap her. Teach her to respect us, and our ways.”



Mark went pale and identified himself. “Go on.” The leader encouraged. “Do it.”



Raising his hand slightly he stared at her painted face; tears leaked from her eyes, her make-up smeared and stained with dried jism from her first man today, and still Trish knew he found her attractive. Men always found her attractive when they hurt her. That was why she has spent years training her body to respond with pleasure when she encountered pain. The more they tried to hurt her the more pleasure she took from it. This was the core of her ability to maintain Self Control. She lived for the moment when the men who tried to hurt her broke and gave her what she wanted. That special, magical moment when they ejaculated and she knew she had won. When they proved that she was stronger and better than them.



Each man had his breaking point, and a trigger that led to it. Her skill lay in exploiting them. Looking at Mark she saw a man conflicted between his lust and his compassion. He wouldn’t respond well to her anger. He needed to see her genuine arousal in order to engage in sex with her.



Trish had been in a number of dangerous situations like this, she purposely sought them out, but the trick to each was walking the terrifyingly thin line of balance between the many personalities present. Mark was almost the opposite of the loud mouth. Yes he wanted her and he would take her violently if Loud Mouth told him to, but Trish wanted to push Mark far enough that he wanted to actively participate in this.



That was the hard part. How to do that, while keeping Loud Mouth engaged in his particular way too, and the still unknown fellow on top of that. These were the challenges she lived for.



With acting skills keenly honed over years spent in an abusive home Trish adopted the role she felt in her deepest gut would pull Mark into willingly abusing her, and thus she would be able to control the abuse, keeping it within the boundaries she accepted.



Allowing her tears to fall freely, she softened her face appealingly, changing from the challenging shrew to the cute girl-next-door that she suspected Mark wanted her to be.



“You’d better do what he says. It’s alright.” She smiled for him, a weak, sad smile. Then she winked at him. “I can take it.” Then she wiggled lewdly against Loud Mouth, grinding her ass against his cock once more. “Hold me tight, wimp.” And she shared a secret smile with Mark.



“Slap this whore already. She is making a mockery of everything we have fought for today.” Loud Mouth held her tighter still, trying to stop her squirming.



Mark stepped close and looking deeply into her weeping eyes prepared to slap her. Trish nodded to him, and Mark swung his hand and his palm smacked her cheek with a weak pat.



The other young man with them giggled at Mark’s feeble effort.



“You do it.” Mark hissed, clearly embarrassed by the whole thing.



The other man, a rat faced fellow with a mean glint in his eye stepped up immediately and slapped Trish across the face, hard. She gasped as she recoiled. She’s had no time to prepare and it stung the worst of the lot so far.



Before she could regain her equilibrium he slapped her again with a backhand that sent her head flying the other way. That was going to leave a bruise.



“You like that?” He gritted between clenched teeth. “I don’t see you smiling now whore!”



He was however. He had a tight mean smile and Trish realized that he was a hard-core bully. This was the sort of man she most feared, the hardest kind to placate with anything less than blood.



Then he began to slap her breasts. Swatting her naked flesh he struck her soft mounds over and over while yelling at her, spittle flying from his mouth.



“You are a slut! A tease! You skank! The Lord is too good for the likes of you!”



With her chest stinging like a horrible sunburn Trish took deep breathes and tried to calm her panic as she absorbed the assault. The shock was overwhelming, but the pain was no more than she had endured in the dungeon of the sex club she frequented. She could deal with this.



As she found her place of calm the slaps continued as Rat Faced slapped her tits, then her belly and down to her thighs. He switched hands as his face went bright red with his efforts.



Tears flowed from her eyes and she gasped periodically with pain. And yet her goal remained the same. Trish still sought ways to turn this from a beating into a fucking. She ground her ass into Loud Mouth’s crotch and clenched her buttocks around his hard shaft as much as possible. She spread her thighs for Rat Face, offering him her glinting sex. She wanted more than ever for these three assholes to fuck the shit out of her.



Rat Face ran out of steam pretty quickly, he didn’t know how to do this properly, and his hand was clearly hurting.



“That’s how you do it Mark.” He sneered at his friend, while cradling his sore hands as unobtrusively as he could. Trish saw however, and hoped that would be the end of the slapping.



Suddenly inspired, Trish allowed her weight to sag, making Loud Mouth choose to either hold her up bodily, or let her fall to her knees. He opted to hold on but let her weight slump. Trish went to her knees on the squalid floor and sagged as if she were vanquished. Loud Mouth still held her arms, pulling them back, his grip slipping from her elbows to her wrists.



Falling as far as she could forward in Loud Mouth’s hold she let her face move within inches of Rat Face’s crotch where he stood panting in front of her. She let her wig cascade over her face in long brown locks and she brushed his crotch with the top of her head.



Rat Face froze at that light contact and Trish exaggerated her gasping letting her whole body sway while pressing her head to the growing erection in Rat Face’s pants. When she felt him lean onto the top of her head slightly she sobbed loudly and lifted her face and pressed her cheek to his rapidly hardening cock.



It was incredibly difficult balancing the desires of three men in such an extreme situation, but Trish felt she had a handle on how to play these guys. So far it seemed Loud Mouth wanted to punish her, Rat Face wanted to dominate her, and Mark wanted to save her.



Trish didn’t have time to play coy with these guys, someone could arrive, or one of them might grow too scared to proceed, or even determine that they weren’t going to get the encounter they wanted and just start to beat her, so Trish gambled and escalated things.



Opening up her mouth she stuck out her tongue and lifting her head ran her pink appendage along the shaft of Rat Face’s cock through his pants. Looking up at him through the sheath of her hair she gazed at him with need and submission while licking along his length.



Then she turned her head looking for Mark and saw him pull his gaze from her nudity and glance at her face. Trish shrugged and smiled for him. Then she twisted around and called back to Loud Mouth.



“At least one of your minions is a real man.”



Rat Face seemed stunned by her lasciviousness and he made no move to stop Loud Mouth as he bent down taking Trish’s head in his hands and held her immobile.



“You have a lot of nerve you slut. I would be careful what you say here, if I were you.” He squatted behind her, his legs parted around her back, his hard-on pressing into her spine.



With her hands now free Trish reached forward to balance herself and grabbed Rat Face’s cock with one hand and his thigh with the other.



“Do you think I might get in trouble? Oh no! If I play nice will you let me go?” She stroked Rat Face’s erection boldly and she looked up at him with imploring eyes, her head still held firm by Loud Mouth.



“You’d like us to sully ourselves with the likes of you, wouldn’t you, you skank? You like to tempt us from Heaven’s embrace!” Loud Mouth hissed in her ear.



“I’d like to sully myself with this.” Trish deftly unzipped Rat Face’s pants and reached into his fly to grab his penis through his underwear. Rat Face didn’t move, but she saw him smile down at her with his evil little grin. His hard-on pulsed in her hand, heat radiating off the engorged shaft.



All three men froze as she groped Rat Face openly. Her hand was the only part of the small group moving, all eyes on her wrist where it disappeared into his fly and the bulge of her hand on his cock as it ran up and down.



Knowing she needed to proceed before she was stopped Trish nimbly tugged Rat Face’s underwear down and then extracted his tool from his fly, exposing it to their view.



His cock was pleasing looking, big, but well within the average size and pink with a darker circumcised head. It was smooth with a few prominent veins and a clean healthy skin.



Trish stroked Rat Face’s shaft openly. She glanced over at Mark and saw that he was mesmerized by what she was doing, his eyes wide and his tongue licking his lips tentatively.



Behind her Loud Mouth squeezed her head tightly and leaned forward forcing her to move her face closer to the erection in her hand.



Leaning in of her own accord Trish brought her lips right next to the head of the cock and beseechingly looked up at Rat Face seeking permission to suck it.



There is a special sort of tension to the initial moment sex starts that Trish loved. As she held still poised to start sucking his cock Trish saw the choice flash across Rat Face’s features. Like the moment a performer pulls an audience member on stage, there is a split second of hesitation from the audience member. A good performer can pull the person through it effortlessly, and Trish had learned to do that.



All it took was eye contact, confidence and compassion.



When Rat Face looked into her eyes he would see that she meant him no harm, that she wanted his participation in her defilement. Trish sincerely wanted him and all his friends to fuck her here on that soiled mattress. Seeing that he had permission to indulge in his most perverse fantasies Rat Face proceeded where otherwise he might not.



Placing his hand on her head Rat Face urged her on and she opened up and took him between her lips. Sliding her tongue around his knob she ran her lips over his head and made a real show of it for the others watching.



Trish could feel Loud Mouth’s cock grinding into her back and feel the heat of his breath on her cheek as he leaned closer to watch every miniscule movement.



Trish let the knob pass from her lips and she began to run her lips and tongue along the side of the shaft so she could face Mark. Looking up at him she saw his eyes meet hers above the hard cock between her lips.



Reaching out Trish grabbed Mark’s belt and pulled him closer. While running her mouth along the length of Rat Face’s pole she began to stroke Mark’s cock through his pants. He flinched at first but her hand on his obviously aroused member relaxed him.



Loud Mouth could no longer see her face or Rat Face’s cock from where he was so he adjusted. Moving around he knelt on her right and began to stroke her bright red, stinging breasts. He pinched her nipple hard and made her groan.



Opening her perceptions as wide as she could Trish, the sexual virtuoso she was, began to perform for all three men.



Engulfing Rat Face’s prick fully in her warm mouth she pulled Mark’s cock out with her left hand and used her other to search for and find Loud Mouth’s. She groped Loud Mouth clumsily while stroking Mark’s boner and blowing Rat Face. Three cocks all happy with her attention.



If she could purr like a cat Trish would be doing so now. With a hard cock in each hand and one in her mouth she felt utterly content to kneel here for a few moments basking in the attention of these three men.



Her tingling skin, sore from being slapped, was now being mauled roughly by Loud Mouth and that tingling pleasure was getting her very horny.



Mark stepped closer and she switched from sucking Rat Face to slurping on Mark’s straining tool. Rat Face smeared his wet pole around her hollowed cheek and painted her features with her own saliva.



Loud Mouth pulled away and her hand fell from his cock, which was the only member still ensconced in pants.



Lifting her small hands she wrapped fingers around the two cocks aimed at her face and stroked both, taking turns sucking each for a few seconds then switching to the other. The sounds of her pleasure filled the room with soft voiced moans of delight.



Back and forth she alternated stuffing one cock down her throat then the other while madly jacking both off. Hungrily she gobbled them, devouring their erections, putting on a lewd display of being a cock hungry whore.



Then she felt Loud Mouth move immediately to her side and looking over saw his exposed cock also aimed at her face.



Now she began to juggle cocks.



With both hands and her mouth Trish pleasured these men. Kneeling on the trash covered floor, the sounds of a riot still echoing from a block away Trish stroked two slippery pricks and sucked one. Then she would switch who was being blown and who was being jacked off.



Her head bobbed up and down over hard man flesh and her spittle dribbled over her face and hands as she drooled over these hard rods of throbbing manhood.



At times like this Trish felt more at home than at any other moment. Feminism meant nothing to her, Equality a distant memory. Trish Stark lived to be used by men. Aware of how demeaning it was for other women to contemplate a situation like this, Trish made no apology for her lusts.



Trish was grateful for the efforts of other women to advance the lives of females everywhere, and Trish had every intention of living a life free of the constraints men placed on women in normal situations. Yet for Trish sex could only be satisfying if it were dangerous, degrading and pushed her emotional boundaries.



Trish wasn’t like other women. It wasn’t her fault, or her choice, but she indulged it wholeheartedly now that she was aware of it. It scared her how well her body and mind worked together to bring her explosive orgasms from uninhibited, dangerous sex. But that is what brought her the most pleasure, and after a terrible childhood she felt entitled to as much pleasure as she could achieve.



With three men all under her spell, literally in the palm of her hands, she was able to access a freedom no other area of life could provide. Here everything was simple, she used the body she had been given, the one she trained for just this purpose; being exploited and utilized for the pleasure of strangers.



Her attention had wandered and she had focused too long on Mark’s cock. Rat Face and Loud Mouth grew restless rubbing their cocks against her cheeks trying to get her to suck on them. Then Loud Mouth moved behind her and disappeared from her cock filled view.



She switched to Rat Face’s erection and was swallowing him as deeply as she could when she felt Loud Mouth spreading her legs wider apart and exposing her sex. Helping him she adjusted her position to give him greater access by sticking her ass out and arching her back.



Still sucking Rat Face she used his and Mark’s bodies to support her weight as she leaned forward to give Loud Mouth a better shot at her pussy. Anticipation made her tremble as she waited to be filled from behind.



Doubling her efforts to suck off the other two men Trish worshiped their cocks adoringly as she felt Loud Mouth position himself behind her, his cock rubbing along her thighs as he aimed it at her slit.



When his knob parted her wet nether lips she moaned with need. This whole scenario was one of the hottest she had ever been in, and she had already gotten herself deliriously fucked in a crazy situation earlier. Her body was thrumming with desire, her brain fogged by lust as she felt herself taken by these men in this crack den.



At last Loud Mouth shoved his cock into her. He didn’t ease in, he didn’t allow her to accommodate herself to accept his size, he just rammed himself into her slick opening and it made her feel amazing.



She was still slippery from other men’s cum, but her juices were in full flow anyway, she was so aroused by this situation. She gasped as she felt hard cock fill her, but it didn’t hurt at all. She wanted it harder.



Loud Mouth began to drive in and out of her dripping cunt and each time he filled her up Trish grunted over the cock she was sucking. When he pulled out she whimpered from the loss. The tingling friction of his pole moving in her sensitive depths made her tremble with passion.



Loud mouth groped her tits as he pulled her body back onto his shaft while driving his hips forward and filling her with meat. He treated her like a fuck toy and Trish loved it.



The other men began to masturbate over her face when she wasn’t sucking them, and their cock heads rubbed all over her damp face as she swayed back and forth from the deep thrusts she was getting from behind.



What little make-up still covered her face was transferring to the cocks waving before her eyes, and spittle coated them with gleaming wetness. Trish’s face was a wet mess of fluids and she spilled even more drool down her chin and over her breasts as cocks came and went from her wide open maw.



Trish could have stayed like this forever, but she wanted the men to all enjoy themselves fully. She wasn’t here simply to please herself. Her aim was to make these men lose control before she did. That was the game and she needed to win.



She wanted them all in every hole, she was desperate to be completely filled by cock, but by the rules of her game she needed them to be in charge. They had to dictate what happened to her and she had to have the courage to do it, or fail.



Pretending to stop for air Trish let her head droop, hanging between the two men whose cocks were in her hands. She continued to stroke the slippery shafts while waiting for a particularly deep thrust from Loud Mouth.



With her hips she tilted her sex away from Loud Mouth slightly not letting him cram himself all the way into her. She denied him that last inch of her pussy and when he grew frustrated he slammed into her driving his prick as deep inside her as he could.



Trish used his momentum to push forward and she let herself fall between the other two men. Letting them go she stopped her fall with her hands on the filthy bed beyond them.



Now she was on all fours, Loud Mouth had just the tip of his cock inside her, his hands fell from her breasts to her ass when she toppled, and the other two men laughed at her awkward tumble.

In the semi-darkness of a Gothic mansion’s basement two women in bathrobes stood in front of a row of tall, clear tanks. The smaller, lithe dark one looked up anxiously at the strongly built, older blond who in turn stared intently into the nearest tank. Inside a third women floated, naked, her hair waving gently in the current as minute bubbles rose in slow streams around her. She smiled dreamily at her audience and languidly waved at them.



“So she actually can breathe in there?” Mayor Shirley Kuttner-Gascogne asked?



“Oh, yes.” Karl von Preussen, (MD, PhD, FAAAS and a couple of et ceteras) nodded soberly. “The fluid is not only hyper-saturated with oxygen but contains whichever blend of medications and amino acids that will best serve the patient’s needs. Naturally, Alice is long past any need for treatment but she enjoys the sensations and is always glad to demonstrate for the unsure.”



“Treatment. And what are you proposing to treat me for, Karl?” Shirley asked with a skeptical arch in her eyebrow.



Her husband answered from behind her. “Cheri, ever since our first encounters your approach to l’amour et la sexualité could be described in many ways. Ardent, enthusiastic, demanding, dominant and many more. ‘Owever, at no time could one say you were softly compliant. It will be a new experience for you, non?”



The mayor pursed her lips and nodded slightly. Indeed it would be. One of her harem of toyboys had called her a bossy playmate and she had to admit he had her pegged. “And I would be released, all demure but available just in time for our Halloween party? It might be interesting being submissive for a change.” Her face sharpened. “But this new condition will be temporary, right?”



The scientist laughed. “Of course, at least if you only spend a session or two in the tank. For permanent effect, treatment would have to stretch out over a month or more alternating between one day awake and a week in recuperative slumber.”



“An entire week asleep?



“Hibernating, actually. Your pulse drops to around four beats a minute and you only breathe about a dozen times each hour.”



The mayor looked down at her smaller companion. “And when it’s done, Officer Boggs will be a more positive and happier person and an even better cop?”



“The first I can guarantee and the latter I would put money on.” Von Preussen was emphatic. “Chief O’Shaughnessy said in the personnel file that she was already an effective officer but that developing a more benign attitude would make her a superb one. And you do want to be a superb officer, don’t you Miranda?”



Miranda Boggs may have been slight but beneath her bathrobe wiry muscle rippled across her body. Physically she was tough as an old boot but the expression on her face now was vulnerable, beseeching. She nodded reluctantly.



Shirley laid a hand on her shoulder. “Mindy, you can see I never require anyone to take risks I’m unwilling to take myself. We’ll be side by side, at least for the first week, and I promise that if you really don’t want to get back in you won’t have to. However, until you learn to control your anger and to decide when the law has to be enforced and when it can stretch a little, it will be a long time before you make sergeant.”



Miranda took a deep breath, closed her eyes and clenched her teeth as she regained control. “I—I understand that part. But Doctor, what’s with the cages? Can’t we just climb in?”



The tall, bald man sighed. He took out a handkerchief from his coat pocket and cleaned his horn-rimmed glasses. “Really, young lady, I wish you could. Unfortunately there is one thing I can’t control, the human panic reflex when first you try to breath under the surface. I feel so bad about that I’ve seriously considered sedating patients before suspending them but then I would have to balance the original sedative with those in the tank and I won’t risk the possibility of getting it wrong. I’ve never lost a patient, thank Heaven, and I don’t intend to start now. No, you have to be held under the surface until you finally gasp and take the fluid in. It’s really very pleasant once you get used to it. Look at Alice.”



Alice by now was almost asleep but she winked slowly as though she could hear the conversation. Perhaps she could, Shirley thought. Turning to another tank she whistled under her breath at the sight of a man sleeping peacefully as he hung suspended amid the bubbles. Yes, there was a smile on his face but far more prominent was the rampant erection sticking up from his crotch. It wasn’t the biggest hard-on Shirley had ever encountered but it was impressive.



“Hmmm, it looks like he’s having some interesting dreams.”



“No doubt he is. It’s a side effect of the medication mix. You have the most astonishingly erotic dreams in the tank. And very vivid ones, too. She doesn’t admit it but I personally suspect that’s why Alice is always so eager to return; it would have to be quite the orgy out here in the real world to match the one going on in her head.”



Mayor Shirley smiled wickedly. “So it’s good for you and a lot of fun, as well? Miranda, I see no downside. Hand the doctor your robe and we’ll get started.” She undid the tie around her waist and shrugged the garment away to Hercule’s waiting hands. Von Preussen made a discrete double-take. The mayor had suggested more than once that he attend one of her notorious parties but he’d always been too preoccupied with his research and medical practice to take advantage of the offer. Now that the procedures were routine it was, perhaps, time for a change of mind.



Blushing even darker, Officer Boggs followed suit and with obvious reluctance stepped into the cage that would carry her up and into the therapeutic tank. Hercule carefully kept his face blank. Equally attracted to voluptuous women and smooth young men he noted that the supple policewoman did a good job of combining the potential delights of both. Yes, he was sure that any course of treatment rendering the girl warmer, less inhibited, softer and more compliant was a splendid idea. If the City hadn’t already arranged to pay for it he would volunteer to do so at once.



Once the barred doors were closed and securely latched, the women heard machinery whirr as both cages lifted them off the floor and into the air. Two tanks sat empty and ready, domed lids open. The surface of the stuff within roiled slightly as a myriad of tiny bubbles rose to the surface and popped in a waxy, slippery way. An ominous iridescence glistened across the liquid and the women’s eyes both went wide as they were positioned over their prospective vats. The whirring changed notes and they began their descent.



The fluid was bath warm with a greasy, almost obscene feel to it. Their feet submerged. As the stuff climbed her legs, Shirley thought it had an insinuating, unctuous sensation, like the hands of a lover hungry for her body. She shuddered appreciatively.



“Now remember,” Dr. von Preussen called up to them, “the best way to do this is open your mouth and try to take a deep breath when your head goes under. Remember, you can breathe!”



Descending, Miranda felt as though the liquid was groping her thighs, then her sex and bottom. She tensed and as it flowed up around her taught breasts she let out an anguished scream. The stuff flowed into her mouth making her choke and cough and in desperation—inhale. In panic she banged fruitlessly on the door until suddenly a great calm spread out from her full lungs. She could breathe. The warmth of the tank, the floating sensation and the tickling, trickling bubbles were, in an odd way, quite wonderful. The fear disappeared leaving her relaxed and floating. This must be how it feels before you’re born—with an adult twist.



She looked through the tank walls to see both men looking at her questioningly. She flashed them a lazy smile and slowly made the ‘okay’ sign with her fingers. The floor of the cage dropped away as the derrick hoisted it out the top. The dome closed over her and she floated without effort, suspended amid the gently swirling currents and the effervescence. Languid drowsiness overcame the young officer and she closed her eyes and went to sleep.



The men turned to the mayor. Whatever was in the tank’s mix was obviously having an effect. Generous breasts, now free from gravity, stuck out from her chest and already her nipples were erect. She gave a slow, sensuous wink and stuck out the tip of her tongue in such a sultry way it made von Preussen shiver.



The motion caught Hercule’s eye. “So, Monsieur le Docteur, this year you will not decline our invitation, non?”



“No, no,” the bespectacled man gulped, “I—I definitely want to attend.”



They turned and slowly walked between the rows of tanks. Hercule saw with approval that in addition to the treatment facility’s latest addition, there were seven women and four men. All showed evidence of strong sexual arousal. He smiled and paused before one labeled ‘Andrew’. Inside the taught, pale, freckled backside of an athletic youth especially caught his attention.



“Your other patients,” the bulky Frenchman began, “are they too ‘aving their inhibitions reduced?”



Von Preussen nodded gravely. “Oh yes, that’s the most common reason for their coming here. Of course, I don’t personally know how far they were reduced. It would be unprofessional for me to take advantage.”



“But it would not be unprofessional to accept an invitation if one were offered, Monsieur le Docteur, and I can assure you at least one will be. My wife and I have a very open relationship and she is a great fan of the male sex. Not that she has anything against women, mais non, no more than I have against attractive young men. I see you are beginning to perspire at the thought? That is good. May I make un suggestion méchant, a roguish suggestion? We usually ‘old our parties at a formidably respectable house downtown. ‘Owever, Shirley’s so-competent assistant, le petit Marilynn, can easily change those arrangements. Your house, suitably decorated, will provide a most appropriate venue for a Halloween party and should any of your patients be interested in joining . . .?”



“I—I could never do that!”



“Nonsense, Monsieur le Docteur, wake them up for a ‘midnight snack’ a day or so before and ask them. Any who accept get, shall we say, decanted? Those who do not remain blissfully slumbering and serve as décor. Très logique!”



*****



A cat-suited Marilynn Sylvester hummed happily to herself as her husband drove her car to the Halloween party. As Hercule had said, she was ferociously competent at administrative tasks so keeping the town running along while arranging to turn the old von Preussen place into a House of Sex had been nothing but an amusing challenge. The von Preussen’s had been a prosperous brewing family in the XIX Century and the family mansion, in Gothic Revival, stood on five acres of what was now a thick wood. With proper lighting around the outside and candles within, it was suitably eerie. The basement, with its treatment tanks now looking like some Mad Scientist’s specimen collection, and with a suitable collection of padded benches would be the showpiece of the evening.



“I can’t believe doc V’s patients agreed to play tonight, I really can’t,” her husband shook his head in wonder, the Hugh Hefner-esque smoking jacket and lounging pajamas rustling silkily.



“That, darling Mark, is because you still have inhibition issues. I really think you should spend a month or so there loosening up. I’ll talk to the doc about it.”



“The Hell you will! I have enough trouble snorkeling. Being submerged for a week is out of the question.”



Marilynn carefully kept her face straight. Whenever her husband started ranting defensively about what he would or would not do she knew she had him. It was like the first time Shirley and Hercule had shared them. Mark had been blindfolded and suspended just like she was and the older couple had switched back and forth from him to her. It was months before he finally accepted that getting buggered by another man was as much fun as getting pegged by a woman but eventually he had. It was, she thought, only a matter of time. For a couple of hobby-whores it was nothing personal, just business.



*****



By ten, the party was in brilliant form. At Hercule’s suggestion, most of the men came dressed in costumes relating to horror movies so numerous versions of Lon Chaney, Boris Karloff, Peter Lorre, and Bela Lugosi circulated through the high-ceilinged rooms of the old house. Women dressed as helpless maidens, sultry vamps and sexually voracious vampires flirted with them and made unsubtle suggestions as to what they should do later. Finally, von Preussen wearing a genuine lab coat, bow tie and a monocle had his butler Oswald sound a massive gong.



“Ladies and gentlemen, the hour has come. Join me in my laboratory down the stairs! Muwahahaha . . .”



Mark was impressed. “Damn, he’s got that laugh down pat. It’s enough to make you wonder if he really is a mad scientist.”



Tongue in cheek, Marilyn responded, “What do you mean ‘wonder if’?”



As the chattering party descended the stairs they arrived in the tank-filled basement and were struck dumb. Mouths dropped open and eyes widened as they entered a room out of nightmares. Tall guttering candles threw different colors of light, man-tall lava lamps glooped silently and tall vats of slightly viscous fluid held naked humans suspended among streams of minute bubbles. At first the crowd believed them to be truly amazing special effects. But closer examination showed, to the patient observer, that the floating ‘specimens’ were breathing, their chests rising and falling with excruciating slowness.



Physical evidence of erotic dreams drew raised eyebrows and pursed lips and vivid imaginations went into overdrive at the sight of the few unoccupied tanks. Husbands gave scheming, sideways glances at wives who, while maintaining perfect poker-faced nonchalance, were having similar, reciprocal thoughts.



The room was warm and humid but there was also something in the air, possibly some vapor from the tanks leaking out, so the perspiration that began to moisten everyone’s foreheads and trickle down cleavages meant more than physical heat. Besides, the people floating so carnally inspired lustful reactions of their own. Things were seriously starting to ‘heat up’.



Then someone shouted out, “Oh my gawd! It—it’s Shirley!”



At the words, the partygoers clustered around a single tank containing the naked body of their mayor. Not that her nakedness was an issue. The town’s elite was accustomed to riotous orgies at her behest and there was not a single man and only a few women in the crowd who had not sampled the pleasures of her flesh more than once.



As they looked on in amazement her eyes slowly flickered open. A lazy, wide smile crossed her lips and she reached out to the sides of the tank and pushed to the surface. Motors hummed and the domed lid opened. A swim ladder lowered onto the edge of the tank and Shirley climbed out. She rung out her hair and wrapped it in a towel and then dried the oozy liquid off with a second before languidly climbing down the ladder to join the party.



“Happy Halloween, everyone,” she purred.



Hercule, who had helped his wife down the last couple of rungs grinned at her appreciatively and stroked her butt. A week in von Preussen’s tank had worked magic on the woman’s skin, now baby-soft and glowing. She raised her chin and leered at him. “Like that, do you? You’re going to have to check out the others. Professor von Preussen?”



The constant background hum changed and the streams of bubbles rising through the tanks’ contents increased in size and speed. One by one the ‘patients’ opened their eyes, blinked a few times into wakefulness and then swam to the surface and climbed out. The four men, obvious in their virility, were immediately the center of the female guests’ attention. One of them, with infinite calm, reached out and flicked the shoulder straps off a Vampirella imitator’s costume, shucked her out of it and pulled her close for a steaming kiss. He, at least, had no inhibition issues.



When Mark moved next to Shirley, she dropped her eyes and blushed slightly. That was a first, he thought. ‘Coy’ was never a word he would have applied to his mistress before. She took his hand and led him aside to a padded bench.



“Marky, I’ll bet you would just love to get even with me for all the times I’ve pegged you, wouldn’t you? But to use a condom, love? You might want to be getting into some pussy tonight after you’re done with me, hmmm?” She put one knee on the bench, spread her legs and arched her back. “Well?” she asked over her shoulder, “what are you waiting for?”



Tossing his smoking jacket aside, Mark dropped his lounging pajamas exposing his solid manhood. Taking a condom packet out of the nearby basket he slipped it on and then covered it with lubricant. Taking one of her generous breasts in his left hand, he guided his cock to her pucker with his right and pushed. At first nothing happened but then as she bore down in response, her anus opened to him like a flower bud and he popped inside. Shirley sighed. “Have fun in my ass, Marky,” she breathed, “You’ve earned it.”



As the orgy heated up, Hercule noted with some disappointment that the smooth, freckled young Andrew was interested only in the women guests and had no desire to be the big Frenchman’s catamite this evening. Ah well, he mused, per’aps the dark little gem of a policewoman will be more accommodating.



Miranda was, indeed, interested in being accommodating. It was an unfamiliar feeling for the young woman. Since leaving the shell of a city Detroit had become, she had concentrated body and mind on becoming an expert and professional law officer. But now as the mayor’s husband suggestively palmed her bottom it occurred to her that it had been so long since she’d had a man inside her that she’d nearly forgotten how good it felt. She put her arms around his neck and raised her face, eyes closed.



When the kiss finally broke, Miranda’s hands dropped to Hercule’s foulard and began untying it. His hands, in turn, stroked her buttery smooth back and butt while she unfastened his shirt buttons and undid his trousers. “Ooo, you’re a big one, Mr. Gascogne,” she whispered, “And all hard and ready, too. I guess you don’t need any head?”



“Need? Mais non, cherie, I do not need it. ‘Owever, I enjoy it as much as you will enjoy my tongue on your petit chatte, no? Come, let us find somewhere comfortable and I will begin. When you are done screaming, you can return the favor before I put that so-slim-and-sexy little body to good use.”



Miranda, it turned out, didn’t scream. Hercule found it endearing that unlike so many of his other lovers the young Afro police officer never raised her voice above a quiet “Ooo! Oh-oh!” but these she kept up constantly. He was amazed at how long she could stretch out a climax before pushing his face away from between her thighs and slipping to the floor to take his manhood in her mouth. Sucking vigorously as she stroked the shaft and rolled her head around to bring her tongue and cheeks to bear, she soon had him solid and at the ready again. Sitting back on a bench, Miranda lifted her legs and put her ankles on Hercule’s shoulders. She lay back with a contented smile and looked up at him. “Have fun, Mr. Gascogne. I know I will.”



As the mayor’s husband straddled the bench and hammered into her, Miranda looked around at the party’s depravity. The dean of women from the local college knelt on one of the other benches, her back arched and her face up. Von Preussen held her by the hair and drove his member down her throat while his butler shot a Lubeshooter up her ass, tossed to one side and them began an epic sodomy. The dean’s eyes widened as she realized that she was pinned between the men, held in place like a roast on a spit, helpless to do anything but service their desire.

My husband was a cheater and I knew this. That’s why every month I took myself to the clinic and got myself checked for STD’s. It had been a few years ago before we got married but a girl can never be too careful and I made him get checked regularly as well. Though he cheated on me, I knew it was because he couldn’t get enough sex. He couldn’t say no. He was a good looking man and women were hitting on him all the time. It had been before we got married and we went to counseling and I never brought it up again but we did sign a prenup. If he cheated, I got virtually everything and with his family money, that was a good bit. But to avoid this, I never told him no and I made sure things were always spiced up by doing anything he wanted to try and even bringing women into our bed occasionally — I was very open minded. I enjoyed it and so far it had worked out well for us.



At the clinic is where I ran into Sandy. She’s the instructor at the stripper classes I was taking. She was awesome. One of the nicest people I had ever met, fun and absolutely gorgeous. I was a little jealous even though I never hurt for attention either. We were walking out of different offices and ran into each other in the hall. I felt awkward but it didn’t seem to bother her so it put me a little at ease. After talking for a few minutes she suggested we grab lunch together and maybe down a few margaritas. It sounded perfect to me.



At lunch she explained that she was very, very active sexually. Possibly borderline sex addict. She didn’t grab random men off the street to have sex with them, but she wasn’t above having sex with someone she just met either. Usually she was safe, but occasionally she wasn’t prepared for an encounter. Because of this she got checked every month. I thought I was open minded but apparently there was nothing this girl wouldn’t try I soon found out when she was telling me some of the things she’s done. I was a little surprised, since she was the most innocent looking person you would meet. She had big blue eyes that when they looked up at you, said she was naïve and innocent. I jokingly suggested we car pool every month. She seemed completely at ease telling me this very personal stuff about her so I told her why I went. Surprising myself I admitted that the worst part is wondering when he would cheat again. I was realistic and figured it was coming but I didn’t know when. Part of my open mindedness was that if there was someone he met that he wanted to have sex with he came to me before he slept with her and I got to watch. It could be out in the open where she knew or he videoed it and I watched after. Like I said, I’m very open minded and I loved him that much.



“Why don’t you test him and see if he’ll cheat. Maybe he’ll surprise you and not do it, and if he does, you’re not waiting for the other shoe to drop. It’s a win, win situation.” Oddly, it made complete sense. Having quite a few drinks, we hatched a plan together. By the time I headed home, I was very excited to put this plan in action and very turned on. Tomorrow would be the day to see how my man behaved when the gorgeous Sandy came on to him and didn’t take no for an answer.



The next morning Brad went to work as normal. I found myself hoping that the man failed the little test that I had in place for his fidelity. Last night we found an internet ad of his online for the car dealership he worked at and she made arrangements to be up there to test drive some cars today. After meeting Brad, we got together for more drinks and she let me know how it went. I had desperately wanted to watch but couldn’t chance being seen.



They went out on a test drive and she flirted shamelessly with him the whole time. Before heading back to the dealership she asked if he wanted to grab a bite to eat together while they discussed her car options and he agreed. That’s when she turned up the heat. Getting back into the car she just stretched across her seat and kissed him. He didn’t stop until her she was undoing his belt and buttons to her jeans. He stopped telling her he couldn’t do it because he was married. When she told him HE wasn’t doing anything and it was just HER that wanted to suck on his hard cock, he gave in. From there she apparently straddled him in his seat, grinding her pantiless crotch against him until he again half-heartedly protested. She suggested that maybe he could put just the head of his cock in her, so she could feel it while she masturbated. She just needed a little help to cum. That was certainly ok wasn’t it? He agreed and the head was soon snuggled into her while she masturbated. Except that wasn’t good enough. Soon she was inching her way lower and lower on to his erection and she never heard another protest. Soon he was buried in to her wet, eager walls riding him like there was no tomorrow. She thanked me since he did help her cum and it was one of her best ones ever. A bonus was that while she was riding up and down on him, he managed to cum too. They both had a great time and I was the one to thank.



Since he slept with her like I knew he would, it meant that we would be putting phase 2 into play. But that wouldn’t be till the following day when she would call and beg him to come by her house because she couldn’t quit thinking about her. Of course he would.



That night when he came home, I was my normal cheerful self, never letting on I knew anything and he did his part by acting like his normal self, never letting on that his day was anything out of the ordinary. He seemed a little more enthusiastic during our love making that night before going to bed — and when I had my orgasm it was one of the strongest ever since I was thinking about how this was just getting started — and tomorrow was the big day.



Around 1, I got the text message letting me know he would be there in 30 minutes and I headed out. When he got there, she would let him in and leave the door unlocked for me to enter quietly a few minutes later. By the time I got there, she already had their clothes off and she was laid back on the bed with my husband’s face buried in her pussy. She saw me but never let on to Brad. I watched them for a few minutes feeling myself get very wet. I had never been more turned in than at that moment. Finally I quietly spoke up. “So you’re the one fucking my husband”. Startled, his head jerked up and tried explaining. Sandy was a wonderful actress acting surprised. I walked further in the room letting him know I didn’t want to hear his excuses but by all means, don’t let me interrupt them. They could finish. Though they tried declining I put it all out on the table. “Brad, she deserves to be punished for the little whore she is and you’re going to help me or I’ll take everything and leave you. I know you’ve been sleeping with her you both needed to be punished. I’m going to enjoy this.” He looked scared.



When I asked Sandy if she liked my husband’s hard cock she replied yes, so I told her to go ahead and pleasure him with her mouth while I watched. Acting hesitant, she got on her knees in front of him where he stood. Brad looked a little stressed but I didn’t worry about it too much. She glanced at me and began sucking his cock. After a few short moments it was obvious they were both enjoying it. I bent down and pulled her head back slightly by her hair and said “You’re such a little whore, I bet you like something in you while your mouth is being filled with my husband.” I abruptly inserted 2 fingers into her very wet pussy. My fingers flew in and out of her hard and fast. “You are not allowed to cum. Do you hear me? If you do you will be punished more. Do you understand?” “mpshdmmffgh” was the response I got. Brad, eyes wide watched us both. I made him stop and instructed her to get on the bed.



“Let me see what is so special about that little pussy of yours that has my husband going to you. While I’m down there tasting you, Brad is going to use your mouth again. Except this time Brad, I don’t want you using it like a mouth. I want to see you going in and out of her mouth hard and fast like it’s this warm wet hole that I’ll be tasting. Since you’ll be standing by the bed there that shouldn’t be too hard to accomplish.” He looked hesitant but I reminded him she was just a dirty little whore and that’s what she would be treated like. I bent over her while he entered her mouth again. I waited but he was still being too generous with her. “Harder” I instructed harshly. In a moment he was using her mouth hard and bent over her body, I took one of her perfect tits and sucked like a babe while I massaged the other one. I reminded them both that they weren’t to cum unless I allowed it and moved my mouth down to her warm wetness. I gingerly licked her clit and got my first taste. She was delicious. She was the best tasting woman that I ever had in mouth. I used my tongue like a battering ram, thrusting it into her. When I would look up, Brad was doing as instructed, pumping hard and fast in her mouth. I wasn’t sure how she kept from gagging but she did good. Then I would lick her clit, changing the tempo, gently then faster and my fingers going in her hole. My fingers found the way to the tight little hole of her ass. I stroked the hole gently before inserting it into her. It was so tight. My finger slid in and out of her tight hole faster and faster while my tongue assaulted her clit. She was grinding against my face and I couldn’t get enough. My face was buried in her. Before too long she was cumming and my hand and tongue worked harder and faster as she moaned loudly. I didn’t stop until she was done cumming.



I looked up just as Brad was filling her mouth with his cum, groaning loudly. “I told you both not to cum didn’t?” “Yes” they said meekly.



“What? Don’t you mean yes ma’am?”



“Yes ma’am” was heard in unison.



“I told you what would happen didn’t I? Now I need to punish you even more. You need to learn you lesson and you need to listen to me. After you’ve been screwing each other behind my back, I can’t allow you both to think that you can continue doing whatever you want. Now I have your juices all over my face and you have my husband’s cum in your mouth. I bet you like that.” I stretched my way up to her and began kissing her. Tasting Brad and her mixed together was so hot. It was a long passionate kiss that got me even hornier and wetter than I already was. I was ready for a release but I had to role play and I was taking it seriously.



I instructed Brad to a nearby chair letting him know that she was going to be punished for cumming and he was not to interrupt until I told him. Turning to Sandy I told her “I’m going to let Brad enter your tight virgin ass. When I was down there I felt how tight it was and no one has been in there have they?” She shook her head no with her eyes wide. I knew that wasn’t the truth but no need for Brad to know. “I brought some toys with me today but no lube. So he’s going to enter that tight hole without any lube and you’re going to take it. Don’t even think of screaming out in pain, or I’ll make sure it’s worse. Since I’m not a cruel person, I’m going to go back down there and get your hole nice and wet with my tongue. After that, when Brad goes in, you’d better hope that your pussy is wet, because the only other lube you’re getting is going to be putting his hard cock into that wet hole before pushing in your ass.” She did a good job looking scared and nodded her head obediently.



I went down to her warm pussy again, starting there to get another yummy taste before going further. My tongue repeated it’s movements from a few moments ago. Then I moved to her ass and glided my tongue around her hole as I stroked the rim gently. When my tongue went into her rear her breath caught as she grabbed my hair. I shouldn’t be enjoying this but I was. I loved feeling how tight she was around my tongue. I used my left hand to stroke her clit as my tongue went in and out of her rear and around and around her rim. I lapped at her like a dog until there was saliva going down my chin and I still didn’t stop. Brad not listening came up behind me and started rubbing my ass cheeks. He was timid at first not knowing how I would react but got a little more daring, inserting a finger into my very wet, very aching box. I couldn’t help myself and found my hips pushing into his hand. When I felt his erection rubbing against me and she was about to cum again, I stopped and pulled away from Brad. “I told you not to interrupt until it was time”.



I got up with her juices smeared all over my face. I could still smell her. “Now it’s my turn. I want to see how talented that little whore mouth of yours. While I’m laying here and you eat me, Brad will go in your ass. Don’t stop taking care of me while he’s back there in you. If you do, we’ll continue using you, never allowing you to cum until you can’t take it.” She simply nodded again while I lay on the bed and she took her place between my legs — with her rear high in the air, ready for Brad.



I could see why Brad liked her mouth. She was amazing. Brad was very good at oral sex but she had him beat. I could feel her tongue repeating everything I had already done to her. I looked over her shoulder at Brad. He was going in. When he entered her I could tell. Her mouth pulled back from me just slightly but she never stopped stroking me. Brad didn’t look like he was going to last 30 seconds in her tight hole.



“Harder. She needs to be punished for what she’s done. She’s a filthy little whore and needs to be treated like it. If you don’t, I’ll take the rest of the punishment out on you.” He pushed in harder. Every time he pounded into her I could feel her face being pushed further into me. She was moaning into my pussy as he was pounding her. Soon he was going so hard and so fast, I didn’t think she’d be able to sit the next day, but she never let up her assault on me. “I want to taste myself, come here” I instructed her. Brad pulled out as she stretched up to me, smiling where Brad couldn’t see and began kissing me. She was on top and Brad was in her again within seconds. But a moment later he had pulled out of her and entered into my warm wetness. I almost came in that instant. He bent my legs back and had her in between me on her knees. After a few thrusts, he was out of my cunt and entering my rear. Between my juices and Sandy, I was plenty wet and no lube was needed. Again, he pounded me for a few moments and pulled out again. This time going back in to Sandy’s tight ass. He had our holes lined up and was going in and out of one to the other. Just as I was close to cumming he’d pull out and be in another hole.



I was so close to a release and I just wanted to cross that line and be there already. He stopped what he was doing and roughly instructed Sandy on to her back and for me to sit on her face. I was supposed to be the one giving the instructions but I just went with it. Soon her tongue was in me again and I knew it would be mere moments before I came. A moment later, Brad was straddling her chest and came up behind me, entering that aching pussy of mine. While Sandy was stroking my clit, he was ramming me from behind like he may never be allowed to have sex again. Her tongue would stop stroking my clit and I would feel her tongue running along his shaft as he pulled out of me. Then she would return to me and back to him. Finally I could take no more and came harder than I ever had in my life. And still he pounded in me and her tongue stroked me. I could barely move but I was conscious that she may have problems breathing and lifted off her face just a little. At that moment, Brad pulled out of me exploded all over her face. She just opened her mouth and tried to catch some in her mouth.



We took a few moments to catch our breath and I got mine and Brad’s things together and told him we were leaving. As we were leaving I told her that I hoped she learned her lesson about fucking another woman’s husband and gave her a wink where Brad couldn’t see. We left and headed home and as promised, I didn’t bring it up to him. We left with him never knowing it had been a plan and that Sandy and I had our own date tomorrow to discuss today’s events. To top it off, we had some of the best mind blowing sex ever and he would think twice before cheating again. Now I only had to figure out a way to get her in our bed again without letting him know he’d been setup.

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Four men stand crowded just inside the front gate to the pool club. They are unsure of what to do or where exactly to go. The air is scorching hot, but the guys can smell the familiar scent of coconut sunblock and faint chlorine indicating a refreshing pool is nearby.



The group of men would individually be considered above average in attractiveness to any interested female. Together, they could be confused for a roving pack of male swimsuit models. Two of the guys, Tony and Paul, are Italian. Tony is older and about average height with dark, wavy hair and a hint of a five-o’clock shadow. He wears a solid black swiimsuit and a mostly unbuttoned white shirt, with a tuft of jet black chest hair poking out.



Paul is younger, in his mid-twenties, and taller. His eyes and hair are also dark, but he has a clean-shaven face and very short, even length hair all around. Paul wears a longer, board-short style plaid green suit and a tight, but soft looking lighter green t-shirt. Both of the handsome Italians seem to be in great shape.



Rick is about the same age as Tony, and has the look of a veteran surfer. His dirty blonde hair is cut in a short, somewhat messy style, but it works with his high cheek bones and his crystal blue eyes. Rick wears Hawaiian style shorts and a white tank top, which show off his toned physique.



The fourth in the group, Jason, is the only black man. He is the tallest of the group and arguably the best looking. Jason is just a bit older than Paul. Sporting a very clean look, he is shaved smooth over his head and face. His imposing size contrasts his gentle eyes and demeanor. Jason’s body is not bulky, but appears strong and chiseled, the body of a lifelong swimmer.



Each of them had received a non-descript email telling them where to be and when. The email was so generic, it could have easily been lumped into a spam folder had they not known to expect it. Now they were all gathered at the Oasis, not really sure what to expect.



The sound of heels on the concrete walkway approaches them steadily…







Brittney walks down the hallway swiftly, aware that she is already late for her next group. Today is one of the most challenging days for all of the Oasis Pool Club’s lifeguards, but especially for the tall blonde. On this day, the girls have to recruit potential new members by servicing them for free. Britt is especially adept at learning what gets a specific member off and she is good at getting them there quickly. With all these new recruits, she is expected to be just as efficient at bringing the guys to climax, but without the background knowledge gained from repeat performances.



She turns the corner, remembering why she was late. Her last appointment was some high-profile lawyer who had run late because of his particular kink. The man had insisted on being on the phone in a banal conversation with his wife at the time of his climax. He had let Britt bring him about to the edge of ejaculation, then placed a call to his wife. She, of course, didn’t answer. The lawyer made Britt stop and anxiously left a message for the wife to return his call. While waiting, he did sign up for membership, which made Britt proud, but then they had to wait for the wife to call back.



After a slow and prolonged blowjob, she finally did, and the lawyer forcefully deposited a tremendous supply of sperm into Britt’s stomach while she deep throated him. The lawyer described some boring intricacies of a recent case while calmly erupting deep in Britt’s throat. His cock swelled repeatedly as he unleashed a load that must have been building for quite some time, but Britt took it like a seasoned veteran. Despite the drawn-out blowjob and substantial amount of cum, she was happy to have a new customer and to have detailed knowledge of what would get him off. Britt, however, was not happy about being late.



Each man in the group turns to watch as Britt approaches. As a recruiting tactic, Diane lets the girls wear skimpy costumes instead of their usual skimpy bikinis. It’s like Halloween in the summer. The costumes encompass just about any kind of fantasy that a man may have: French maid, slutty nurse, the storytale princesses… there was no shortage of possibilities.



The young blonde walks confidently toward the group of men wearing a school-girl’s uniform that is anything but traditional, her sharp heels ticking with each step. The men watch, unable to hide the arousal she inspires.



Britt’s long legs are tucked into the pink heels and covered by white stockings that are more than a little transparent. About half-way up her sumptuous thighs, the tops of the stockings are visible below the hem of her short pleated red plaid skirt. A tanned length of thigh draws the eye between the lacey tops of the stockings and the swishing skirt.



Britt’s white, button up blouse is tied around her waist, revealing several inches of her soft, flat midsection. The blouse is unbuttoned at the top and about as opaque as her stockings, boasting several inches of swelling cleavage. Her snug pink bra with black lace trim is prominently visible beneath the thin white blouse. Between her large Cs, a red and black tie dangles from her neck, tied loosely. Britt doesn’t usually wear glasses, but to enhance her outfit, she has on a pair of black frames with non-prescription lenses. Her bright blue eyes and glossy pink lips shine on her cute face as she approaches the men with a slight smile. To top it all off, her golden blonde hair is tied up in two high ponytails on each side of her head, complete with pink ribbons.



The young woman is practically radiating sexually and she knows it, fighting her smile from growing even larger as she feels all eight eyes locked on her every move. Reaching the group, she addresses them.



“Well, hello gentlemen.” She checks the clipboard she carries. All four invitees are present. “Welcome to the Oasis Pool Club. My name is Brittney and it would be my pleasure to show you around.”



The glasses slip down her nose and she peers up at the men. “Let’s see, Paul?”



Paul steps forward. He is visibly aroused, sporting a growing bulge. He waves sheepishly.



Britt smiles at him. “Don’t be shy,” she says with a wink, watching him eye her deep cleavage. “Rick?”



The mature looking surfer takes a step toward Brittney. He extends his hand and offers it to her. “My, my… They didn’t have girls like you at my school…”



Britt eats this up, allowing herself to blush. She takes his hand. “Well, I’m sure you can teach me a thing or two, Rick.”



They shake briefly and Brittney looks back down at her list. “Tony?”



She eyes the dark, handsome man approaching her. “Oooh, I just love Italian men…” she says, almost involuntarily.



Tony also extends his hand, but holds it flat. Britt understands the implications of the gesture and places her hand in his, twirling in a quick pirouette.



Tony and the others watch, enjoying the 360 degree view of the blonde. As she spins, they pay special attention to her rising skirt, looking for signs of matching pink panties. Not one of them sees anything.



“Miss Brittney… Brian told me all about how friendly you are, but he did not prepare me for your stunning looks. This outfit is gorgeous! You know Brian, right?”



Britt instantly recalls Brian, one of her regular members. The prominent real-estate agent visits her several times a week and enjoys going down on her, especially after pumping a fresh load of spunk into her young cunt. “Of course, how sweet of both of you…” She smiles brightly.



Her eyes then move to the tall black man. “And you must be… Jason?”



He steps forward, towering over the blonde offering his own large hand. “So nice to meet you, Brittney.” Jason’s voice is deep and soft.



She places her hand in his, instantly aware of how small it feels. “Please, call me Britt!”



Jason smiles broadly and pumps her hand. Then he joins the group.



Now all four men are lined up and Britt takes inventory of them as they do the same to her. She feels the recognizable flush of arousal, knowing that she will likely be sucking or fucking one or more of these guys within the hour. This is her normal reaction, but the attractiveness of these men brings it to an unexpected level. She feels the dewy heat between her legs.



Britt has worked at the pool club for a few years now, and believes she can predict a man’s endowment from sizing him up physically. At first glance at this group, it is a pretty safe bet that Jason has a huge cock. But, she remembers, Matt (the new male lifeguard) would not have come up on her radar for a big dick, and his was an absolute monster! Her eyes move quickly, scanning the men’s crotches. Paul was already sporting a good sized bulge, but something told her Tony or Rick might be a pleasant surprise and give Jason a run for his money.



“Ok guys, follow me!” she says cheerfully with a quick turn.



Again, four pairs of eyes watch her, dropping to the back of her skirt as she strides away. The skirt is short enough that the gap at the top of her thighs is visible. Even the bottom of her cheeks peek into view, curving pleasantly before disappearing into the skirt. Was that the profile of her bare mound? Did it glisten briefly? It was too quick of a glimpse to tell.



Britt leads Paul, Tony, Rick, and Jason into the pool club. They enter the bathrooms. Britt moves into a stall to show them a few features.



“Here is the gloryhole, there’s one in each stall…” she passes through the tight quarters of the stall, letting Paul enter as she leaves. To say she “brushed” up against him would be an understatement. Britt presses against him, lingering briefly to letting his still obvious erection poke against her tummy. He could feel the heat of her bare abdomen against his throbbing tip through his thin shorts.



Britt looks at him suggestively. “You might need a bigger hole…” Then she continues to the showers.



“This is a one-way mirror,” Britt smiles back at the group following her, then stands next to the mirror. “Would anyone like to try it out?”



The guys take note that they can see right through the mirror, like a window, into the adjacent women’s showers and Tony, who is at the front of the group, steps forward.



“Sure, I’ll take a look. How does it work?”



“Ok, you stand here and look in the mirror.” Britt says.



She leans into the mirror and brings her hands to her chest. Her fingers pull the lacey tops of her exposed bra down above her blouse, giving the guys a partial view of her breasts beyond the tan lines including her light pink nipples. They look to be rigid, poking straight out.



Britt looks into the mirror. “Can you see me?”



Tony smiles at her, not using the mirror at all. He gazes at her perky, exposed nipples and chuckles. “Yep, I can see you perfectly clear.”



It is obvious to them all that Britt has no idea what a one-way mirror is, but this realization makes her even cuter.



“Ok, Tony,” she lets go and her tits slip back inside the bra, “that’s all…” she walks to the shower entrance and leans on the frame, “…for now!”



The group continues on, exiting the men’s bathroom and shower area and crossing the pool deck. All of the men notice two girls milling around. The area has been converted to a makeshift office for the day. The girls are Samantha, one of the other lifeguards, and Lin, the resident masseuse.



Sam, dressed as a stripper version of a cowgirl, is sitting at the desk, filing paperwork. Lin is wearing some sort of tight silver dress and looks like she might be from the future. Lin is arranging towels on a large massage table.



Britt leads the men into a line by the pool.



“Ok, girls, can you help me with all these hotties?” She asks Sam and Lin. “Guys, this is Samantha, the hottest cowgirl north of Canada…”



The guys share a knowing glance. They are obviously south of Canada right now.



“…and Lin, who has come to us all the way from the Moon!”



Each girl gives a cute, quick wave with their introduction.



Britt moves to where Paul and Tony stand. Sam gets up and approaches Rick. Lin is closest to Jason, so she stands before him.



Paul and Tony watch Britt. She playfully removes her tie and unbuttons the rest of her blouse. It is so thin, it practically floats off of her on a light breeze.



Brittney, wearing her bra and skirt, stockings, and heels, addresses the two men.



“Ok guys…” She reaches behind and unclasps her pink bra. “This is where your tour comes to a finish!”



With a shimmy of her shoulders, Britt sheds the bra. She proudly displays her full, perky C-cup tits for the men, holding her arms out in a “Ta-Da!” gesture.



Paul stares, visually drinking in the image of the topless blonde. “What a body…” he says offhand.



Tony nods approvingly. “My favorite part of the tour so far…” he says slyly.



“Mmmm, so glad to hear it, boys!” Britt comments, dropping to her knees. She begins opening their pants, skillfully unfastening each with one of her hands.



At this point, Sam already has Rick’s pants open and is reaching inside.



“My my…” she peeks inside, then up at Rick. Her hands close on his cock and she pulls it out. “Already getting hard huh? What are we gonna do with this rowdy fella?” She smiles up at him with her mouth wide open.



Rick is also sporting a wide grin. “I think he likes ya, cowgirl!”



Jason, meanwhile, sits on a chair, kissing Lin deeply while she opens his pants. Their tongues flash against one another’s. Jason seems content to focus on enjoying the make-out session. Lin is making quick work of his fly. The small Asian woman breaks their kiss and looks down at his crotch as she reaches inside. Her tiny hand slides in and finds the curling snake of Jason’s stiffening cock. She pulls it out of the fly, lying it down along his thigh.



Lin’s hands rise to cover her mouth. She watches the thick, black dick elongate and straighten. It grows like a tree in a time-lapse video, bobbing and swaying until it becomes mostly erect and flops onto Jason’s bare stomach.



“You have verry big cohck, Mister Jason.” Her eyes are locked on his rising erection.



“Hmmm, thank you, Lin.” He says gruffly.



Jason places a hand on the back of her head. Lin’s gaze rises and she brings her small mouth to his. They resume kissing. Lin leans over him with her hands on his chest. As Jason’s cock approaches full arousal, it rises from his torso. His large, soft helmet brushes the back of her forearm. His other large hand unzips the straining zipper running down the front of her dress.



Jason slips his hand inside her silver one-piece and finds the curve of her right breast. Though she has full B-cup tits, his oversized hand easily envelops an entire breast and nipple. He feels the nipple stiffen against his palm.



“MMmhmmm…” Lin moans as they kiss.



One of her delicate hands stays on his chest and the other drops to grasp his shaft. Her hand closes over the ridge of his dick head where it meets the shaft. Lin’s thin, long fingers wrap around the diameter of Jason’s pole. It is too wide for her index finger and thumb to touch by at least two inches. She squeezes her fingers tight and slides them down his vein-wrapped rod.



“Aaahhh…” Jason’s mouth opens, breaking the kiss. He groans as her hand makes its way to the base.



She feels his cock surge in her hand, expanding.



“God… that feels good, Lin.” His dark eyes bore into hers. Jason moves his hand inside her dress to the left breast and gropes it. His other hand stays on the back of her head, caressing her soft hair.



“You dick big, Mr. Jason, but girrs here, we know what to do.” The hand at his chest moves to meet her other hand at his base. She grips the girthy trunk of Jason’s cock with her hands both deep in his wiry pubes. “We make you feel verry good…”



Lin leans forward to take the tip into her mouth. Jason’s grip on her hair tightens reflexively when he feels her wet mouth taking in his dick head. He pulls her loose hair into a bunch as Lin’s head begins to descend.



Sam has also begun fellating her touree. The brunette’s cowboy hat and coifed hair below bob back and forth on Rick’s solid stiffy. As a skilled cock sucker, she easily deepthroats Rick’s full length. Samantha looks up at him, opening even wider and stuffing his tight scrotum into her mouth, where his dick is already buried.



“Shit, little cowgirl…” he sighs, placing his hand on top of the hat.



Samanatha’s tongue stud works over the bottom of Rick’s shaft. She has both cock and balls in her mouth and stimulates him with skillful ease.



Rick looks down at the brunette, mouth stuffed full. “Don’t take this the wrong way, sweetheart, but I’ve had my sights set on teaching this impressionable schoolgirl a thing or two.”



Sam backs off of his cock. “Mmm, that’s ok, sweetie! I’ll be happy as a clam to sit this one out.” Smiling, she stands and walks off.



Britt has now found her way into a chair. She sits backwards in it topless with Paul in front of her and Tony behind as Rick heads toward them.



Tony watches her cute butt wiggle in the skirt. She looks back at him with a glimmer in her eye, then leans forward. Her hands hold the top of the chair as she arches her back. The short, pleated skirt rises up, giving Tony a great view of Britt’s tanned ass. His eyes lock in, watching her hips sway very slowly from side to side. Britt’s ass has a very pleasant curve and her skin is flawlessly smooth. She flips her skirt up to give him the full view, but turns her gaze forward to Rick, who watches as her glossy pink lips part.



Rick stands next to Paul in front of the writhing schoolgirl.



“Rick, Paul, I’d love to show you guys the kind of professional oral treatment our members receive…” Britt smiles at Rick and turns to Paul, resting her elbows on the back of the chair.



Rick and Paul share a glance, then step forward, out of their shorts. Each hard-on leads its respective owner proudly, guiding them toward the blonde like a heat seeking missile.



Britt looks down at the approaching dicks, bobbing with each man’s step. She shifts her weight to balance on her high heels. The guys step up onto either side of her. When their members are within Britt’s reach, she wraps each stiff shaft with four of her slender fingers and giggles. She brings each of her thumbs over the engorged tips and presses firmly on each one like a joystick. Her hands stimulate them with casual but practiced efficiency.







Stuffed in Lin’s mouth, the sheer girth of Jason’s tool is almost laughable, but she works it steadily none the less. She seems resolved to get his massive rod at least partially passed her lips. Lin opens as wide as she can and puts the tapered end into her warm mouth. Her eyes lock in on her two hands holding Jason’s cock at the base as she slides her lips toward them. Jason’s thick erection looms before her, dark and wide.



“MMMMmmm,” Jason moans, watching.



Lin’s thick lips stretch around his smooth dick head. They become so stretched that they almost seem to vanish. Her sparkly silver lipstick becomes virtually indistinguishable. Finally, she feels her taut lips slacken just slightly as they close over the ridge between Jason’s cock’s head and the shaft.



“nnnnnn,” she moans. Lin uses her tongue to create intense suction on the fat helmet in her mouth.



She takes a deep inhale through her nose, then pushes more dark meat into her face. Lin moves down deliberately, moving her head back and forth whenever her pace slows, as if she is snagged on one of Jason’s prominent veins. She takes his member into her mouth inch by inch.

He watches almost silently, emitting a low moan every now and then. Only one girl from his past was able to fit his erect cock in her mouth fully. At this point, Lin is making a good show. She is already throating slightly more than half of him.



“nnnnnn…” Lin moans again, then takes another deep breath.



She knows Jason’s dick is poking into her throat and will soon completely seal off her airway. Lin closes her eyes. As she focuses on opening her throat, she slides more dick into her mouth. Her two small hands begin to slowly pump the cock still outside of her lips, both moving together.



“Yes, that’s it, Lin…” Jason says, straining. He watches more of his dark, veiny shaft slip between her stretched lips. “Mmm, very impressive…” He squeezes her left tit gently for encouragement.



Lin is passed the point of no return. Jason’s rod is jammed so far down her throat, she can’t breathe if she tried. It is simply too wide.



Her eyes snap open. She sees at least four more inches of cock to go. It is hard to tell with Jason’s thick bush, but she perseveres. She moves her hands to his upper thighs.



Three inches left… Jason’s pubic hair tickles her nose.



Two inches… A vein on Lin’s temple becomes visible with her strain.



One inch… A strong gag urge rocks her body, but Lin fights it.



Jason pulls his hand out of her dress as her nose hits his stomach. He puts both hands in her soft hair and lets his cock reach its full size while he probes deep into her throat.



“That’s it… Oh… Sooo nice, Lin…”



Her eyes rise to meet his. Jason watches the vein on her temple throb. She holds him in her throat for a moment, looking at him seated. He looks very content. Lin fights another gag, then starts receding. Her hands stay on his thighs as she withdraws. Once his black pillar is freed completely, Lin looks at him, panting.



“Verry nice cohck… mister Jason,” she says between breaths.



“I can’t believe you just did that…” Jason looks on, impressed. “…took it all…”



Lin moves between his knees and takes a hold of his dick again. Jason leans forward and unzips her dress the rest of the way. Together, they work it down her shoulders.



“Yes, many girrs here can,” Lin says, making eye contact with Jason as she feels the warm air on her bare chest and nipples. “It is thing we take grreat prride in.”



Jason takes a moment to enjoy Lin visually. Her very pretty face is smiling at him. Her dark eyes shine brightly with her dark hair falling around her shoulders. Her full, raised breasts look quite voluptuous sitting up out of her dress in comparison to her dainty shoulders and arms. She has one small hand wrapped around his shiny, towering hard-on near the middle. He watches her lean forward to suck his cock.



“You are very beautiful, Lin.” He again places a hand in her hair as her head starts slowly bobbing up and down. “I can see that you, in particular, are very skilled and eager.”



She pulls her mouth off briefly. In a soft voice, she says, “Hoh, thank you.”



Both of Lin’s hands grip his wet shaft. Lin stretches her mouth around Jason’s head and gets back to it. Her bobs become longer and deeper with a squishing sound at the end. Jason groans in a low base tone. She sucks his dick earnestly.



He clears his throat. “I’d like to confirm my new membership.”



She stops her bobbing. Lin looks at him with one hand near the top and one hand near the bottom of his chocolate-colored tower. Her soft hair hangs down. Some of it sways softly against his shaft and becomes matted in the moisture.



Jason puts a hand out for her and she takes it. He smiles. “After I finish touring your facilities…” he says with a wayward grin.







Meanwhile, Tony closes in on Britt from behind. His hands find her warm, soft butt cheeks, one in each and he wastes no time, squeezing them hard. He feels his excitement rise when her small, pale anus peeks from between the cleavage of her cheeks. Unlike the rest of her nubile young body, the valley between her buns is starkly pale, punctuated by the small wrinkled flesh hole. Tony finds this incredibly arousing. The precum streaming from his throbbing cock head increases from a trickle to a steady flow. He kneels to bring his face level with the blonde’s pussy and ass.



Just then, Britt’s giggle turns to a gasp. Tony’s nose presses against her anus at the same time as his tongue meets her broad, swollen pussy lips. They offer no resistance as his tongue parts them, snaking into the blonde’s hungry pussy. Tony munches her mound beneath the superfluous skirt still hanging from Britt’s waist.



Now, Britt looks from Rick to Paul with her enchanting smile and stunning blue eyes. The fake glasses make her seem even sexier, in a silly/slutty kind of way.



Her hands move along each of their cocks as she begins stroking them. Britt loves how the tight skin of their swollen members seems to become even tighter with her manipulations.



She turns to the blonde man, looking up. “Hi Rick, I hope you are enjoying your tour.” Her eyes drop to his dick in her hand. It is curved significantly upward and his dick head is wet to the touch. “It sure looks like you are…”



Leaning forward, she presses her tongue against the wide part of his cock head, then closes her lips around the helmet. The taste of precum is unmistakable.



Rick’s moans gruffly. “Mmm… yea… Its nice so far…” His hands find her ponytails as her mouth moves forward, taking his arching cock deeper inch by inch.



Britt continues pumping Paul skillfully.



Tony enjoys tasting the blonde’s soft, juicy slit. As his tongue probes her depths, he inhales. Her pussy juice mixed with her asshole create a powerful potpourri that he can no longer only smell. His tongue makes a wet trail leaving her cunt, then finds the sensitive skin of her anal opening. Tony delves in, feeling her anus dilate and relishing the potent flavor.



“Gaahhh…” Britt gasps, pulling her face from Rick’s crotch. Her hand strokes his now spit-soaked manhood with a slick sound. She tries to concentrate while Tony eats her ass.



She turns to Paul, now jerking both men. “How about you, Paul?” Her blue eyes rise to his face. At the moment, he looks very young to her, like a boy about to open a present. “Do you like everything so far?” Britt pouts slightly, trying to look cute.



Paul nods, rocking his hips forward slightly so his dick head gently pokes her glasses. “God yes!”



“Oh, very eager I see…” She looks down at Paul’s erection, which has smeared the front of her clear lens with fluid. It is longer but thinner than Rick’s. It also seems to be very active. His entire cock throbs as she watches, then his dick head seems to expand noticeably in her grip.



Britt can’t help but giggle, thinking to herself that every dick is different, but the men attached to them are all the same. Her lips part as she takes his long cock into her mouth. In an effort to surprise the young man, she then tilts her head to line up his lengthy erection with her throat and drives it down to the base. Her glasses shift with the quick motion, but stay perched on her nose. She throats him deeply.



“Oooohhhh…” he says with a long exhalation. He places a hand flat on Britt’s head and tries to focus on holding out to enjoy himself.







Lin and Jason stand in unison, eyes locked together. Without saying a word, Jason leads her to a 180 degree spin and puts his hands on her hips, urging her toward the table. With the same devilish grin, he pulls the rest of her dress down. Lin carefully steps her glittery, silver high heels out of the dress.



“If you please, your shoes too…” Jason says from behind her.



Lin gracefully steps out of them and pushes them into a neat pile with her discarded dress. She leans over the table slightly, looking back at Jason.



He sheds his swim trunks and stands to regard her. Lin sees an Adonis of a man: very dark skin, muscle-bound, but not bulky like a pumped-up weight lifter. He has a bright, broad smile and almost completely hairless, save for his pubes. Jutting from the dark nest of his pubic hair, Jason’s immense black cock bounces in front of him. It is topped by his large, shiny head.



Jason takes a moment to look right back at Lin. She looks so diminutive standing before him, but also vibrant. Lin is leaning forward on her hands. Her gorgeous skin is dark, but much lighter than Jason’s and very radiant. Her soft hair cascades down her back, stopping just above her lower back tattoo. His eyes linger briefly on the mystic symbol, then move down. Lin’s perky ass curves pleasantly away from her lower back.



As she leans over, Jason gets a partially obscured view of her mound from behind. Between the cheeks of her ass, Lin’s smooth pussy looks small and tight. It is barely more than a tiny pink slit bound by her slightly puckered labia. Lin’s pussy lips look trim, slightly flushed, and almost buttery with wetness.



He can’t resist. Jason abruptly steps up behind her and hunkers down, pushing her lower back so she bends over further. Her full cunt rotates into view. Jason smiles, then dives in between her cheeks. He can feel the heat radiating from her skin against his face.



Lin gasps, then giggles quietly. Jason begins to lap against the outside of her pussy lips with his huge tongue. The tip of it finds her swollen clit.



Lin’s entire body shudders. “Ohhhh.”



Jason uses his tongue to swipe against her erect knob a few times, relishing how it causes her to tremble. Finally, he parts her labia and delves into her wet box. Lin’s pussy tastes sweet and syrupy.



Pressing back against Jason’s face, Lin throws her head back.



“Oooh…” She moans softly, swishing her soft hair back and forth against her ass.



Jason feels her hair brush over the top of his head. He burrows deeper with his strong tongue.



Lin is panting heavily and clutching at her own tits. Jason’s tongue is so strong inside her, she feels like he is lifting her up just slightly with each deep probe. Her weight is balanced between her elbows and her feet, but she can feel him supporting her with his deep licks. She tightens up, squeezing his fat tongue between the walls of her cunt.



Feeling Lin clamp down on his tongue sets off something in Jason’s mind. His cock surges and several clear drops ooze out of his fat head. He pulls his face away and stands.



Lin’s head is still leaned back and Jason’s handsome face rises into view above her. She feels the rigid pole of his shaft rise between her legs and ass.



Jason steps back. Looking down into Lin’s eyes, he puts his dick head against her pussy. The tip stretches her labia apart, then slips between them effortlessly.



“Let’s try out this little pussy.” He smiles down at her as he drives forward, lodging his massive member into her tight cunt.



“Awwwwww,” Lin says, scrunching up her face.



She lifts her head, still holding her breasts, and leans forward on the table. Jason does not stop, plunging into her until he nuzzles against her ass.



“Aw. Fuck. Mister. Jason!” Lin says, shaking uncontrollably.



He grabs her small hips, bending her further and cramming his cock head deeper into her womb.



“Mmm. Damn Miss Lin…” Jason says lowly. “Wasn’t sure I’d fit in your tight kitty cat.”



Jason pulls out a few inches, the reinstalls his dick to the hilt. “But, here it is.”



“Aaaww.” Lin squeezes her nipples hard. “Cohck so big,” She turns to look back at him.



Jason begins to fuck her doggy style on the table. He lunges into her deeply, gripping her narrow waist. His middle fingers are touching below her belly and his thumbs are separated by a few inches on top of her back. He eases his black rod in and out of the small Asian woman, jostling her at the end of each thrust when he barrels deeply into her. Lin’s head rocks back each time. It reminds Jason of a bobble-head doll.



“Well, I hope you like this, Lin.” Jason’s eyes lock into hers. “I plan on frequenting this little cunt of yours.”



Lin can barely concentrate at this point. She is turned back to him, but Jason’s stiff rod tries to straighten out her torso with each deep stab. The pleasure is building inside her.



“Aaawww. Fu-uck!” Lin gives up trying to look at the man fucking her from behind. She faces forward. “YES!” Lin’s voice is becoming desperate. “OH! You big man! Yes, fu-uck me!” She can feel the orgasm welling up from her stomach.



Jason emits a low growl. He sees a single step tucked below the table and uses his foot to slide it out. It must be for Lin when she climbs onto the table.



He pauses briefly to step up on the small step. This raises his hips a few inches. As Jason’s cock is fully embedded in Lin, her hips rise with him. Her feet leave the pool deck. She is balanced on her forearms and Jason’s driving cock.



At first, Lin isn’t sure what’s happening. She feels her weight being supported by the fat spear embedded in her pussy. She flails her feet to try to find purchase to no avail.



“Ahh!” She cries.



Feeling a total loss of control sends her over the edge. She plummets toward her building orgasm.



Still holding her hips, Jason resumes fucking Lin. Now, with his improved leverage, he shoves his hips back and forth, building speed and intensity.



Lin now begins to climax uncontrollably. “AH… AH… AHHHHHH!!!” Her face scrunches up as she wails.



Jason is fucking her hard, but not at full speed just yet. Her unsupported legs dangle helplessly down along his longer, sturdy ones. Without breaking his back and forth motion, he slides his hands down Lin’s hips to her upper thighs.



Lin is gasping for air, but feels his grip moving. She brings her legs up and back to wrap around his flexing ass. From this new angle, Jason crams a few more inches of black steel into her spasming cunt.



“AAIIIIYYYY!!!” She cries out.



“Yes, mmm…” Jason reaches her ankles, one with each hand, and turns Lin’s legs so that both of her ankles rest on top of eachother on her ass.



Pausing, he marvels at her flexibility, then looks down between her folded legs. Lin’s hairless snatch is stuffed full of his thick shaft. His black rod is wedged between her pussy lips, which are a creamy light brown. The color is a nice contrast to the deep chocolate hue of Jason’s tool parting her labia. He watches Lin’s tight pussy convulse around him visibly until she stops coming.



“ah.”



“Ok, Lin, please hold your legs here…” Jason says gently. Despite his calm attitude, he is holding back his own rising pleasure.



Lin lays on the table panting. The position Jason put her in is not painful or uncomfortable, it is just unfamiliar. She holds still for him.



He releases Lin’s legs and takes one of her wrists in each hand. Jason slowly rotates her arms until the wrists are on top of her ankles. He takes both wrists and both ankles in one strong hand and grips them together. His other hand gathers her hair and doubles it over in his fist. He presses down gently on her wrists and ankles while pulling gently on her dark locks. This brings her head up and her pussy down further on his pole.



Lin feels Jason handling her, positioning her body for his pleasure. He inches her down on his stiff rod, reigniting her orgasm as he crams even more of his swollen cock inside her.



“UNNNNGH!” Lin grunts. A second powerful orgasm begins inside her. “UUUUUGGGHHHH!” Her eyes and mouth are wide open.



Jason pulls back and barrels forward, jarring Lin stiffly. He holds nothing back, bashing his cock head roughly against her cervix as he assaults her seizing slit.



“Yeeeahhh…” he whispers.







Tony pulls his face from between Britt’s butt cheeks. He slaps first one, then the other, watching the blonde’s head move back and forth in front of Paul. The younger Italian man seems to be enjoying himself.



“Mmm, what a tasty little tart…” This comes out sounding almost like a growl as Tony rises to stand behind Britt. She continues sucking Paul while stroking Rick.



Tony pulls his shirt off. He is planning to fuck Britt roughly in the ass and he doesn’t want it getting in the way. Now completely naked, he puts one hand on Britt’s tramp stamp tattoo and uses the other to line up his excited cock with her slick asshole.



Britt feels Tony get in position behind her, ready to penetrate her ass. She pulls Rick’s cock out of her mouth and turns back toward Tony.



“Hey, why don’t you let me do that?” She asks him looking flushed. Some of her spit dangles from Paul’s dick to her lips.



Tony shrugs and Britt stands tall, still holding a dick in each hand. She walks around in front of the chair. Paul and Rick shuffle along with her awkwardly, but not wanting her to let go.



“Have a seat, Tony.” Britt nods back toward the chair, then looks at Rick. “Wouldn’t want your dick getting cold,” she says with a wink.



Tony quickly positions himself behind Britt, sitting on the chair. Britt, meanwhile, stretches her mouth wide open and stuffs Rick’s cock in.



“AAGGH-” she vocally wedges it in. “MMmmm…”



Rick sighs, watching her take his cock. “Atta girl…”



Britt, still holding Paul’s dick in her right hand, lets her left fall from Rick’s balls to between her own legs. She scoots back to hover over Tony, positioning herself directly above him. Tony watches her skirt catch on his cock, sticking straight up in the air, then whoosh past it. Both Paul and Rick shuffle with her. Britt’s groping hand finds Tony’s jutting erection between her legs and she rubs it against her aching cunt, coating it liberally.



“Mmmmph…” she moans, now working more of Rick into her mouth.



Tony feels the slippery wetness of her pussy on his tip. He puts his hands on Britt’s hips, coaxing her forward slightly.



“No, no, I want you to put me in your ass,” he says flatly.



Brittney, ever the skillful cock slut, handles the 3-dick situation masterfully. While stroking Paul with her right hand and sucking Rick’s prick, she uses her left hand to guide Tony’s large manhood to her rear opening.



As she begins to push down onto Tony’s girthy member, she can’t help but feel like she is playing a game of Twister, only with cocks. Brittney allows her mind to wander for a moment.



Tony feels her hesitate with his cock head pressing against her anus. He feels like his rod is almost painfully erect, seeking a tight hole.



Inside Brittney’s head, she can almost picture how the modified Twister would go. “Right hand to long cock. Mouth to curved cock. Ass to-” Her thoughts drift, almost giggling around the pole poking against the roof of her mouth-



Tony’s impatience gets the best of him. He pulls her hips down, reaming her ass.



“Mmmrrppphhh!” she groans, muffled by the dick in her mouth. Her eyes pop open wide.



Both Tony’s fat dick head and Britt’s tight rim are greased with one kind of lubricating bodily fluid or another, so after a momentary interface between wide cock and narrow anus, he slides into her steadily.



Rick is enjoying the way Britt is blowing him, especially with her moaning on his dick, but he feels like he would like to be in control. He decides to take matters in his own hands.



“This is nice, Britt,” he says, taking a length of ponytail in each hand, “but you can take more…”



Rick grips her tightly and drives his dick into her mouth. Brittney blinks resolutely, then keeps her eyes wide open. As Rick begins fucking her face, she lets go of Paul’s dick to brace herself, now holding Rick’s upper thighs.



This causes Paul to sigh. The scene before him with Britt is very erotic and he could feel a large load in need of release after being stroked and sucked by the adept lifegard. Now that the two older men were taking over, Britt seemed distracted and Paul definitely wanted one of the girls to get him off. He looks over to Lin and Jason.



Jason is behind her, holding her arms and legs in some kind of pin-fuck. Lin’s mouth is wide open as Jason fucks the daylights out of her.

“Perfect…” Paul thinks. He moves toward the small Asian woman on the business end Jason’s monster cock.







Seemingly out of nowhere, Paul, the younger Italian man in the group saunters over to Lin, his erect tool swinging unrestrained in front of him.



Jason continues to pound the senseless Lin while she stares off blankly.



“EEEEEEE – gasp – EEEEEAAHHHH!!!” Lin is obviously still in the throes of pleasure.



Paul looks over her body to Jason. The large black man is sweating lightly and holding onto Lin.



“Can I…?” he says, unsure of himself.



“Be my guest.” Jason says, unconcerned.



Paul puts his hands on his hips and lines his pale, long erection up with Lin’s gaping mouth. She stares forward, mouth agape. The young man shrugs, then leans forward, plunging into her open mouth.



“AAAHHH-ggggghhhHH!!!” Lin sputters on the cock jammed into her mouth.



Jason releases Lin’s hair and straightens out her legs slightly. Her knees stick out in a triangular shape on either side of her. He pulls Lin’s small feet to rest on both sides of his slick shaft. He continues driving into her, fucking her mercilessly. Her feet prevent Jason from going as deep, but the added stimulation is driving him wild.



“Hmm, hmmm, hmm” He breathes raggedly with each stroke.



Paul has his hands on his hips, fucking Lin’s mouth. She has now closed her silver lips around his erection and rocks back and forth with Jason’s thrusts into her. Still energized as her orgasm fades, she leans into the young man. Her hands are held behind her, pulling her stuffed cunt back toward Jason.



“She is really something else, look at her…” Paul says in pure lust. He watches the vein throbbing on her forehead, feeling his pleasure surge.



Lin is bouncing back and forth on the two thrusting men. She presses her feet together around Jason’s wide pole, feeling his pumping shaft between the bottoms of her feet. His steely shaft is hard and hot. Lin looks up at Paul. His cock throbs in her tightened lips. She feels it poking eagerly against the roof of her mouth.



“Uh, fuck… I’m… Guh!” Paul steps back and grabs Lin’s hair. She tastes semen as withdraws.



His dick head has turned a deep purple. It oozes steadily. “AH! Sign me up!” He says urgently.



From behind the group, Sam chimes, “Yes! One down…”



While holding Lin’s hair with both hands, Paul’s bare cock lurches, then spurts a thick, creamy stream of sperm onto her cute face. Jason watches, thrusting into Lin rhythmically.



“Uh!” Paul groans. His entire body jolts and he launches another thick wad. It lands across Lin’s lips.



Lin’s hands are still held behind her by the wrists. She can’t even really turn her face away from the young man’s streaming ejaculation.



“GUH!” He twitches again. Another sticky jet spurts across her lips.



“Pfffhhh,” Lin doesn’t so much spit it out as just exhaling strongly. Cum flies from her lips.



Paul makes an almost sheepish noise. “Haaaggh.” His pale dick jerks with his next emission. A heavy white gob splatters against Lin’s forehead and hair.



Jason’s persistent ins and outs shake the small asain woman. He isn’t letting up.



“Ah!” Lin cries, splattered with jizz and continuously jostled by the black cock plowing into her. “Where you come from?!” She looks up at Paul as his cum hangs on her face thickly.



Paul steps forward, poking his waning erection against Lin’s nose.



“uuuGH,” he half grunts, half shudders, leaking a final feeble spurt onto the bridge of her nose.



Then Paul shifts his hips down and forward. He puts his spent, but still stiff rod into Lin’s mouth, breaking through several sticky wads that hang between her lips.



“Uhhh…” Paul trembles, feeling Lin’s tongue squeezing the remaining cum from his shaft. “Waa-oow.” He shakes again involuntarily.







Britt is indeed distracted by the two men handling her. Rick is alternating between probing deep into her throat with long, pronounced pauses and using her hair to pull her mouth back and forth across the length of his dick. He makes a sound like he is relishing every bite of a delicious steak.



“Mmmm, MMMhh MMM!”



Tony holds Britt’s hips slightly above his own. His legs are together between Brittney’s, where hers are spread on either side of him as she leans forward into Rick’s crotch. Using the chair for leverage, Tony rocks his wide shaft into her ass with short, deliberate thrusts. He seems to be using considerable effort, either to position and control the tall blonde in his lap or to hold back from firing his load into her bowels, it’s not clear.



“Uggh!” he grunts, then pants as he inhales. He grunts again, each one in time with his thrusts.



To her credit, Britt is holding her own. She continues to maintain eye contact with Rick over the skewed glasses perched on her nose while he fucks her throat. She only looks away when he pushes her face against his toned abs. With each deep stab, Britt drops her gaze to straight forward: not to look at anything, but to focus on handling the persistent exploration of her tonsils by Rick’s dick head. Her own moaning is only broken by a quick inhale whenever Rick briefly pulls his cock out of her airway and when the moan rises in pitch as Tony plunges into her butt fully. A growing line of drool dangles from her chin.



Rick, absorbed in his own pleasure, seems to suddenly realize that the young woman won’t be able to keep up with his forceful impaling. He takes a step back.



“Gguaahhh…” Britt half sighs, half grunts as Rick’s tool is removed from her face.



Tony persists in bouncing the blonde’s ass in his lap.



“Uh, uh, uh, uh…” Now Britt starts getting into it, moving up and down on her own.



Rick gives his spit-soaked dick a few strokes, watching. “Ok Brittney, let’s see if this membership is really worth the price of admission.” His grin could not be broader. “Lean back,” he tells Britt. “Tony, hold her steady for a sec.”



Tony’s face remains serious, concentrating. Rick approaches the two and takes ahold of Britt’s long, stocking covered legs by the ankles of her heels. He lifts them up, over her shoulders, and puts her legs together so he can hold her ankles high in one hand.



He looks down at her pubic area, which is hairless and meticulously groomed beneath the hiked up skirt. The tight ring of Britt’s anus is stretched around the ample girth of Tony’s large shaft. Just above this union, her fat labia glisten with moisture.



Rick sucks in an appreciative breath through pursed lips and steps up to Britt. One hand holds her legs up by the ankles and the other holds his protruding cock.



“Aaalright, here we go…”



He gently slaps his wet dick head on her wet cunt lips. It sounds like someone smacking the surface of a puddle. Without further ado, Rick places the helmet head of his cock against her pussy and dips it in. Britt’s saturated slit offers no resistance. He continues driving into her, sinking down to his balls in one steady push.



“fuck.” He says.



Britt squeezes her eyes shut, leaning back on Tony.



“oooooooooohhh,” she says steadily as he slides in fully.



Rick and Tony make brief eye contact. Neither of them has ever put his dick in a woman with another man already inside her. They share a smirk, then each put their focus squarely on the tall blonde they are sandwiching.



Britt is also focusing. She has been in this position before, but it can be tricky being stuffed with this much cock. She remembers to breathe.



Inhale, exhale… Inhale, exhale…



She breathes deliberately, bracing herself against Tony’s chest with one hand. Her other hand is holding Rick’s shoulder. With her legs lifted, she has no leverage and must rely on the guys for balance and control. She feels like she is stuffed full. Her body begins to tremble slightly. The two men stay motionless momentarily as they settle into this complicated position. Britt feels each dick inside her and for a brief second, they both seem to grow slightly, filling her even more. Tony’s large prick stretches her asshole further as he swells. She swallows hard.



“Mmm,” Tony says gruffly, “you just made her ass even tighter, Rick.”



“Yea, there no room left inside her. She’s packed full.” Rick says as he places his free hand on Britt’s bare breast. He gives it a squeeze.



“You guys have some really nice cocks…” Britt says, sounding strained. “… filling me right up…”



The men slowly, but simultaneously, ease into motion. Each dick withdraws, then pushes back in. The guys begin moving in unison without realizing it. Britt times her breathing with the movements in and out of her, inhaling when the guys move back, then grunting an exhale with the thrust back in.



-Gasp-”Uhh.”-Gasp-”Uh.”-Gasp-”Ughh.”



The group’s momentum starts slow, but quickly builds. Britt’s breathing becomes more frantic. Before long, the two guys drop out of synch. Tony resumes his deep, concise thrusts, pleased to fuck Britt’s tight ass while keeping his cock most of the way inside her. She also loses the rhythm of her breathing as the guys fuck her at their own individual tempo. She feels out of control and the intensity of this sensation is growing.



“Mmm, fuck me guys.” Her ponytails begin to flail around wildly. “You guys both have great dicks. I’d really love if you became members. OOOHHH!” Tony hit a particularly pleasurable spot deep in her ass. “Oh, yes. You guys could fuck me again just like this or have me all to yourself. I’ll let you both try my pussy, ass, mouth, whatever… ooooh! Whatever you want! OOOOOOOH!” She is holding on for dear life.



Rick strokes his entire length in and out of her, much the same way he was fucking her mouth a few moments ago. He even pauses on occasion after thrusting into her deeply to flex his cock inside of her with a groan. Her tight pussy starts to quiver on one particularly deep plunge.



“Hoooh…” Rick gropes her breast, paying special attention to her stiff nipple. “Fuck, looks like she is about to lose it, man…”



Tony also feels the pressure building. “Fuck, man, I’m getting there too.” He gives her a rough poke. “FUUUck!”



The rush of his orgasm surprises him slightly. He feels precum jetting from his tip, but clenches in time to hold back his full load.



“Oh… ooooh…” He sighs, slowing briefly. Britt’s twin ponytails dangle in his face, so he grabs them to have something to hold.



Britt loves it. She feels a sharp spurt into her depths as Tony’s cock expands to issue his precum.



“Yes, boys! Yes,” she pants. “Use my body. I want you both to…” Britt gulps down a breath. “…fuck me harder! OOOOHHHHH!”



Now she is moaning uncontrollably. Rick uses his hold on her ankles to push her legs together even tighter, sending her over the edge.



“OoOhOohOAAAAAAAHH! FUCK ME BOYS!” she cheers.



Tony holds himself motionless at the bottom of the threesome. He can feel Britt’s ass clenching around his throbbing member and he fights to control his own climax. His grip tightens on Britt’s hair.



“OH MY GOD! GIVE IT TO ME! YEAAAAHHH!!” Britt shouts out her ascendancy.



Rick is driving the group, controlling the motions from the top. He pounds relentlessly into Britt’s quivering cunt, using his up-curved cock to punch his dick head against her g-spot.



“GUUUUUUUHHHH!!!!” Britt punctuates her orgasm with a final push. “Oh fuck guys.”



“God, you are sexy!” Rick says, not breaking the pace of his thrusting.



He plunges in and out of Britt, nudging her back and forth. This causes her to bounce on Tony’s cock.



“Britt, I’m ready to sign…” Tony says urgently from below. “Shit…NOW!” He tugs sharply on her hair.



Rick pauses, holding back now himself.



“Ok, Sam, run his deposit!” Britt says cheerfully, making eye contact with her brunette coworker. She feels a pronounced expansion of the wide dick embedded in her ass. “Hurry! He’s about to blow!”



Sam rushes over to the table. “Ok, ok, I’m coming…” she huffs.



“uuuuUUAAAAAGGH!” Tony growls. “I’M CUMMING!”



He jerks Britt’s hair and pushes into her ass. The strong wave of his ejaculation surges pleasure through his body as he erupts. His dick twitches, sending a long pulse of cum deep into Britt’s bowels.



“AAAhhh…” he says.



Britt feels the warm flood in her rectum. “Oh my god.” Britt looks around nervously. “Oh, wow… that’s really warm…” She sounds slightly panicked herself. Tony’s spurting cock is bringing around her second orgasm. “OOOHHH…”



Tony continues to ejaculate. “Ahhhh… AAhh… THeeeere you go…” His cock twitches again and again as he deposits his load.



“Yesss,” Britt hisses. “Oooooooh… Fill me up big boy…” Britt says blissfully. Suddenly, she feels a hot rush coat her womb. “Oooh SHIT!” Her voice rises with surprise at the end.



As Britt climaxes again, her pussy clamps down around Rick’s shaft. He was trying to hold back, but this sensation sends him over the edge. He pulls back until just the head of his cock is stuffed between her pussy lips, then erupts.



“uh…” Rick’s entire body jerks and he launches a rope of cum into her belly.



The warm flood spreads inside Britt as both guys spray her core with hot semen.



“uh…” Rick jerks again, releasing another spurt.



“fuuuuck… fuuuuuck… fiiiiillling me…” Britt says breathlessly, quivering.



Rick slides his hips forward. He drives his jizzing cock deep into the blonde while issuing another jet.



“UH!”



A thick white ring froths out of Britt’s cunt around Rick’s driving rod. She is being pumped full of cum.



“uuauauaaaahhh…” She is out of her mind, sighing. Sperm starts oozing out as her holes become flooded. Jizz leaks from her pussy onto her asshole, then down the cock shaft nested there.



“uh. uh. uh.” Rick finishes with a few more jets into her.



Tony holds himself deep in Britt’s rectum. He can feel his warm load held in by her tight rim along with his large prick. He also feels the sticky trickle of the sperm overflowing from her pussy.



“woah.” Rick says. “I think I just saturated your cunt, Britt.” He can feel viscous goo dripping from his balls.



Britt takes the longest of the three to recover. Rick lets go of her ankles.



“Oh, boy.” She eases her legs down with both dicks still inside her.



Her heels click on the concrete as she finds her balance.



“Wow.” Britt looks down at her impaled young pussy. “Fuck, you guys! That’s a lot of cum…” She carefully unbuttons her skirt and removes it from around her waist, not wanting to add any more cum stains to it.



Tony groans from behind her. His softening cock is still gripped in her strong rectum.



“Careful now…” he says as Britt begins lifting herself off of him gingerly.



Britt is still breathing heavily as she rises. Tony watches her slide up steadily until just his head is still inside her. It catches in her tight rim, then pops out, causing him to groan again. As his cock flops over onto his belly limply, the load he just shot into Britt’s rear end begins to trickle out.



“Oh, aha haha…” This sensation makes Britt giggle.



“Mmmm,” Rick gives her heaving breasts a good-natured squeeze, then dismounts. He pulls his long rod out of her as steadily as he entered her. It is streaked with ribbons of cum. He is still relatively hard, so it bobs slightly when he frees it completely, still leaking sperm.



The trail of Tony’s cum is joined by Rick’s as it makes its way down Britt’s long, tanned inner thigh. Rick gets a great view of her soiled genitals as she leans over Tony, who is still seated.



The two make eye contact. Tony takes in her bright blue eyes behind the smeared glasses.



Britt smiles. “Your membership comes with a complimentary cleaning…”



She scoops up his soft, clammy cock and puts it in her mouth.



“Aaahhh… Mmmm…” Tony relishes the feeling of her tongue. He reaches up to palm her dangling tits.



“mmm, mmmm…” Britt moans, tasting her own musky anal flavor mixed with the cum she draws out of him.



She pauses to show a small white pool in her mouth, then swallows it with a smile and turns to Rick.



“Now, you are a naughty boy…” she says coyly. “I’m not supposed to let you cum until you are a full member…”



Britt bends at the waist, giving Tony a close-up look at her double cream-pie.



“I couldn’t help it, Britt.” Rick chuckles. “Go ahead and run it, though. I’m in.”



He watches as she brings one hand to his shaft and the other to his balls. Both are sticky with ejaculate.



“Ok, good.” She lifts his shaft and leans down. Her tongue jiggles his nut sack while she licks his testicles clean. “I was worried you were trying to take advantage of me…”



She tightens her grip on his shaft, squeezing out a fresh runner of cum. It seeps out of the tip of his cock.



“uuuuuh,” Rick grunts softly.



“Ok, Sam, you heard the man.” She places the dripping head in her mouth, letting the long dangle of semen hang from her chin.



Sam cheers gleefully, completing another transaction.



Rick takes a ponytail in each hand. He thrusts into Britt’s mouth. “Ok, take it deep now…”



Britt takes down the length of his dick, moving her hand to throat him.



“Yesss…” Rick hisses. “Worth every penny…” He looks down at her.



Britt looks up at him as she pulls back. Now his cock has lost its rigidity and it droops when it leaves her lips. Again, she opens her mouth to show the man what cum she drew from his cock. She rolls his clumpy sperm on her tongue before gulping it down.



“Ah.” She says briefly, then shows him an empty mouth.







“Lin, this may sound strange,” Jason says from behind her.



He has stopped thrusting into her. Lin turns back to him, holding Paul’s softening dick by the head in her mouth.



“I’m just about to cum. I’d like you to jerk me off with your feet. Do you think you can do that?” Jason asks, feeling his balls boiling, ready to explode.



Lin nods and faces forward again. Paul takes a brief moment to look down at her before finally pulling his tool out of her mouth.



Jason releases Lin’s arms. Her feet find the floor and she quickly spreads a towel on the ground before laying down face up.



“You stand here,” Lin indicates with a wave of her hand.



Jason moves toward her to stand by her feet. As he steps up, his towering cock casts a long shadow over Lin. She raises her legs and puts the soles of her feet on either side of Jason’s dick, pinching it between them. Then she starts sliding them along his shaft, stroking him. He groans loudly.



“This ok, mister Jason?” She asks.



Jason looks down to see his large, dark pillar between Lin’s small feet. Her soles are warm and soft and she squeezes them together while they glide back and forth along his pussy-lubed pole. She is smiling up at him with a cum-drenched face. Her hands absently hold her tits, pressing them together for him.



He grunts, nodding.



“Ok, big man, you cum as you prease.”







Tony is still watching the river of cum slowly working its way down Britt’s thigh. He shifts focus behind the leggy blonde to Lin, who is lying on her back on a towel. Above her, Jason’s towering erection protrudes out over her. Her feet are working back and forth along his horizontal black rod. An idea occurs to him.



“Britt, why don’t you feed our cum to Lin.” He suggests.



Rick agrees and helps her walk over to the small Asian woman lying before the large black man. Lin’s face is already smeared with several white gobs from where Paul ejaculated.



“Lin, get ready to eat my cream pie.” Britt says, looking down at Lin. Britt carefully steps a white heeled foot on either side of Lin’s long, silky black hair.



“Ok, Miss Bee.” Lin looks up at Britt’s messy pubic area. Cum is already dripping down toward her face. “You go verry srow.” The skilled Asian somehow manages to continue stroking Jason with her soft feet.



Britt, holding Rick’s hand, lowers herself to crouch over Lin’s face. Lin puts a hand on each of her approaching ass cheeks. Britt’s other hand moves toward the front of her pussy and she spreads it open, pushing.

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