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It had, Max thought, been a terrific summer thus far and he was glad his firm had allowed him the extra time off so he could come with Alli and experience it all. They had spent several days at the big powwow for Crow Fair and he had enjoyed the dancing contests and parades enormously. He found that he loved the rugged countryside and wide open spaces of the west that allowed him to see the sky and horizon uninterrupted by skyscrapers and the building clutter he was used to. Alli and Clayton tried, at every step, to make things easier and more comfortable for him in the sometimes unfamiliar world of Indian life and culture. And their friends and family had been warm and welcoming to him, despite some initially awkward moments due as much because of his age as because of his race, he thought.



Once Alli’s grandmother had found out about his talents with a toolbox though, he’d been “in like Flynn”. He recalled their initial meeting and her refusal to speak English to him for days, despite Alli’s anger with the old woman. He’d taken it in stride and tried to soothe Alli’s temper, but one day she had stormed out to have another yelling match with her silver-haired granny. In their absence Max had discovered several cabinet doors in the old woman’s kitchen that were hanging by one screw, as well as the door out the back that had warped from the weather and now dragged, sticking on the splintering boards of the back stoop.



Doing some snooping he’d managed to find a handful of assorted screwdrivers and a bare assortment of other tools in a small chest of drawers. In other drawers around the house he found odd screws and nails and gathering his booty took it in to work on the kitchen cabinets. Coming in later the little round woman had found him shirtless and sweating in the heat, but satisfied with himself as he checked the swing of the little wood cabinet doors. She had smiled toothlessly at him then, eyes sparkling and beckoned him to come with her, nearly dancing with excitement as she pulled him out to the old barn by one arm. Alli had come around the house too, demanding to know what was going on but he could only laugh and shrug before ducking under the lintel.



Alli’s Granny had hugged him fiercely, fingers lingering in the hair of his chest as she patted him. She giggled like a school girl then, her weathered old cheeks flushing. Turning to an ancient tarp covered mess in the corner, she stroked the canvas like the skin of a long-ago lover before telling him -



“Dees for you Max!”



By now Alli had entered the barn too and he heard her slight gasp as he turned back the cloth. He was more curious than seriously expecting to find anything, but with a growing sense of wonder discovered an ancient wood box with carpenter’s tools of a hundred years ago – wood planes, awls, rasps and chisels, ball peen and claw hammers and even a tack hammer resided in the dusty old box, all wrapped in oiled rags to protect them. Reverently he looked through the box examining the tools, while a rapid-fire exchange in Shoshone took place behind him. Finally, Alli had wrapped her arms around him from behind -



“You fixed her cabinets?”



“Uh huh,” he nodded, turning his head to plant a kiss on her nose. “And if these are in as good a shape as they seem to be, maybe we can get her door fixed tonight too. I was afraid it would have to wait till I could get to a hardware store in town.”



She kissed his shoulder, tonguing some of the salt sweat from his skin, “I didn’t know you knew how to do things like that.”



Turning in her arms he grinned down at her, kissing her nose again, “Seems I may have some value besides “standing stud” after all, huh?”



Flashing her full, dazzling smile at him she agreed, “Yeah, I’d say you’re a keeper! But seriously baby, how DO you know this stuff?”



He told her then about the summers of his high school years, after his parents had divorced, spending time with his grandparents who had a little place in the country. His grandfather’s good friend and neighbor was an older Amish gentleman who had taken Max under his wing, teaching him what he could of basic woodworking and construction during those few summers – taking him into the community for every barn raising possible. Max had developed a love of working with his hands that had gone largely unfulfilled, despite his minor in architecture.



“But I don’t understand where these tools came from,” he’d said. “How did your Grandmother get them? How long has she had them for cryin’ out loud? Would she have just left them here forever?’



Alli had, blushing, done some explaining of her own, telling him how her Grandmother (and consequently both Clayton and herself)”Granny Merry” was, despite appearances, not full blooded Shoshone. Merry’s father had been a “breed” – the son of an immigrant German carpenter and a young Arapaho girl, probably “purchased” as a bride with blankets, guns or whiskey. He had inherited the dark good looks of his mother, along with the blue eyes and skill working with wood of his father. It had made him irresistible to Merry’s mother, Mockingbird Sings in the Morning. They had many happy daughters together, but no sons, and before the old man had died he had Mockingbird wrap all his tools in skins soaked in linseed oil. He’d told Mockingbird and his daughters that the tools were “for the one who will come”. As far as Granny Merry was concerned, Max was “The One”.



As for how long it had been, closest reckoning put her Granny’s age near 90, plus or minus a year or two. There was an equally old and treasured German Bible that had all the births and deaths written in it but the ink was old, faded and smudged in spots so it was impossible to tell if the old woman had been born in 1921, 1924 or 1927. Then Alli had to try to explain “Indian time” – something for which there was no easy explanation. The closest way she could explain it to him was that Indian’s traditionally don’t measure time in the same way as white society and the business world – not in 24 hour days and 7 day weeks – but in seasons, ages, eras of conflict or of drought and abundance.



He’d already noticed elements of this. Clayton and his friends might say, ‘we’ll meet you in town around noon’. It might mean that most of them would show up at some point hungry for lunch. On the other hand, it might mean they would show up, en masse, sometime before dark. At first Max’s frustration with their lack of respect for Clayton’s mother, and their lack of punctuality had him feeling seriously disgruntled. Over the days that they had been there, however, Max had noticed Alli gradually relaxing and ceasing to take such lapses personally. She was still largely punctual and if she had given her word she would be somewhere then she would move heaven and earth to be there at the stated time. But on days when they had no plans or obligations, she and her friends or relatives might discuss doing something – but Max was beginning to understand that, in this world, in this place, there was no need to rush or to stress. Necessary things were accomplished because they were necessary – feeding the chickens and other stock. Slightly less imperative things might wait until more convenient – hauling water or cutting wood (or repairing kitchen cabinets, he thought with some humor). Hunting and fishing (and SEX) seemed to always be “imperatives” even if the larder seemed fully stocked and Max wondered how much the pleasure involved in the pursuit weighed in the decision making process. He began to suspect it was a determining factor.



In this case, the family was committed to periodically renewing the oiled cloths until such time as “someone” appeared or was born with the necessary talent and desire to use the tools. The actual historic time involved did not significantly matter.



Events following their explanations had deteriorated rapidly when Max had discovered Alli was bra-less in the summer heat. He DID learn an important lesson though. Individuals with hay-fever should avoid fucking in barns at all costs. Despite Alli insisting he shower immediately he had continued sneezing and coughing for several days and totally gave up wearing contacts in favor of his wire-rimmed “emergency” glasses. It had given Granny Merry plenty of time to round up all the other family members and close neighbors who needed work done around their homes. Max was working harder than at any time since his youth. He had also lost weight, built upper body muscle, gotten quite a tan clambering around on house and barn roofs without a shirt and was sleeping better than ever before in his life. He found, when he gave the matter any thought whatsoever, that he was happy.



Alli seemed happy too. She was cooking a lot – even baking her own sourdough bread. She had started a small vegetable garden, persuading a neighbor to assist with it now in preparation to take over once they’d gone home – in return for which the neighbor would share the produce garnered with Granny Merry. She and Granny frequently worked side by side in the cool of the morning and evening. Occasionally they would grab buckets and baskets and head out into the fields and woods, bringing back their gleaned treasures after spending hours away from the house. Sometimes they’d come home giggling like schoolgirls together and freshly sunburned from skinny-dipping in Big Jimmy Creek or one of the other local waterways. Despite their ‘trifling’ ways, the family (always including such assorted aunties, uncles, cousins and friends as managed to ‘just drop by’ at mealtimes) dined well on huge salads of field greens – “wild” miner’s lettuce and tender poke and dandelion greens with whatever nuts, mushrooms, edible berries and flowers the women had found on their travels. An assortment of vegetables fresh from the productive little garden – or perhaps a soup or stew with some of the game that Clayton and the cousins seemed to forever be hunting – along with liberally buttered slabs of the crusty homemade bread would usually serve to fill the most prodigious appetite. Max HAD noticed, however, that the Indians seemed to universally share a sweet tooth and could almost always manage “a nibble” of one of Alli or her Granny’s famous “scratch” cakes or cobblers.



As the days passed and he relaxed more into the rhythm of their life he realized he was truly learning to love the vastness of the western skies, the lack of traffic noise persisting into all hours and the clean, freshness of the morning air. There was always time enough for loving here as well and a quick pat of Alli’s fanny as she scrambled eggs for breakfast might result in her handing off the spatula to a giggling Granny Merry, or eye-rolling Clayton, as she hauled him back to bed. One of his first projects, after being gifted with the tools had been installing a lock on the inside of their bedroom door. It had been prominently lacking prior to that time and occasioned not infrequent battles between Alli and her grandmother who, although used to having unlimited access to the little back bedroom, seemed most prone to “needing something” in the middle of their lovemaking. Having a lock on the door, freed them from “middle of the night-silent mode” love making they had necessarily adopted by way of coping.



Alli had approved so heartily of his thoughtfulness that she had promptly dragged him inside the little room, locking the door behind her. Arching an eyebrow at her in a mock-quizzical mode he had asked -



“And just WHAT did you have in mind, Ms. Richards?”



Licking her lips and slowly unbuttoning her shirt she grinned at him, “I dunno, baby…I thought we might see what comes up…”



He leaned back on the bed, feeling himself already starting to get hard and strain against his jeans. Damn, he thought, she hasn’t laid a hand on me yet, or shown a tit…just the THOUGHT… Playing along still, he nodded slowly.



Well, I suppose I can spare a few minutes – but I really need to get over to Annabeth Cardinal’s place to look at that old desk of hers…”



She paused in the slow peel of her shirt. “A ‘few minutes’?”



He nodded seriously, trying not to adjust or draw attention to the now painful bulge at his crotch, “Uh huh…a few minutes…if you can think of some way of passing the time…”



She licked her lips again meaningfully as she finished peeling her shirt off, her dark nipples already standing hard and proud against her tanned skin.



“Oh, that…” he said, pretending to a despair he in no way felt. “I suppose that would be…well, ‘adequate’.”



Dropping her hands to her jean zipper she shimmied out of them, her panties immediately following. Advancing on him with a glint in her eye she announced -



“I’m about to GIVE you ‘ADEQUATE’!”



He pretended to try to cover himself with his hands -



“Now wait….Honey….Just a minute….Don’t be hasty….OOOOOOHHHHH!!!!”



She had, with the precision and forthrightness that is almost second nature to all medical personnel, pulled his shirt off over his head, unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to his knees along with his boxers. Kneeling in front of him she had arched one brow, the tip of her tongue nearly touching her nose and rolling her eyes at his act before opening her mouth and engulfing him to the root. Hearing his groan of pleasure she had giggled but never stopped sliding and sucking on his cock. Bobbing down to the base, where the tight curls of his pubic hair tickled her nose and then sliding back to the crown, never losing contact, her tongue sliding and teasing the sensitive skin around the rim and particularly the little knot of tissue that was so sensitive to stimulation. His hands were working on the edge of the bed now and she knew he was longing to grip her by the back of the head and fuck her mouth – but knowing too that he loved the slow torture and tease that she was giving him and wanted to give her free rein. Dipping lower she bent her head, sliding her tongue along his taint, as her finger stroked the crack of his ass, finding and lightly tickling his asshole as she opened her mouth wide to suck in first one, then the other of his balls.



“OOOOOOhhhhhhh God!”



“Hmmmmmm?” She hummed around his ball, the vibration shooting straight up into his brain and back again. “Adequate I take it”



“Nnnnnnngggggg,” Max groaned wordlessly. Then, remembering the part he was playing said, “I suppose you’ll do…”



Muttering ‘I’ll do he SUPPOSES’ she slid lower, sliding her tongue up and down his taint before running the tip of her tongue up and around the base of his sack. Inhaling one ball happily into her mouth she simultaneously slid several fingers back and down the crack of his ass to circle the rim of his asshole with the pad of her index finger. It had been a warm day and the smell of clean male sweat and arousal rose around her. As she moved her knees a little further apart, switching from circling his parts to stroking her own she could smell her own musk rising too. Max was holding her head nestled between his hands now, his fingers buried in her hair and she could feel the tension in his hands as his balls drew up and hardened.



As much as he was enjoying her ministrations he didn’t want the moment to end too soon and knew if she continued the blow job he was indeed going to ‘blow’ shortly. Not that that was a problem either, he thought, she loved to drink his cum as much as he did hers, often teasing that her favorite snack was a ‘protein smoothie’. Groaning again his hips flexed involuntarily, the urge to “FUCK” was becoming overwhelming….time to change up the rhythm he thought.



Pulling away from her he kicked out of the remainder of his clothing, laying back on the bed -



“How about sharing a little of that good stuff you’re hoarding down there?”



Bringing her dew wet fingers up into view as she joined him on the bed she solemnly licked one of the fingers, “Hmmmmm, well….I dunno…seems to me the flavor is off a little…not quite up to snuff. What do you think?”



She held a finger to his lips. He licked it – making a major production of the process with plenty of lip smacking. “Mmmm. Really hard to say sweetie.”



She giggled at the double entendre.



“There’s really only ONE way to tell for sure!”



“Oh? And what would that be?”



“Avoid the middleman…or finger…”



Leaning over her and grinning lecherously he stroked her wet folds with his own fingers, bringing them up to examine them critically, “Moisture content seems adequate…”



“There’s that word again….ADEQUATE.”



Popping his own fingers into his mouth now and simultaneously saying, “Well, that seems to improve the flavor slightly…”



“Probably due to that bland, caucasian taste you have…” she grinned wickedly at him.



He nodded sagely, “True, certainly doesn’t have that ‘Red Man’ whang to it…”



Finally breaking into gales of laughter she wrapped her arms around him, “Okay baby – you win!”



“Great! WHAT do I win”



Throwing her limbs wide open again so she was spread-eagle on the bed she giggled, “ME of course!”



Falling backwards onto the bed again he groaned mightily, “DAMN! Here, and I’d always thought that a prize was something new and unusual…” Rolling back up onto an elbow to grin at her he continued, “Instead of just the same ol’ same ol’.”



Narrowing her eyes in mock-warning, she was unable to hide the sparkle of humor in her dark eyes as she repeated, “Same ol’ same ol?”



Patting her pussy and kissing her nose lightly he nodded sagely, “Yep, same ol’ same ol.”



“Mr. Roberts, you are getting dangerously close to sleeping alone on the couch!”



Continuing to toy with her wet folds he shook his head in disagreement, “I kinda doubt it sweetie…I seem to have fairly solid evidence that SOMEBODY in this bed seriously wants fucked…and I think the couch is a little small…and a little too public for that!”



Popping his wet fingers in his mouth again he noisily sucked her juices from them, grinning at her irrepressibly.



Dropping his hand back to her slit, he stroked gently down the length of her sex, tracing the path of her lower lips. He smiled as she caught her breath, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth. He bent, seeking first to draw her lips into his own, unconsciously trying to find a way to compress all of the love and passion he felt for her into their shared kiss. Using the knowledge of her body he’d gained over the past months he played on her sex as though it were a musical instrument. He realized how well he’d succeeded when she surged against him, clinging desperately with her legs locked around his wrist. The heady perfume of her musk filled the little room and the damp spot below her on the bed widened.



Alli was puffing like a steam engine now, interspersed with little cooing cries of pleasure. Nibbling a trail of fiery kisses from the corner of her jaw he was unsurprised to find her thumbing her own nipples.



Tsk’ing at her he scolded, “MY prize sweetheart….ALL mine!”



Bending his head he opened widely, attempting to engulf as much of her breast as possible in his mouth. Sucking hard to pull her deep in his mouth he chuckled at the triumphant, ‘Ohhhh, YES, baby!’ that issued from the head of the bed. He thought again, briefly, it was a shame he hadn’t known Alli when her breasts had been filled with milk to nurse Clayton. But then, he realized, he’d have been too young to take full advantage of the situation.



Tonguing her nipple, flicking it lightly and circling it with his tongue, writing their combined initials across them, he was unsurprised to feel her cunt spasm against his fingers again. She’d told him once how much she loved nipple play, saying that her nipples seemed to be directly linked to her clitoris in some way. He bent his head a little lower, inhaling the sweetly erotic scent that always lingered just below her breasts, stroking along the fold of skin where they lay against her ribcage with his tongue, enjoying the salty tang of her sweat. Pausing briefly he blew a wet raspberry in her navel, just to hear her laugh.

“Helllloooo… anybody home?”



I heard the words echo from both entrances of my house as I stood in the kitchen, my mind awash with thoughts of taboo sex – most recently, of taking my eighteen year old younger daughter, Dulcie’s anal virginity, but also of having fucked my older daughter, Carolyn, both alone and with her sister. Then there was Carolyn’s former cheer leading chum Jeanie, who, after thoroughly teasing me from the day she turned eighteen, had joined Dulcie in a display of lesbian sex which turned into a threesome. What had kept my cock hard in my pants all morning though, was thinking about Dulcie off on a football road trip, wondering how many cocks she was consuming, or whether she was indulging her bi tendencies with the other cheerbabes. I had seen and felt enough of Dulcie’s taut young body to be able to imagine the experiences she was sharing.



The only thing keeping me from pulling my prick out and jacking off to get relief was knowing that Carolyn was due home any time for a weekend break from college. My hesitation was not fear of her walking in and finding me stroking myself. Dulcie had assured me that her sister was not ashamed of our earlier antics, and that if I handled the situation properly, Caro wanted more.



Part of what needed careful handling was my ongoing lust for Jeanie, complicated by the fact that she and Caro were no longer friends. Dulcie knew that my darkest fantasies involved reuniting the former team mates, in a modified version of my threesome with Jeanie and Dulcie. I could never tell Dulcie, but sharing Caro and Jeannie would be even hotter, with their history. I knew that even trying to engineer that would likely just blow things up, and leave me with no sex.



Dulcie was away, so neither voice could be hers. I quickly assumed that Carolyn had returned home earlier than expected, and turned toward the front door, expecting my older daughter to come bounding in. Her unhappiness at school had improved since our sexual encounter, which accomplished our purpose of building her self-confidence. She had not told me whether or not she had turned this into fresh sexual encounters.



Thoughts of watching Carolyn suck cock, or fuck, or eating pussy just made my cock stiffer, which was not what I wanted at that moment. No matter how much I hoped to share my meat with Caro again, wagging a hard cock at her before she even tossed her travel bag on her bed might scare her off.



Except it was not Caro who entered. Jeannie grinned girlishly at me as she rushed over and jumped up. My arms instinctively reached up and grabbed her back as her legs wrapped around my body. Her pelvis pressed tight to my cock. Her lips met mine; her tongue forced my mouth open and caressed my teeth. Her stiff nipples were barely contained in a halter top, which did nothing to prevent their hardness from drilling into my chest.



“Oh, I can tell that you’re happy to see me, but Dulcie told me she wouldn’t spoil the surprise when she asked me to come check and see if you needed anything while she was away.” Jeannie burbled as she came up for air, fingers caressing my hair. “I remember how much fucking went on during senior road trip, but then, I’m much more of a slut than your daughters. Maybe Dulcie would rather save herself for Daddy. Though I bet your cock is excited thinking about who she might be fucking.”



Jeanie emphasized her point by running a hand between our bodies, laying her palm fingers pointed down on my bulge. She held it there for about six heartbeats, applying barely any pressure, just feeling my turgidity surging against my clothing, grinning at the unspoken desire expressed by my meat, which told her that it wanted to touch her – not merely her hand, but her most intimate flesh, her mouth, her cunt, and, though she might not realize it, her ass.



“Is this reserved for Dulcie, or may I have some?” she cooed.



Before I could answer though, I heard a shout from behind me. This time it was Carolyn.



“Bitch,” she yelled. “Daddy’s mine!”



A blur flew past me. An arm swung. A hand slapped Jeannie’s face loudly.



“I got a ride home early to surprise Daddy. It’s not fair,” my daughter whined.



The shock of the attack had caused Jeannie to release me and step back. My cock still throbbed but now it was protesting the loss of body contact.



“Hold on, dear,” I spoke in as stern a parental tone as I could. For the first time, the moral gap created by incest felt like a chasm. “There’s enough of me to share. To be fair, Jeanie had me first, at least when it comes to bouncing on the bed. You knew that.”



“But that was with Dulcie – and you knew how upset that made me!”



One glance at the tears welling up in the corners of my daughter’s eyes washed my sternness away. She melted into my arms, the heat of her body filling the vacuum created by Jeannie’s stepping back. My cock instantly appreciated the treat, swelling hard against Caro’s flat belly. I stroked her hair like I did when she was a little girl as she sobbed on my shoulder. My other hand caressed her back, but with each stroke, I realized that I was drifting lower toward her ass. Behind Caro, I saw that Jeanie was now grinning.



Caro did not protest against my hardness pressing into her body. Instead, she rotated her hips slowly, grinding against my erection. A soft sigh escaped her lips. My hand shifted all the way down to cup her ass, squeezing firmly. She pressed harder against me, twisting so that her nipples drilled against my chest, a repeat of how Jeanie’s had felt moments earlier.



Her ass rotated faster under my palm, her cunt rubbing against my erection, separated only by thin layers of clothing. She broke the kiss, pausing briefly to bite my lower lip before panting for air, the warmth of her breath invading my throat as she stayed close.



“Damn, Daddy, but don’t you just turn me on so much that I can’t stay mad at you.” Caro’s voice was barely a whisper. “In fact, I want you so much that if you take me, I’ll do anything you want – things that bitch Jeanie would never dream of.”



My daughter snaked her tongue into my ear as if to illustrate her point, then spoke again.”Things that my little sister would be shocked if you try them with her after I go back to school.”



Over Caro’s head, I could see Jeanie slumped against the counter, breathing heavily, one hand inside her panties, the other massaging her boob, fingers toying with her own nipple, grinning , her brain obviously filled with evil thoughts.



“Oh, I doubt there’s much Jeanie wouldn’t do,” I chuckled, “and Dulcie is more corruptible than you could possibly guess.”



I watched Jeanie’s eyes open wide, her hands pausing as she waited for me to feed her fever with more details.



“No way she’d let you fuck her ass,” Caro guessed. “and I would.”



Since Dulcie had taken my cock up her poop chute, I’m sure my blush gave us away. Caro took a half step back, looking up and me, puzzled.



It was Jeanie’s to fill the void, upping the ante. “Heck, ass fucking is almost vanilla these days. All the gals like a little sausage in their casing. If you want to be really kinky, you have to drink the cum out of an ass.”



My cock throbbed, loving the idea, but my head was still in charge. “That would mean anal sex with no rubber – very unsafe.”



Jeanie pouted theatrically. “But, Daddy, I bet Caro’s ass is virgin. So the thrill would be worth the risk. If you want, I’d lick your stick clean afterwards.”



I started to protest, not wanting to set a bad example for my daughter, but Caro moved quickly, placing a hand over my mouth as her other fingers moved to undo my pants.



“I think it would be a huge turn on. I’m soaked just thinking about it, and like I said, anything Jeanie dreams of, I’m willing to go beyond – so first, I want you to fuck her ass while I lick your balls. Then while you fill my bowels, I’ll eat your seed out of her, before she gets her turn.”



Her hand was massaging my shaft. My pants puddled around my ankles. Jeanie was simultaneously tweaking her nipples and slinking closer, her eyes locked on mine, her tongue wetting her lower lip. Common sense was about to lose another argument.



Jeanie pressed tight to Carolyn’s back, making my daughter meat in a sensual sandwich. Jeanie ran her tongue along Caro’s neck before raising her lips to meet mine. The sweet flavour almost made me believe that I was virile enough to come twice in enough quantity to fulfil their perverse plot.



“Let’s make out and get him properly prepared,” Jeanie stage whispered into Caro’s ear, the tongue which had just teased my tonsils darting into my daughter’s aural canal. One of Jeanie’s hands had slithered up between bodies, and was under Caro’s bra, doing to my daughter’s nipple what Jeanie had just been doing to herself. I mentally pictured Caro dropping to her knees and taking me deep into her throat, in a seamless swallow, but with a hand firmly grasping my root to prevent accidental ejaculation.



By way of silent answer, Carolyn pivoted without releasing her grasp on my helmet, and cupped her other hand behind Jeanie’s neck. Rivalry abandoned, at least for the moment, Caro locked her lips tightly onto Jeanie’s mouth. I could see my daughter’s tongue bulging in her frenemy’s cheek. Four hands explored tits and asses as Caro quickly abandoned her stimulation of my organ. So much for my predicting how this ballet would develop.



The girls’ next move was so smooth, it could have been choreographed like ballet, but likely simply reflected their years of cheerleading practice. With no apparent discussion, they executed a pirouette and somehow Caro elevated up until she lay on the counter top, her legs draped over the edge, Jeanie in between.



I watched Jeanie caress my daughter’s inner thighs with delicate movements – far from the aggressive attack I had expected. Her fingers flowed in circular motions, eliciting ever deeper moans from Caro, until Caro’s hips began joining in the dance, lifting up from the counter top as Jeanie’s right thumb gently grazed Caro’s labia.



Jeanie’s nimble fingers tested Caro’s willingness. She must not have known about my threesome with both daughters, and how Caro had played with Dulcie. I just assumed that Jeanie, being a proud slut, had played before and after her episode with Dulcie which had ended up with my seduction. Jeanie knew the location of the most important bits, and how to please a woman.



“Is this okay?” Jeanie asked with uncharacteristic gentleness in her voice.



“Ohmigawd, yes, better than okay.” Caro moaned. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my life.”



Jeanie continued her tender touching of my daughter , seemingly enjoying the power and control over her long time rival. Within moments, I could see, hear and smell Carolyn’s excitement. Jeanie continued, though I suspected that Caro was on the brink of orgasm. Jeanie never quite allowed my daughter to climax, displaying a talent that could only have been perfected through plentiful practice.



For the moment, I might as well have been on another planet, as Jeanie stroked Caro’s nipples and kissed her way slowly around, over and down every bit of succulent skin. Caro’s breathing slowed as she became more aroused.



Any hint of hesitation on Jeanie’s part vanished. She worked her way toward Carolyn’s clit slowly, allowing the rosebud to pop up out of its hood on its own power. The sight of a womanly finger teasing my daughter’s tender flesh gave me a determined jolt of excitement as she gasped in ecstasy. I knew that this might never be repeated, so I wanted to watch carefully, and store the memories for future recall. Caro would go back to school, and it would be a long time before I got to see her again. There was no guarantee that she would ever get naked for me again, let along fuck me. So having fodder for future masturbation was an added bonus to what promised to be mind blowing sex.



My cock throbbed demandingly as I watched Jeanie drag her fingers up and then down my daughter’s moist slit, carefully not scraping tender flesh with nails, using only the pads of her digits. As she did this, Jeanie bent forward, obscuring my view. As I shifted positions, Jeanie slowly lowered her head over Caro’s chest, drawing a nipple into her lips, closing teeth around the rubbery tip, not biting, merely gripping enough to pull that nubbin away from the soft mound of tit below.



After repeating this seduction of the other nipple, Jeanie proceeded to kiss down Carolyn’s torso, bathing that taut flesh with her tongue, unhurried, wandering toward the navel, where she took exceptional care, rolling her tongue around the depression clockwise, and then counter-clockwise before stabbing into the space with a hardened point of that tongue. Jeanie’s fingers, four of them, thrust deep into Caro’s quim in synchronicity.



My daughter gasped loudly, the single sound echoing in the kitchen.



“Please, please please me,” she demanded into the silence, a hint of joyful laughter in her tone, “eat me, bitch.”



Her neck was bent, her back was arching up from the granite as her eyes glazed over. I knew she had loved sex with her sister when we had all shared a bed. Apparently, Jeanie also had just the correct womanly touch.



Caro began whimpering as her fingers twined through Jeanie’s hair, forcing her mouth along Caro’s belly. In a few seconds, I watched as ‘making out’ gave way to full on girl sex – tongue stabbing between labia, lips suckling, seeking clit.



My hand curled around my aching cock as I circled the counter, seeking the best view. I kept my organ in just a loose grasp, idly stroking, maintaining the excitement, but not progressing toward ejaculation, I hoped, in spite of the ‘plop’ of a drop of precum falling to the floor.



Jeanie abandoned Caro’s tits as my daughter’s ass lifted off the counter. The cheerleader whose teasing had contributed so much to my descent into incest pushed two fingers gently into Caro’s ass.



“Yes, bitch, stretch me for Daddy’s cock,” Carolyn moaned, releasing her grip on Jeanie’s hair, all the better to tug on her own nipples.



“I want you to make her cum,” I spoke, though it seemed like a stranger’s voice.



“She’s totally driving me crazy, Daddy,” Caro said.



I stepped closer to the counter, my body beside my daughter’s head. She turned her head and smiled up at me. Her chin moved a fraction of an inch, all the permission I needed to step even closer. Her mouth opened, allowing me to ease my erect head past her slack lower lip, over her teeth, onto her tongue. She licked me thoroughly, rhythm mimicking Jeanie’s pace. Then she closed her mouth around my shaft and sucked my cock like it was a straw and my seed was her milkshake, after a year crossing a desert.



“Not too much, sweetie,” I cautioned. “I’m not some college guy who can fill your belly from the top end, then fill your ass – not to mention Jeanie’s ass.”



Fortunately, at just that moment, Carolyn’s writhing intensified, and she spat my cock out, no doubt fearing that she might accidentally bite it in the throes of orgasm.



“I’m coming,” Caro screamed, her body twitching and heaving uncontrollably. Jeanie kept licking, prolonging my daughter’s climax.



“So much for just making out to get ready for me,” I chuckled.



“I’m not done yet,” Jeanie said, pausing for a moment while Caro caught her breath, and then diving back deep into that soft chewy center.



From this angle, I had a perfect view. I appreciated better than before that my older daughter had a tiny clit, unlike her mother or sister, or Jeanie. It was like a tiny pearl bobbing in the ocean of her cunt. Jeanie slurped it up enthusiastically, as if finding a strange new toy. I inhaled their mingled perfumes, the womanly scents proving that they were both excited.



Jeanie alternated deep thrusts of her fingers with soft tongue licking and gentle nibbles with her teeth.



“Oh, Jesus…” Caro panted, grabbing Jeanie’s hair again to press that mouth against her slit. “That feels so good.”



My daughter then released her lover’s hair and reached a hand out toward me, grasping my hand as waves of orgasm wracked her body.



Jeanie lifted her head and squealed with delight. Without missing a beat, she used her athletic grace to bounce up onto the counter top, twisting into a sixty-nine position with Caro. My daughter was less experienced than her friend, as far as I knew she had only had the one lesbian experience with her sister, but Caro made up for it by attacking Jeanie’s dripping quim with enthusiasm.



Her hands reached around and kneaded Jeanie’s buttocks. I stepped back, gaining a perfect view of the gaping anus which they had suggested that I fill with cream. It was already moist from Jeanie’s excitement. I throbbed every time my daughter’s tongue reached past the edge of Jeanie’s cunt and teased the perineum, almost tickling that rosebud. Within seconds, their moans filled my kitchen.



“Oh, god, you bitch, I’m coming,” Jeanie screamed. “So much for just making out til we were ready for Daddy.”



Caro just kept on eating as Jeanie’s climax exploded through that lithe body, which shook violently as it reached a peak of sexual satisfaction that I feared would be hard for me to match. Finally, each girl pulled their mouth away from their target and they lay panting on the counter top, a tangle of coltish womanly parts.



Jeanie recovered first, untangling herself and shifting to sit on the edge, legs slowly kicking the air, looking at my aching cock.



“I think Daddy’s ready,” she laughed, causing Carolyn to shift and look at her reward.



Their eyes left my organ and made contact, a thought transferring as if communicating a cheer move. They both bounded down from the counter and each grabbed one of my hands, along the way each giving the tip of my cock just a tiny nudge.



“Time for some bouncing on the bed,” both monkeys said at once, which caused them to collapse in a cavalcade of girly giggles before dragging me up the stairs to Caro’s room.



They both bounced up on the bed, side by side on all fours, presenting their shapely asses for my appreciation. I smiled partly because of that view, but also because their fingers were intertwined, and their lips touched briefly, their rivalry abandoned.



“Jeanie first,” Caro instructed me, spinning around so that her fine young ass was against the mattress. In the afternoon sun, she looked as angelic as she had as a six year old in baby doll jammies resisting nap time. But that was almost fifteen years ago, and now she was nude, her nipples red from her friend’s lesbionic attention, but still not ready for nap time, always wanting more from her daddy. And as always, I was about to give it to her. I never could resist pleasing my daughters.



“I don’t have any lube,” I realized out loud.



“Not a problem,” Caro decided, her fingers swiftly scooping up moisture dripping from Jeanie’s cunt and rubbing it around Jeanie’s anus.



As I stepped closer, my daughter went further, stuffing her tiny fist right into Jeanie’s cunt, and then stretching her friend’s sphincter open, two slim fingers probing inside and stretching that passage open for my weapon.



“Mmmm, that feels so good,” Jeanie moaned. “I think I’m ready for a sold hunk of man meat to be stuffed up there though.”



In spite of that suggestion, Caro continued to finger fuck her ass ferociously, working a third finger into her. Jeanie went crazy, her hips thrusting back against my daughter’s hand, a wave of orgasms shaking her body.



“Now she’s really ready, Daddy,” Caro laughed. “Time to fuck her tight hole with your big… fat… cock.”



She paused between those last three words, knowing how much I would love the praise, and perhaps trying to give Jeanie a little extra tingle.



My knees bumped the edge of the mattress and Caro smiled up, scooting closer. Her free hand grasped my shaft at the base, tugging me up onto the bed and aiming me at Jeanie’s core. Her fingertips caressed my balls, something that reminded me of how her mother knew just the right touch to excite without tickling. That thought might have made me feel sad, or guilty, but I was too absorbed in the moment. If Dulcie had first seduced me as therapy to help get me past the death of my wife, Caro’s latest effort was continuing the healing.

Marie sat on the bus as she did twice every day on her way to and from work. She had her MP3 playing her favourite songs as she looked aimlessly out of the window at the lush countryside. Marie was a country girl plain and simple but everyday she travelled into the city to do a job that paid the bills.



5.30am every morning Marie would wake, shower and dress up as the city executive she became as soon as she’d get to work. Marie would catch the bus at 6am and really enjoyed the hour drive to the centre of the city. The bus was usually empty and it felt like it was her private transport. The driver she imagined was her personal chauffer.



Marie flashed her bus pass at the driver as she caught the bus home. She noticed that it was her usual driver John.



“Evening John!” She said flashing her broadest grin.



“Hello stranger.” The bus driver replied giving her a cheeky wink.



Marie went to the back of the bus and put her MP3 player on. Marie noticed that John altered his rear view mirror so that their eyes met. Marie flashed a broad smile in John’s direction.



As the journey progressed the bus slowly emptied as the bus moved further away from the city. It had been a long Friday and Marie felt weary. It had been a very difficult week with lots of important meetings. She leant her head against the side of the bus. The gentle vibration of the bus travelled through her body and soon she was soundly sleeping at the back of the bus.



Marie woke up with someone gently shaking her arm. As she opened her eyes she could see John looking down at her. He stood there smiling down at her.



“You ok there sleepyhead?” he asked quietly.



“Oh I’m sorry. Oh dear I must have fallen asleep. You must think I am a right one!” She said apologetically stretching out into a full on yawn.



“I do but that’s because you are!” He replied smiling at her.



Marie was confused at his comment but she smiled as she wiped the sleep from her eyes.



“Why don’t you come sit at the front you can keep me company? We can stop each other from falling asleep!” John held his hand out for Marie. She followed him down the bus and sat at the front seat. John got into the driver’s station.



They chatted politely as they travelled back towards Marie’s stop. It was surprising how much they seemed to have in common. Marie found herself laughing at his corny jokes. He was definitely a tonic to her otherwise boring day.



“So how come a beautiful woman like yourself is taking the bus?” John asked “Not that I’m complaining. I like having you on my bus!”



“It’s good for the environment” Marie found herself saying, trying to hide her reddening cheeks.



“Nice try but what’s the real reason?” John asked obviously noticing her blush.



“It’s embarrassing….” Marie started.



“It’ll be our little secret” John said quietly “There’s no one here but us.”



Marie weighed up telling him the truth. She judged that the worse thing he could do was laugh so she gave it a try.



“I love big vehicles. I think it comes from growing up in the countryside all the tractors and combine harvesters.” Marie giggled trying to divert John’s attention



“Big vehicles huh? So you like them big huh?” John tried his best to suppress the giggles that were now growing inside him. His eyes formed tears of laughter.



“I know it’s stupid. It’s just the smell, the noises and the way they make me feel! I’ll stop now I realise you’ll probably think I’m weird but it’s just how I am.”



Marie said not believing the words that were tumbling from her mouth. Not even her closest friends knew about her love of big vehicles.



“I think we should discuss this further” John said “except your stop is coming up. Unless of course you fancy coming down to the depot with me? I could show you around the depot and all the big buses.” John said slightly emphasising the words big and buses. “We could catch something to eat then when I’ve picked up my car I’ll drop you back later if you want?”



Marie weighed up her options a night alone in front of the television or a trip to the bus depot with a cute guy.



“Well if it’s no trouble? I could always get a taxi back!” Marie suggested eager to spend some time at the depot.



“It’s no trouble and there won’t be need for a taxi. I’d be delighted to give you a lift home. I’ll be on my best behaviour” John said slowly.



“You don’t have to be” Marie found herself saying quietly hoping John hadn’t heard her but his grin told Marie that he had.



The continued their banter down to the end of the line, the bus station in the neighbouring town. John explained that they’d catch another bus to the depot where his car was parked. They got off the bus and John transferred his duty to the next guy. John picked up his bag, the takings and all the other bus paraphernalia before guiding Marie to another smaller bus. They sat on the back of the bus and John draped his coat over their knees. Marie shivered having John so close. She was used to being so distant in business thinking that she had to fight men to get her opinions heard. It was different with John she found him easy to talk to and she had somehow let her defences down.



John leant closer to Marie and whispered into her ear softly telling her to relax. Marie didn’t follow what he meant. She was about to ask him when she suddenly realised. John had worked his hand onto her knee and was slowly working his way up her stockings inch by tantalising inch. His hand slid up the silky nylons but he didn’t stop. John simply smiled as his hand touched the lace at the top of her stockings. Marie breathed shallowly as John edged further and further up her thighs. She gasped quietly as he touched the now moistening fabric of her panties.



“Let’s see how much you like vehicles now shall we?” he whispered in her ear.



John pushed the fabric of her panties into her and it became obvious how much Marie was enjoying herself. John’s fingers were soaked in her juices. He started to pull his hand away from her but it was only to move the fabric to one side. John pushed his fingers deep inside her. Marie bit her lip trying to remain silent. Soon John was using two of his fingers to bring Marie closer and closer to orgasm. He relentlessly worked those two fingers around her clit so that the combination of his touch and the vibrations from the bus made her clit extremely engorged. Marie squirmed on her seat, her breathing becoming laboured as she was approaching orgasm.



John suddenly withdrew his hand shocking Marie into opening her eyes. John was slowly licking Marie’s juices off his fingers.



“We’re getting close to the depot. I wanted to make sure you could compose yourself before we get off the bus.” John said quietly. He stood up and led Marie off the bus past all the passengers oblivious of what had just happened inches from them. John exchanged a nod with the driver and they got off the bus.



“How about I show you inside the depot as compensation?” John asked.



Marie reached across and kissed John excitedly. He pulled her closer and they kissed passionately. Marie could taste her juices on John’s tongue. When they broke their embrace John threw his head back and laughed.



“Shall I take that as a yes then?” John smiled broadly at Marie.



John guided Marie through the depot. Marie was wide eyed which made John chuckle. There were so many buses in the depot being steam cleaned, washed and repaired. Marie got a few wolf whistles as she followed John around. She was hardly the sort of woman who was normally found inside the depot. Marie was catching eyes dressed in her pale grey business suit with her favourite pale blue blouse. John seemed to be taking full advantage of showing Marie off to his colleagues.



“This is my bus for tomorrow. Let’s go inside!” John said as they walked near the larger double Decker buses.



Marie followed him onto the bus. It smelt all clean and fresh.



“How about we go out for some food in a bit? You must be bored of all these buses by now?” John suggested.



“Far from it!” Marie grinned as an idea flashed through her mind. She stood a little closer to John and started speaking in a very quiet voice. “Tell you what I’ll cook you whatever food you want but I think you need to finish what you started earlier. Leaving a girl that close could leave to permanent damage. Let’s go upstairs!”



Marie walked away from John slowly to make sure that he was following her. As she climbed the stairs to the top of the bus she knew that he would be watching her long legs. That he would be able to see right up the slit in her skirt to the hold ups at the top of her stockings.



Marie could hear John scurrying up the stairs after her and she smiled briefly before turning around to face the stairs. John stopped on the stairs looking up at Marie towering above him. He wasn’t going to miss out on an opportunity with this sexy and attractive woman.



Marie removed the clasp on her hair letting it drop down around her shoulders. She then undid her grey jacket slowly and gently draped it over a nearby seat. Their eyes remained locked as Marie unbuttoned her thin pale blue blouse. John finished climbing the stairs and helped Marie remove her blouse. She felt in control of this situation. It was one of her all time fantasies and Marie wanted John so much at this moment. Slowly he revealed her beautiful body. Marie was wearing a black lacy bra with red stars embroidered on the cups.



“You look stunning!” John whispered, the smile fading from his face.



John moved in closer and started to kiss at the soft skin of her neck moving slowly across to her ear. John took her earlobe into his mouth and gently flicked his tongue across it, which made Marie start to gently moan.



“Lie down!” Marie said.



“Do you mean on the floor?” John questioned her a little surprised.



“Yes in the aisle” Marie instructed John.



John lay down on the floor obediently.



“Now I’m going to tease you! If you touch me then I’ll stop do you understand?” Marie said with a sudden authority.



John nodded whilst his mind whirred wondering what she had planned for him. Marie stood next to John’s head. She put a foot next to each of his ears then she squatted over his face. Marie wanted him to smell her juices off her panties. She hitched her skirt high up around her waist and slowly manoeuvred so that she was kneeling down. Marie leant forward and unzipped John’s flies to release his penis. It jumped to attention bobbing about now it was free from its confines. Marie smiled knowing she was having such an affect on him. It felt good to Marie to be in such control of a wonderfully sexy young man.



Marie needed to suck John. She needed to feel his dick in her mouth, to feel her lips pressing against his hard shaft. Marie leant further forward taking as much of his dick into her mouth as she could. Encouraged by John’s low groans Marie let her tongue flick wildly around his strong hard shaft. She held him tightly with her soft lips. Marie could hear John’s breath getting heavy as she sucked and licked him.



“If you keep going like that I’m going to be filling your mouth!” John said quietly between breaths.



“We wouldn’t want that now would we?” Marie said releasing his dick from the confines of her mouth. Marie slowly got to her feet and walked towards her bag.



“I didn’t mean for you to go! Don’t leave me like this!” John begged looking up at Marie with bewilderment.



Marie turned flashing John her biggest broadest smile as she turned around.



“Better be safe!” Marie said opening a condom packet.



Marie positioned herself and rolled the condom quickly down his hard shaft.



“Lie down!” John ordered her. “You’re going to stop teasing me you little minx. I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before!”



Marie was somewhat surprised at this authority side of John. It excited her further and she quickly complied by lying down on the floor of the bus. Marie was so energized by the situation that she no longer cared about the state of cleanliness on the bus. John quickly got on top of Marie squealed with delight.



John slid his dick deep into her wet pussy. With each thrust Marie brought her legs up until her knees were up to her chest.



“You’re a flexible little fucker aren’t you?” John said smiling.



“Shut the fuck up you fucker! Make me cum!” Marie groaned.



John moved up a bit until his dick was rubbing her clit. Marie muscles contracted rapidly against his dick. Marie bucked wildly. When the orgasm came it washed over her like a tidal wave. John had the stamina to give her wave after wave of orgasm. John slumped on top of Marie. She hugged him to help support his weight. John was breathing heavily.



“Sorry I’d better get up before I squash you!” John grinned as he got to his feet, quickly removing the condom. He then held his hand out to help Marie up from the floor.



“Such a gentleman.” Marie said getting to her feet.



“Wow well I know I’ll be having some vivid memories tomorrow!” John said grinning back at her.



“Oh yeah? What of?” Marie asked innocently as she rearranged her clothing.



“Of making love to the sexiest woman alive!” John said draping his arms around Marie’s waist pulling her closer. Their lips met. Marie playfully licked John’s lip before letting her tongue explore into his mouth.



“Now I think I remember promising you some food if you think you’re up for it!” Marie said trying to push her luck. She didn’t want the night to end.



“You don’t have to if you don’t want to!”



“Maybe I want to.” Marie said smiling cheekily at John.



“Then I better get you home, although we’d better smarten up before we go back into the depot.”



“Yeah we don’t want to give your colleagues any ammunition now do we?” Marie said with a smile.



They both laughed nervously as they finished altering their clothing, making themselves more respectful. John led Marie quickly out of the depot and into the small staff parking lot.



John joked around calling his small car her chariot and soon Marie was guiding John through the country lanes to her house. She felt safe in his company.



“Are you sure you want me to come in? I could understand if you just wanted to use me and abuse me!” John asked hoping she would disagree with him.



Marie looked over at John who was sticking out his bottom lip and he was making his face look so very sad. Marie started giggling. She put her hands gently onto his ears and leant forward kissing his mouth again.



“Come in. I owe you some food for dropping me off safely after an amazing insight into the world of a bus driver.” Marie insisted.



Marie opened the door to her house. It felt a little odd showing John around her home. He was virtually a stranger but they’d been so incredibly intimate already. Marie felt so at ease with him.



Marie quickly set about making some spaghetti carbonara for her guest. Within ten minutes she was serving two bowls onto her dining room table.



“So she cooks too? Is there anything you can’t do?” John asked mockingly.



“Drive a bus!” Marie quipped without thinking then realising that she had said it at an audible volume she blushed deeply.



“Yeah and where did all that start? I’ve never known a woman so into vehicles.” He questioned curiously.



“I’m an original grease monkey. My dad and brothers always had vehicles in various states of disrepair. It’s in my blood. Don’t laugh at me…it’s an addiction. If I don’t ride a big vehicle twice a day I’m a grumpy so and so!” She replied automatically.



“You mean a bus. Don’t you?” John said gleefully trying to make her cheeks redden again.



“Why? What do you think I meant? Oh you dirty boy!” Marie suddenly realised what John had been implying and playfully tapped his shoulder.



Marie blushed suddenly realising what John had been driving at.



“I bet you have your pick of men. They queue around the block.” John could imagine that lots of men would be queuing up after Marie. She was so bright and vibrant that she would catch anyone’s eye.



“Why? Do you think you could handle the job as there’s a definite vacancy. Although I might have to set up an interview!” Marie said with a glint in her eye.



“I thought I had that down at the depot or is it still on the cards?” John said with a big smile on his face.



“I don’t know if you could handle another round.” Marie moved closer to John.



“I am sure I could go another few rounds if I got the right encouragement!” John put his hands and rested them gently on her waist.



“Well I need a shower after rolling about on the floor. How are you with back scrubbing?” Marie asked.



“Oh I am expert. It’s my speciality. That and long massages.” John moved closer letting his hands move across her back and down to her butt, giving her a taster of things to come.



“Well I’ll put these plates in the dishwasher and then you can show me!” Marie smiled before pulling away from John to go pick up their plates.



“I think they’ll wait but I know I can’t!” John said taking the plates from her and placing them back on the table.



John took Marie’s hand and walked slowly up the stairs. Marie followed guiding him verbally to her bedroom smiling. She couldn’t help watch his buttocks tighten his trousers as he climbed the stairs. Marie undid her skirt and threw it into the wash bin. She kicked off her heels and undid her blouse. Marie walked into her en-suite and turned her shower on her return to the bedroom John was quickly undressing.



“Fancy a shower?” Marie asked. John moved nakedly towards Marie and started kissing her soft lips wrapping his arms around her waist. His hands moved up to her bra and undid the hooks gently manoeuvring the straps down and letting the bra drop to the floor. John cupped her breasts as he bent to kiss Marie’s neck.



“Come into the shower with me I want to lather you up!” Marie insisted attempting to step back away from John.



John lunged at Marie but she moved too quickly shrieking with delight at the thought that he needed her so much. He soon caught up with her, put his hands on her hips and spun her around to face him. Marie was laughing but John liked the glint in her eye. Soon they were kissing again. John’s dick was growing now and pushed longingly at Marie. He so wanted to be pushing inside her eager pussy but her legs were firmly tight together.



Marie moved away again and quickly got into the bath tub and stood under the water. John didn’t have time to watch the water cascade over her naked body as he joined her under the water continuing to kiss her. Marie moved her hand to John’s erect penis and began stroking it firmly.



“Do you want to fuck me? Or should I suck you?” Marie whispered into his ear.



“Turn around!” John found himself saying very sternly “I need to fuck you now!”



Marie giggled at the effect she was having on John and eagerly turned around. Within seconds he was using his hands to part her buttocks and thrust his hard eager dick deep into her pussy. He looked down to see Marie holding onto the bath tub. John moved his hands from her buttocks to cupping her breasts as he pounded in and out of her hot eager cunt.



Marie started to moan she was clearly enjoying this as much as John was. He moved one of his hands back to her arse and started to use the thumb to rub into her tight arse hole. This excited Marie even more and she started swearing words he wouldn’t have imagined her saying.



“Fuck my cunt! Leave my fucking arse alone! Please! Fuck my cunt!” Marie found herself saying.



“Do you want me to fuck your arsehole…it’s so tight would love to open you up with my dick!” John asked.



“You’re so big you’d hurt me in there. I’ve never been fucked in the arse before!” Marie said between gasps. He was touching her tight arse hole in a way no one had ever done and now she was caught as the sensations were split from her arse to her pussy and it really excited her. Would he really put his dick up her arse? Would it fit?

“Her bum was freely offered, straining towards his hand, his belt and his cock.



She was aching for it, for something, anything as long as she got it now!



He had her totally in his command and they both reveled in it.



Aroused was too small of a word.”




We had been talking on the net for a while. Kidding around at first and enjoying each others sense of humor. He had his life and I had mine but every now and then we met up and talked. I was attracted to him from the beginning, or maybe I should say that I was attracted to his mind more then him since I had no idea what he looked like at the time. He, however, had seen images of me on my kinky internet-profile so he had a good idea what I looked like. From what he had told me, he appreciated my looks, especially my ass.



After a few months, some serious teasing and lots of laughter on my side of the computer at least, we finally got something started. And what a start! Even if cybersex almost never got me excited anymore I was sure getting aroused and excited by his words. I was surprised over the impact this man had on me but I accepted it and thought to myself that I was going to go with it and see what happened.



“He grabbed the back of my head and wrapped some of my hair tightly around his hand. I felt my body go limp underneath his touch and at the same time, my mind narrowed down and focused on the one thing in my life that was important right now. Him.



Pushing my head down in his lap and exposing my neck, he leaned forward and traced my skin with his tongue. I could not help but shiver and moan. His nostrils flared as he inhaled my musky scent, taking deep breaths so he could really enjoy the smell of my wet needy cunt. And wet it was. I could feel it slowly wetting my thighs and I marveled in how fast I responded to him.



Fingers danced over my skin on my bare back and I immersed myself in the feeling. Tickling, stroking, demanding my body to respond to his touch. I got goosebumps all over my arms and he smirked at me, seeming very happy about the results.



He was just getting started.




In response I rubbed my nose against his hardness to tease and to please. I wanted him badly and I showed him that by paying a great deal of attention to his cock. His tongue swiped up from my neck to my ear, teeth closing on my earlobe to give it a quick tug. Then his voice growling:



-”Suck him, babygirl.”



Yes, please, yes! I thought and licked my lips in anticipation.



I wanted to please him so much, I wanted to make this so so good. The tip of my tongue landed gently on the head of his cock, I could already taste him since there was enough of precum to make for really good lubrication. I love the taste of cum, I love cum period! Anywhere, everywhere and right now I wanted it in my mouth!



His cock stood at full attention now and as I was swirling my tongue around the head I made sure that I licked the sensitive ridge a few times. He was groaning at this point and I was making noises of pleasure too. How could I not since this was something I had been waiting for so long and now, finally, I was permitted to have his cock in my warm, wet and very needy mouth!




I let my mouth descend on him, as far as I could and his grip on my hair hardened. I slowly bobbed up and down on his cock, making sure that I wrapped my tongue around the ridge every time I went up. I didn’t want this to be over quickly, I actually prefer to give blow jobs that lasts for 30 min to an hour! It’s so fascinating the way a mans cock responds to my tongue, my touch and my breath. I could do it for hours.



His other hand was slipping down my back and into the back of my panties, caressing my ass, his fingers playing lightly over my tight hole for a minute then delved into my very wet softness. Only to be back up again, his fingers now lubricated, and he roughly pushed in two of his fingers. I was surprised and let out a small shriek but I didn’t fight it. I wanted him badly in any of my holes and I pushed my butt against his fingers to show him my appreciation.



During his attention to my tightest hole I’d lost my concentration and was too busy wiggling my ass at him to really focus on his cock. That earned me a hard tug on my hair and then I was pushed so far down on his cock that I had to really pay attention or I would be gagging and be out of breath pretty soon. So while I tried the best that I could to suck him dry, he was fingerfucking my ass and controlling my bobbing head at the same time.



He was rough, walking the fine edge between pain and pleasure but it showed me exactly who was in control. I let one of my corner teeth scrape lightly down his cock and he groaned louder this time. Telling me what a good slut I was for him. How good I sucked his cock and all the nasty things he wanted to do with that tight hole his fingers was invading.



As he added a third finger I felt my clit starting to spasm lightly. Something was coiling right underneath it and I doubled my efforts to please him with my mouth. I got frantic, determined to have his warm seed pulsing down my throat any minute now and I was pushing myself onto his fingers as hard as I could within my ability to move. I was all about coming. Pleasing. Submitting.



I didn’t care about anything else.




He stroked his thumb on the skin between my cunt and ass, actually more rubbed it just on the outside of my vagina and up towards his fingers pumping my ass. I couldn’t take it anymore and I bucked and moaned and begged him (somewhat garbled since I had his big hard cock still deep in my mouth) to please let me come for him!



Smirking yet again he asked me if I needed something and told me that I shouldn’t talk with my mouth full. He let me up for air and I cried out as fast as I could:



-”Please Sir, please let me come…. I can’t… I’m com…please!!!”



-”Come for me babygirl!” He growled and pushed my face down on his cock while keeping his fingers working in and around my backhole I exploded. I swear I did, I felt myself shatter around his fingers and my bucking became even more frantic. I screamed around his cock and then I felt it starting to throb.



A second later his cum filled my throat. I swallowed greedily and forced myself to take him as deep as possible. Still convulsing from my orgasm and from his fingers still working me



I started to come down to earth. His death-grip on my hair loosened and I was able to take the last spurts of him on my tongue so I could really taste him. Slowly he withdrew his fingers and cleaned himself on a towel that was just beside him. He pulled me up and put me in his lap. I sighed contentedly and snuggled as close as I could. My ass burned and I squirmed a bit but I was happy that i felt where he had been. I’ve never enjoyed being treated like I was made of glass. “




Yes…that had been a very fun and very exciting session even if it was textualized. A written sex scene where the both of us participated. I knew that he was a lot older then me and I’ve never before been that interested in older guys. Not this much older at least but for him I would definitely make an exception. Later on I did get to see a picture of him and he was definitely attractive. Like a white version of James Earl Jones. I was wondering if he had the same type of voice too, deep, seductive, commanding…



….



As luck had it, we were living in the same big city. Too big for us to walk into each other by chance and we lived at opposite sides of the town. Even though we had been talking a lot lately, none of us had mentioned anything about meeting up in real life. we were fine as we were and the needs we had were sated by each other. As far as I knew at least.



Although he kept mentioning that he didn’t like to share I was sure that he had other girls he paid attention to and played with. I kept myself to playing with only him though because I liked to be with one at the time. And I liked to please him. This however made me a bit frustrated since we didn’t chat that very often and my need was growing. For me, there was just no point in selfpleassuring. It was nice but always left me feeling empty and like I was missing out on something good. So I waited patiently.



One day, my best friend and me were going to a part in the city we never been to before, I was going to a job interview and she was going with me for moral support. We entered a big office and talked with the receptionist. She asked us to sit down and wait for Mr Davies who would be out shortly to interview me.



As we waited in the sitting area my eyes wandered around and I glanced into the offices. A familiar face was looking in my direction with an intensity that made me forget to breathe. At first I didn’t recognize him but after a few seconds it all clicked in my head. It was HIM! My “net-playpartner”! Oh my God what would I do? What would he do? Would he come out and say hello? Was it him that would interview me? Why was I sopping wet between my legs all of a sudden???



As he stared at me and probably saw all my thoughts flashing across my face, he smirked, let his lips twist in a close-to-evil grin. Predatory. His gaze burned and I was the first to look away because it was getting very discomforting to meet his eyes. My friend didn’t notice anything as she was busy flipping through some magazine. I glanced towards his room to see if I could sneak another peak before I faced the Spanish inquisition. He was leaving his room and walked straight towards me, a glimmer in his eyes and a pleasant smile on his lips.



-”Ms Pine I presume?



-”Umm, yes, yes that’s me!” I choked out.



-”Good, if you would follow me, please?” He made it sound like a command rather then a question.



-”It’s going to be fine!” My friend whispered, -”I’m rooting for you!”



I thought that we were headed to his office but he continued further down the hall to a small corner office that had no windows towards the hall to look through. He gestured that I was to enter the office so I did and once inside his hands was suddenly on my shoulders and his breath was warm and hot against my ear.



-”So… you found your way here hmmmm? What did you do, Google me? Applied to the job just so you could come here and distract me?”



-”No…no Sir.” I swallowed nervously and tried to explain that I really needed this job since I couldn’t make a living out of my hobby anymore. And I was really sad about that and please Sir if you just let me go I’ll get out of here and forget all about it….



-”Hush now.” He said



-”So, a chance encounter. A stroke of luck perhaps. And you’re in need of a job you say… Hmmmm.” He grabbed my hair lightly to tilt my head back so he could look me in the face. Raising an eyebrow he waited for me to answer.



-”Yes Sir!” I croaked, my throat all dry of a sudden.



How come this man, this 20+ year older then me MAN could bring such a response from my body?



I’ve met Dominants of all kinds before but never, NEVER had anyone had such a self confident aura around him. Never had anyone been so comfortable with himself and his surroundings and never had anyone focused all that confident energy on me. Yes, he also exuded arrogance and a feeling of looking down on me, something like disdain but not quite. That though came and went however and I ignored it for now.



I always thought that this was such a cliche but I truly felt like I was prey at this point. He smiled down at me and tugged my hair. To my astonishment his nostrils flared as he recognized the smell that was invading his nose all of a sudden. He grinned and murmured:



-”Well, that answers that question. This might be fun….”



Huh? What question? What did he sme…. Oh…right. Was it really that obvious of a smell when I got wet? I hadn’t showered today since I did it last night and from what I could tell without sticking my hands down my panties, they were soaked. So apparently, yes, I was exuding a very alluring smell to him and any others that might come here at anytime. I glanced around feeling a bit embarrassed.



He snorted softly and let go of my hair.



I was so fascinated with this man and even if we hadn’t met face to face before I felt like I could trust him not to harm me. Hurt me, oh-my-fucking-god-yes (and possibly in ways I couldn’t even imagine at this point) but not harm me. It occurred to me then that he hadn’t really closed the door, it was slightly ajar and I looked at him questioningly. He just smirked and took a step into my personal space.



I was still having my coat on since it was cold outside and underneath it I had a dress that showed a lot of cleavage and a good part of my stocking encased legs. I enjoyed dressing like that, all feminine. Sensual. He was dressed in a crisp suit, perfectly fitted and he was looking very comfortable in it. Just how I liked it.



-”Take of your coat.” His eyes was burning holes into mine again and I glanced away in sheer desperation. How could I meet his gaze when it told me so much about what he wanted to do to me? His fingers catched my jaw and brought my eyes back to him



-”I want your eyes on me, girl.” He growled.



-”When I want it somewhere else I’ll tell you or show you. Now… Take. Off. Your. Coat.”



His left hand glided upwards on my body from my arm to my shoulder, to my hair and he grabbed it firmly. Not tugging, just holding it. I swallowed noisily and as I started to undress I pondered over the differences to experience something like this in real life vs on the net. This was far more poignant. This was scary as hell but also very exciting. Adrenaline rushed through my system making my body go on high-alert.



My mind though had been short-circuited the moment he stood in front of me telling me to follow him. I couldn’t think of anything but here and now and him and all that we had chatted about, what I had written to him about me, about my needs and desires.



Others in the building? Door not closed? The risk of having my friend walk in and find us? The risk of having anyone of his co-workers barging in and demand to know what was going on? I didn’t care.



“-Put the coat on the chair by the door and then put your arms to your sides babygirl.”



Obediently I did what he ordered and then I stood there waiting. He studied me, let his gaze wander down my body to see what I looked like. He tugged on my hair making me realize that he wanted me to turn around a bit.



-”Oh yes, that fine ass of yours. It looks much better in real life then on your pictures.”



His right hand was now caressing the top of my butt through my dress



-”Thank you Sir.” I whispered, still looking into his eyes even if he was currently looking at my sizable ass. He turned me around so my back was pressed against his front. A very hard erection was pushed against my butt and his hands were now moving to my front.



-”Let’s see if you’re as responsive as you told me you were, girl. Put your hands on my hips and don’t let go until I tell you to!” As I did just that, he freed my breasts from my bra and my dress making them stand out more and almost look enormous from my point of view. My breath got caught in my throat as his hands slid across my skin and settled underneath my tits. His thumbs were stroking my sides and as I watched, my nipples hardened just from that.



He chuckled and close his thumbs and forefingers around each nipple and tugged them. Then tugged a bit harder. I moaned and arched into him. My nipples weren’t that sensitive but I loved having them played with. My fingers was digging in to his hips, it was all I could do to not let them wander to his front and grab onto something more tempting.



There was sound coming from outside the room and I stiffened, trying to pull away but he held me against his body in a steel grip.



-”Nope, you’re not going anywhere my little babygirl. You walked into the dragons den and now this evil dragon wants to have a little fun with his princess.”



Oh dear god, was it possible to orgasm just from hearing a mans voice? There was some serious clenching going on between my legs, not on an orgasmic scale yet but close. I wanted him. Now!



The sounds outside the office subsided but I could still hear voices out there, someone wondered where the boss had gone and grumbled about wanting to talk to him. I figured that the boss was otherwise engaged since he had his hands playing with my nipples and his rock hard shaft rubbing against my very willing butt.



His lips grazed my neck and he kissed and nibbled his way down from under my ear to my collarbone. His hands were twisting my nipples in a painful way now but in my excitement I was only wound up more and more. I did love pain with the pleasure which he already knew from our chats.



Finally after one last twist he moved his hands from my breasts and turned us around so we were facing a desk.



-”Bend over babygirl.” He growled and one of his hands applied pressure on my back.



The coolness of the desk against my hot and tortured nipples made me gasp. His hands were now caressing my butt and he folded up the back of my dress so that he could see my exposed ass.



-”Stockings, he grumbled, I hate stockings.” A quick tug and a loud rip and then my stockings was in shreds at my feet.



-”Much better, don’t you agree babygirl?”



I could only moan at this point. I felt my thighs being all sticky from my arousal and I would have to throw away the panties because there was no way in hell I could save them by a mere washing. Then again, I wouldn’t be surprised if…



“RIIIIP”



Yep…he tore away my panties too. There I was, panting, bent over a desk in someones office, in front of a man I only knew from text right until a moment ago and I felt like a bitch in heat.



-”Please Sir….please.” I managed.



-”Please what baby? Tell me what you want.”



I couldn’t get it past my lips. I tried but to my embarrassment I couldn’t make myself utter the words that would have him pounding his hard cock inside me in an instant. I moaned with frustration and he chuckled evilly.



-”So the princess needs a bit of fire then, hmm? Well I’ll be glad to help.”



His buckle made soft clinking sounds as he removed his leather belt.



-”In fact…stand up and walk to the other side of the table. So if someone comes in they’ll see your flushed face first.”



I did as he asked, not really steady on my legs anymore so I had to grab hold of the desk as I moved around it. Again I bent over and I found myself angling my butt up so he had better access to it. I went up on my toes and I waited for him to give me what he wanted. What I needed.



He grabbed my asscheeks forcefully and parted them so that my hole was exposed and a bit open. I could feel air rush inside and it made me shiver and unconsciously I clenched against the sudden intrusion.



-”Yes… I love that. I love to see that tight little bud so eagerly await what I’m going to give it. You know that, my little slut, right? I love to lick it, fuck it and use it as I wish. But right now…” He let go of my ass and gave me a hard slap on one of my cheeks.



-”Right now I’m going to let you taste my fire and make you all hot and scorched.”



He smiled.



-”Tired of the dragon analogy yet baby? Wait until after this…”



I just moaned and shook my head. Whatever he wanted to talk about he could. I was too wrapped up in my bodys response to his hands and his presence to care. Afterward I might think that his talking was on the cheesier side of things but what the hell, give the man a break. He was already multitasking and it had to be hard to come up with witty remarks at the same time. If he was anything near my state or arousal then I was surprised he could do more then just grunt.



As the first strike from his belt landed on my butt I started to breath deeply, letting the pain sink into my body and become one with it. He started lightly but the licks became harder and harder and I was sure that someone would hear the slaps as they became louder and louder. I was positioned so that my clit was rubbing against the hard edge of the desk every time I jerked from a particularly

How it started I am not even sure. All I know is I found my way over to the married couple I was serving as a cleanup boy. I would get the call once a week, my part of the deal was to get there right away and fulfill my end of the agreement… That agreement was little more than doing what I was told.



As I pulled in their drive I would know what to expect, I would know what waited for me inside the front room. The door would be open and waiting for me.



When I entered the house I was to strip naked and go into the front living area of the house. the windows would be open, the sun shining in, and the couple would be waiting for me nude.. on the couch.



Talking wasn’t allowed for me, I was to kneel between my Mistresses legs, and press my nose and lips to her spread red lips. . Her husband next to her his flaccid cock waiting for the touch of my hand.



Lena, my Mistress spoke…”You were late pet, do you want to be replaced?” I waited for orders, she didn’t want a reply in words. “Why don’t you rub your face against me for my enjoyment ” Her warm mound was swollen and warm, I could feel the heat off of it before my mouth touched it … As we came together she rocked her hips some, and as my lips and nose rubbed in hers slit I could tell she had already been filled with cum today, and probably not long before I got there.



“Hows that pet? did you get what you came for? my nose and face was slowly being coated with cum, a mix of both hers, and her husbands.. As my face slid up and down even the inside of my nostrils were being coated with that slick syrup.. which thickens and dries sticky and musty on my skin.



She reached down and put my hand on her Husbands cock. It was soft spongy, it had that dried cum feeling that only happens after your cock slowly shrinks while coated with a pussies heavy juices…his cock was warm and flexible, bending under its own weight as I handled it. Lena leaned back and rocked her hips, she didn’t even tell me why, or what to do. I found out on past trips, I found out not to ask, or waste time, she wanted her asshole licked. I moved my tongue broadly around the hole she made a small moan, for herself, not for my sake. As I worked around that small hole I could smell that odor that never really can be washed away, that and the sweaty aroma left over from their previous coupling.



Slowly working to the center I found my tongue mainly on the clenched knot of her asshole, Working it alternately with my tongue and lips it began to loosen and relax.. “Get it in there” Lena said sharply .. “And keep your hand working that cock ” I began to notice his cock hardening in my hand as I my tongue began to edge deeper in her asshole, eventually my tongue was stiff deep in her ass, nearly as stiff as the cock in my hand.



My tongue wriggling in her ass, cum from her pussy running down my nose and lip, I was buried in her for the most part. Lena’s Husband now rock hard leaned over and began to run his lips around her nipple teasing it, when I couldn’t see his mouth on it I could tell when he changed his grip on her, as her asshole would clamp on my tongue trying to pull it from my mouth.



Needless to say my cock ached and flexed, and I am sure was dripping from the situation I was in, but no satisfaction was ever involved, nothing more than a painful lack of sexual contact to my genitals was the norm…My payoff was simply masturbating later at home furiously over the treatments I was instructed to give.



“Prep us pet, I am wanting more inside” So I did what I had learned to do.. she wanted her pussy sopping wet top to bottom, and she didn’t like a dry cock either ….Her body was making cum from the second I would arrive so that wasn’t much work.. But Hubbys cock was hard and dry. I really didn’t come for the penis in my mouth, its the price I paid to taste her. I did what was expected running my mouth up and down the shaft, the thick veins along the bottom rippling against my lips. Time to get it over with, I would take the tip of his cock in my mouth.. The cum obvious but not strong. I slid his cock deep in my mouth soaking it, he didn’t expect any long time consuming blow job, I was just there to soak his cock quick and put it in her. After a few noisy slides down his cock Lena said “That sounds wet enough, stick it in me pet” I slid over as her husband stepped between her legs, I lined it up and held it on target as he waded into that sopping wet hole.



While Lena takes her husbands cock my job is simple.. No juices touch the couch, So in between licking the steady flow of cum my face is close to the action, that strong smell of sex in the air ..either you love it,or you don’t ..in my situation you have to ache for it. As he pummels her the sounds are delicious, she foams and sprays off moisture like a humid musky breath hanging around their repeating collision.. My tongue flicking in to get some cream, his hips hitting me as I dart in and out.. Occasionally I steal a lick down his shaft as he pulls out, and hammers back home.



As they grow close to a finish I wonder how it will end… for me.



Just as the thought crosses my mind the cum crosses the length of his cock and explodes into her.. he groans ramming home deep and slow..each time he withdraws thick strings of cum slip down my Mistresses asshole.. which I lick with a fervor. He pulls out and steps back.. “In your mouth!” comes the order from Lena. I take the knob of his cock …pry it into mouth and in two long strokes a new mess coats the inside of my cheeks. “Now clean Momma : says Lena.



The back of my head is pushed into her wrecked hole, my face seems to slide everywhere, seems able to go in her. I dig and suck the mess ..the never ending mess.. and as I finish the job her hubby rubs his drooling cock on my aching balls.



“Get your clothes, don’t be so late next time ” Lena says .. her husband is still laughing as I walk to my car …Simply wondering How did I get here?

This story’s a sequel to Copenhagen Couple and Meetings with Mark. It’s not necessary to read those stories first, but some things will make better sense if you do.



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At the age of 20 and after my first experiences with male sex I acknowledged to myself that I was bisexual. But I wasn’t going to be open about the fact that I liked to be with men. Sadly, bisexual men are often despised by both gay and straight guys, and even by some women. However in the beginning the main reason for being in the closet was that I was both shy and inexperienced and certainly not ready to go on the prowl openly. Also male sex took more trust than fucking a female, because I wanted to receive as well as give. Thus I had problems figuring out how to meet guys and hook up for sex.



I didn’t want to hit on other students, mainly because college was my best source for fucking girls, so I feared to be labeled as gay. Nor did I at first dare go to the gay bars that I knew existed in Copenhagen. And I was even more wary about pick up spots like public toilets, seedy cinemas, Ørstedsparken, and other areas rumored to be meeting places for homos. But Copenhagen was (and still is) a relaxed city concerning sexual orientation, and there’re also bars where both straight and gay people can go. So I gradually got used to flirting with both girls and guys, but nothing else happened.



Finally I worked up my courage to visit a gay bar/club, telling myself that I would just look and flirt. My vanity was gratified by the number of men who hit on me, as I stood by the bar clutching my beer. I indulged in some dancing and mutual groping, but avoided going any further. Perhaps due to the fact that my first experiences with male sex had been outstanding, I’d gotten rather picky, but in any case I wasn’t really tempted. Maybe because most of the men who approached me, were a lot older, and the young guys I looked at mostly ignored me.



In the end I just stood morosely at the bar, trying to figure out why I was out of luck. Gradually, I became aware that one of the bartenders was having a discussion with an older guy, in between serving customers. I managed to join the conversation which centered on how to find good fitness centers. The guy at the bar certainly looked as if he worked out regularly, even if he was slim and toned rather than bulky. He was tanned, with short, dark-and-grey hair, a handsome profile and a firm mouth. His smile and the expression in his cool grey-blue eyes sent small tinkles up and down my spine.



In spite of him being double my age and my worry about being picked up in a gay bar, I still flirted a tiny bit and expected him to hit on me. But much to my surprise and chagrin he did no such thing, even if he certainly checked me out more than once. On the other hand he stayed next to me and we kept talking, as much as was possible over the noise. Yet when the bar closed, I had to go home alone and make do with a dildo and my very vivid memories of Mark and Michael. While trying to ignore and argue with the inner voice of my insecurity mocking me.



“Maybe he’s not into younger guys, or he’s in a relationship, or he might not even be gay.” My nasty friend told me that he more likely didn’t find me attractive, and I probably wasn’t as irresistible as I thought. Maybe I should have been more explicit in my flirting, but somehow I had the feeling that it wouldn’t have helped, and I’m usually quite good at reading these signals. Oh well, time to stop worrying about it, I told myself, but it was annoyingly difficult to desist thinking about those appraising grey-blue orbs and classical profile.



A couple of days later, I was at the gym where I worked out thrice a week, and as I was setting up one of the machines, someone spoke to me from behind. I turned around and almost gasped as I looked into a familiar pair of coolly amused eyes. My gut clenched and I was rendered speechless as I tried to conceal my surprise and excitement at seeing the handsome man from the bar. He seemed oblivious and just asked for my help in setting up the machine opposite mine, and I did my best. Even if I kept being distracted by his presence and alternately flushing hotly and shivering with a nervous chill when we touched accidentally.



My mouth was completely dry by the time he thanked me for my help. I returned to my own machine and began going through my set of exercises. I tried to avoid looking at him, but I couldn’t help stealing glances. His fit body was well displayed in some expensive but very tasteful gym clothes that hugged his torso, arms and legs in flattering ways. Luckily my own clothes were baggy, because my dick started to get hard whenever I’d ogled him for too long. He ignored me completely, but I still had the feeling that he was perfectly aware of my interest. Finally, my torture was over and I made my way out of the room to get some water from the cooler in the corridor.



As I finished my second cup, I felt a presence behind me and the hairs on my neck rose. “You were quite right, this is a very nice place to train. I think I’ll consider getting a membership.” The words were accompanied by a firm hand travelling from my shoulder down to my ass, which received a quick squeeze on one cheek. I turned my head in shock and his sly grin made it clear that he knew very well who I was and where he’d met me. His voice was like dark velvet against my neck: “So tell me, how’s the café across the street? Is it worth going there for a meal afterwards?”



I managed to mumble “Ehm yeah, I often have a bit to eat there, if I don’t feel like cooking a meal later.” He nodded and went back to the gym after having a drink of water. I’d almost finished my own training, and I decided to skip the rest. There was no way I could concentrate with my dick throbbing against my stomach and demanding that I get this man’s attention. After a cold rinse and then a long hot shower I got dressed and went across the street. I bought some food and a Carlsberg and sat down at a table which was in a convenient corner where I could see the entrance. I tried to read my book, but was distracted every time the café door opened.



Finally, my handsome acquaintance arrived, and I immediately buried my face in the book, trying to pretend that I was completely engrossed. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed how he let his gaze roam casually around the café as he waited in the queue. Seemingly quite by chance he walked in my direction with his tray and when he got close, I looked up. “Do you mind if I sit here?” His voice was calm, relaxed and made the butterflies in my gut go crazy. I just shook my head and he sat down. When he’d finished eating, he leaned back, surveyed our surroundings and (like I had) concluded no one could overhear us.



While he’d been ignoring me, I had tried to act unconcerned and relaxed, finishing the last of my beer and keeping my eyes to myself. But the moment his gaze returned to me and he caught my eyes and smiled, I felt hot, slightly woozy and incapable of hiding my interest. I admired his control of the situation, when he introduced himself and started a conversation with a natural poise and casualness. His name was Erik and he worked in the advertising and modelling business. Within a short time he’d extracted my name, what I did and other general information.



“Have you ever considered making money to supplement your study grant by working as a model, Anders? You’re slim and fit, with almost perfect body proportions. Combined with your classically handsome face, blue eyes and cute blond curls, you’re sure to be a hit.” Before I had time to utter more than a bashful mumble, Erik leaned forward, gave me his killer smile and continued in a lower voice: “But as you’ve probably guessed, I’m also interested in your body for another reason. How do you feel about that, Anders?” At the same time his hand landed on my thigh and rubbed it gently, hidden below the table.



As always in such moments I lost my ability to utter a single word, and I flushed bright red and stared at the beer glass in front of me. After a couple of deep breaths I forced myself to look up at Erik and whisper: “Sounds good, ’cause I feel the same way.” He nodded with a pleased expression and asked whether I was busy that night. When I shook my head, he discreetly placed a card on the table next to my tray.



“Come to this address at 8 o’clock tonight and let’s continue our discussion then.” With those words he got up, took his tray to the proper counter and left, still completely calm and nonchalant as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. I, on the other hand, had to stay put for a while, before I felt collected enough to leave the café. And I was still shaken and slightly frightened from the encounter, and I kept speculating about what I had gotten into. But it never crossed my mind not to go.



I made sure to prepare myself including a long, thorough shower and spending time to select some clothes that was neither too sexy nor too nice and bland. I finally decided to wear tight jeans over very small bikini briefs, and a deep blue shirt with a soft leather waistcoat on top. I took a bus and walked the last part, rather than use my bike, just in case. A few minutes after 8 pm I range the bell on the door phone to Erik’s apartment as indicated by his card. He let me in and I walked up the stairs to his fifth floor apartment at the top of the building.



As I arrived at his door, which was slightly open, I stood outside it for a few seconds, gathering my courage. Then I entered and closed the door behind me, hearing the lock engage. Erik came out of a door further along the corridor and walked towards me with a smile on his face. “Hi there, Anders. Good to see you. What would you like to drink?” He had a glass of red wine in his hand, so I told him that wine would be fine for me too. I took off my coat and shoes and left them by the door, before I followed Erik to his living room. There was low music, and the dimmed lights contributed to a relaxed atmosphere.



I sat down at one end of his couch and when Erik had poured me a glass of wine, he sat down at the other end. While we drank the very nice red wine, he calmly enquired about my experiences with and preferences about male sex. He accepted my declaration of being bisexual without questioning it and seemed pleased that I’d already had male sex several times. He nodded when I told him that I liked sucking cock but not getting cum in my mouth. At his gentle prodding, I admitted that I enjoyed anal sex, both giving and receiving, and with a blush confirmed that I’d prepared for this activity.



His reply confused me: “I very rarely bottom, Anders. But in any case I have the feeling that what you need right now is a good top.” I just looked at him and my lack of understanding must have been evident, because he explained. “In gay sex the bottom is the receiving guy, the one to be fucked. But it can also mean the submissive partner in a relationship. A top is the one who penetrates, the dominant male in charge of providing pleasure if you like.” His smile was full of promise, as he inched closer, and I felt a shiver of anticipation run down my spine.



I was unable to move or speak; he reached out and took the wine glass from my shaking hand and placed it on the table. His fingers ran up my arm and tangled in my blond curls, as he leant closer and whispered in my ear. “I can assure you that I’m a very experienced and attentive top, Anders.” A million butterflies seemed to take off in my gut and I bit my lip to avoid moaning. Erik took hold of my chin and made me look at him, his grey-blue eyes were kind but determined.



“I’m very eager to take you to bed and enjoy that sexy body, so this is your last chance to back out, min dreng.” Oh yeah, I wanted to be his boy, to submit to Erik. I answered the only way I could — by leaning forward to kiss him. Before I knew it, his hand held the back of my neck in a firm grip and the other pulled me into him, as he possessed my lips. I’d never been kissed like that. It felt wonderful to have my mouth ravished. Erik was exactly as brilliant at making out, as I’d hoped.



Small, lusty sounds escaped our mouths, while our lips and tongues chased each other. My hands caressed his neck and shoulders, and the hard muscles under my fingers made me want to get him naked. Erik withdrew after a final deep kiss, stood up and took my hand. He pulled me up and even though he was just a bit taller than me, his personality and attitude made me feel small and submissive. Eric led me into his bedroom across the corridor. As expected there was a king size bed, and on the bed side table he had everything ready: lube, condoms, paper towels and even some wet wipes.



However, my eyes were caught by the large mirrors placed on the wall along one side of the bed as well as on the ceiling above. When Erik saw me staring at them, he smirked: “Do you mind? I can cover them up if you’re shy.” I shook my head, because even if it was a bit kinky, the idea also turned me on. He kissed me with a satisfied expression and then his hands and mouth started exploring my body. While he unbuttoned my shirt and slowly removed it together with the waistcoat, Erik tickled my ear with the tip of his tongue, traced the edge of my jaw, and nibbled on my neck, before returning to kiss me hard.



I shivered with excitement, as his mouth moved downwards to play with my nipples and his hands caressed my shoulders, arms, back, before working their way across my stomach. As he reached my jeans and undid the top button, I moaned with relief and anticipation. My dick longed to be released from its confinement, having been uncomfortably trapped in my tight trousers for too long. Erik made a small contented sound, when he’d removed my jeans, underwear and socks. “Ahh, you’re even more delicious than I hoped.”



His experienced hands with the slender but strong fingers travelled up and down my thighs, fondled my ass, tickled my balls and my erect manhood, until I was ready to scream with need. Finally, Erik pushed me towards his bed and made me lie down on my back. He sat down next to me, and his strong hands gently pushed my legs apart, to expose my most private place. “Such a sweet ass, I wanted it the moment I laid eyes on you, Anders.” I blushed, but there was no denying that his hot gaze made my hole tinkle in anticipation.



However, I also recognized a chance to find out why he hadn’t picked me up at the bar. “Ehm Erik, if you liked me, why didn’t you take me home that night?” As soon as the words left my mouth, I wanted to roll over and hide my embarrassed face in the pillow. Dammit I’d more or less admitted that I would have gone with him just like that. Even if I’d never done gay one night stands before and would have denied being such an easy catch. But Erik just gave me his calm smile.



“I’m very particular with who I take to bed, Anders. I wanted to see if you’d let anyone else pick you up when I refused to take you up on your flirting. I was actually rather amused, but also impressed when you didn’t react to the other men who were eager to get into your pants. I realized that it was partly because you’re shy and inexperienced, but it was still your choice to ignore the possibilities and go home alone.” His fingers played with the blond curls around my dick, as he spoke, and gradually descended to my butt crack. When he tickled my sensitive pucker, I let out a small lustful sound and pulled my legs up a bit more.



His smirk made me cringe, but I still craved his touch and the fact that he obviously desired me was a potent aphrodisiac. “I like that you’re so needy, Anders, but still have enough pride and respect for your own body not to waste it on just anyone. Makes me feel lucky that you are here in my bed, letting me touch you, explore you, taste you.” With that he bent over and ran his tongue up the shaft of my manhood and licked the head. As he peeled my foreskin back with his lips and teased my wet glans with his tongue, the tip of his finger pushed against my asshole, making me gasp.



There was no penetration, just the firm pressure of his finger telling me what was in store for me, and I wanted it so badly. When Erik withdrew and stood up, I had to bite my lip to avoid whimpering with disappointment. As I lay there, exposed and eager in my mirror exhibited nakedness, Erik slowly undressed. His eyes never left my body, and I blushed again with a mixture of delighted gratitude and shyness at his undisguised desire. I kept looking at him too; I was impatient to see him naked and especially the size of his cock.



My worry about whether he’d be too well endowed for my still fairly inexperienced ass, was dispelled, when he finally dropped his sexy black silk boxers. His manhood seemed slightly smaller than mine, even if he was not exactly below average. But I didn’t worry so much about length, as circumference was the main factor. Here he looked similar to me, so I knew I could take him. An added bonus was that his groin was shaved all over, except for a patch of dark hair just above his cock. Together with his toned body and manly face, this made him look very sexy.



Erik got into bed next to me, leant down to kiss me and rolled on top of me, before I had time to do anything. Though he only kissed me gently on my lips, my face and neck while petting my hair, I was very much aware of his hard body pressing against mine, pinning me to the mattress and showing me who was in charge. After a while he moved, so we were both on our sides facing each other, and we spent a long time just touching and kissing. Of course I was impatient to get to the next stage, but he refused to hurry and prevented me from going down on him.



Finally, when I was getting desperate, Erik made me turn around and get on top of him for a sixty-nine. I was in heaven, when he swallowed my aching dick and gave me the opportunity to bury my face in his lap. Kissing and licking his naked balls and the smooth taint before I moved up to his cock was utterly exciting — and for Erik too it seemed. He expressed his appreciation of my enthusiastic sucking of his cock with sounds and words, whenever he took a pause from his skilled manipulation of my manhood. Those breaks happened each time he had me on the brink of coming, and the teasing was driving me crazy.



When I was shaking with the need to cum and tried to fuck his mouth, Erik pushed me away and sat up. He grabbed the lube and I immediately got in position in front of him. As I spread my legs and even reached behind me to pull my buttocks apart, he chuckled. “Eager, are we? Don’t worry, Anders, you’ll get fucked … eventually.” His head was suddenly right next to my butt and I felt his hot breath on my exposed star. My face was buried in a pillow and I whimpered into the soft satin, as I waited for his next move. Would he …?



My question was answered when something warm and wet touched my hole, and I thought I’d faint from excitement. Erik licked and prodded at my tight entrance until it yielded to him, and before long he had me writhing and moaning, not even caring that he’d reduced me to a puddle of wanton goo. I begged him to stroke my dick, and when he refused, I tried to take care of myself. “Oh, no you don’t,” he slapped my hand away, as it left the sheets that I was clutching on either side of my head and headed towards my crotch. “You’ll come when I let you and not one minute before.”



I wanted to object, and my pride told me to get some control back. But before I could do more than take a deep breath and push my hands against the mattress to get up, I felt a slick finger slide into my ass. All other matters were forgotten, as Erik prepared me to be taken. I thought I’d go mad from desire as he spent what seemed like an eternity opening me with first two, then three fingers. He was very gentle and massaged lube into my ring of muscles until I was pliable and completely relaxed. And of course desperate to be fucked as he certainly knew.

‘O’ For Men



The hum of the kazoo signified that the vigorous working in and out of the strap on dildo up Conan’s arse had breached even his high pain threshold. Alexandra, still mindful of the occasion he had left her trussed her up for hours in darkness, gave one last sphincter stretching thrust before withdrawing the ersatz member. It was coated with rectal mucus and lubricant, a faint smattering of shit.



Alexandra couldn’t resist giving his arse a good slap with the studded paddle he had disciplined her with earlier. Before she released him from the bondage stocks she kissed him passionately on the lips. Alexandra felt closer to him than she had ever done; surely this proved there was some depth and sincerity of the emotions he professed to feel towards her. While he had never told her he loved her, or liked her for that matter, his eagerness to assuage her and genuine despair at the prospect of her breaking off their arrangement must surely hint at something beneath his chilly abstracted demeanour she had surmised.



“I love you,” said Alexandra, momentarily drowning in his blue eyes. She immediately regretted saying it, seeing a curious mixture of alarm and disgust wash over his face. Then his face relaxed into a broad grin and he croaked, “I love you…” On his release from the bondage stocks he scooped her into arms and kissed her passionately, holding her tight. They dressed and smoked cigarettes.



Alexandra felt exhilarated, feeling they now both wanted the same thing, to be a ‘proper’ couple in a secure and loving relationship. Driving home in the car there was an easy atmosphere, and she had never seen Conan so relaxed. Alexandra was not neurotically needy and was smart enough to know pushing him for a further declaration of love would be counter productive so she just enjoyed the inane chit chat. Yet when he dropped her off at her parents’ house he did not glance back or offer a wave. Disconcerted, Alexandra fumbled and dropped the front door key.



Metal Fingers in my Body



Alexandra’s parents were elderly and clinically depressed and were always comatose on Zopiclone come 10 o’clock at night. She could troop around the house with impunity. Asleep her parents carried on as if they were their waking selves, bickering and mumbling, her father loosing farts of frightening velocity at regular intervals. She had her hair combed back severely and collected in a bead crochet scrunchie and looked like she’d just got back from the gym (which was her intention) in tracksuit and trainers.



She threw the sports holdall, which contained her switch hitter costume, onto the kitchen floor. Alexandra poured herself a generous measure of her father’s vodka, dropped a couple of ice cubes into the glass and sat at the kitchen table. She lit a cigarette, using a saucer as an ashtray. She liked neat vodka and hated the fact that at social gatherings she was always offered white wine and hated the fact even more she never had the courage to tell them to fuck off and get her proper drink, one that would put ‘hair on her tits’ as her father charmingly put it.



She could hear her parents’ synchronous rattling snores downstairs and derived comfort from it. If she was honest Alexandra enjoyed being at home, while her parents were cranky and demanding she felt secure there, and there was little stigma attached to her about still being in the family domicile. Everyone knew how hard it was to rent never mind to buy in the fucked economic climate and in most people’s eyes her continuing residence made her a saintly figure.



There she was a beautiful intelligent young woman, who could go anywhere and be with anyone, yet she stayed at home to devotedly look after her aged and confused parents. She felt little real affection for them, as they had been cold and diffident parents, and she enjoyed the control she now exerted over them.



Alexandra bought dozens of strips of tranquilizers from a black market source and kept them topped up morning and night so their lives were largely somnambulant. Increasingly, she felt a compulsion to assert her power in relationships, to control, to pay back perceived slights. Alexandra wondered why she was still here. Her life with Conan was to her knowledge was still a secret and she was regarded as shy and virginal, a good girl.



She should be a model, people would say. Why are you still in this shit hole town. She’d mention her internship and hopes for the future and lowering her voice mention her parents. That was her cover story. Truth be told she was struggling to figure herself out. She was that rarest of things, a female outsider. She disliked the company of males, who she found on the whole to be boorish, arrogant or weak and yet she had no female friends either.



Alexandra reserved her most vehement loathing for ‘girly’ girls, like her erstwhile flatmate in the University Halls, who would squeal at the sight of anything pink and was endlessly pampering herself and preening. Alexandra poured another drink and lit another cigarette and got her smartphone from the holdall. No texts or missed calls. The prick was freezing her out she just knew it. In Conan she could sense a certain duality with herself; they were both in possession of compressed passions, paradoxical needs and confused emotional states.



They were both repressed, despite their uninhibited sex sessions, reserved and aloof yet insecure and needy. It was a case of who blinked first, she thought, and I, Alexandra Rasputin, self styled ice maiden, have been a silly bitch and blown the ruse. I love you Conan. Fuck me. She started to text him, to apologise for her emotional incontinence, but halfway through decided it would exacerbate matters so she deleted the draft and concentrated on the vodka instead. Normally a couple of belts loosened her but she felt increasingly agitated, like something bad was about to enter stage right.



The sex. She enjoys the sex. Alexandra had been called a frigid bitch and a lesbian at school and college because she repelled all sexual advances, but while she was curious about sex she felt nauseous at the thought of any emotional attachment intercourse may engender and the thought of giving her virginity away cheaply to some oaf on a one night stand offended her intellect deeply.



Plus all the men she had met were arseholes, not remotely worthy of her pussy. If she hadn’t met Conan, or any potential suitors had hit the £100,000 minimum imposed on the e-bay auction for her hymen, her cherry would no doubt be still there for the picking. When she first saw Conan she desired him instantly, what woman wouldn’t, cool, sardonic, handsome with a gym buffed body. It was the contract though that made the sex possible, the thought of the fucking being a commercial arrangement, though she did worry it made her look whorish, but her rationale was that the arrangement made her financially independent and sexually empowered. Also, the heavily stylised nature of their sexual liaisons, with the theatricality of their role play performances, the dressing up, the use of props, it seemed they did more acting now than actual fucking.



Alexandra couldn’t remember the last time she’d sucked his cock or had it in her. It was all studded paddles and whips and butt plugs and nipple clamps with mutual masturbation at the end of it. Conan liked to wank off on her face while she sucked his balls and she didn’t mind this as it saved the wearisome prospect of performing fellatio for Christ knows how long (he always took a seeming eternity to come) and the obligatory catching his ejaculate at the back of her throat.



She’d only swallowed his cum a few times; he seemed to enjoy having it passed back into his mouth or spat on his balls. And they had never had penetrative sex in the Rumpo Room. He’d tried to stick his cock up her arse once when she was trussed up in the strappado but her frantic thrashings (she’d nearly dislocated a fucking shoulder) dissuaded him from forced entry. So she had the best of all things; a financial contract obliging her to have sex, an obligation that actually entailed very little fucking. And she enjoyed the moderate pain.



The paddles and whips she found frankly ridiculous and just left her with a sore arse, but she enjoyed the ropes and the spreader bar, the hot wax, it made her feel cool and clear inside and helped dispel her neuroses and self loathing. It kept the horror at a distant, those crippling feelings of futility and insignificance that would creep up on her during the wolf hour. She rubs her temples and lights another cigarette, the kitchen now wreathed in smoke. Her phone vibrates. A text from Conan. He can never see her again. He will continue to finance her but she should never contact him or turn up at work again. The prick. Even though she had been half expecting it she feels a cold rage and hurls the glass of vodka at the wall. He’s got some balls, especially after the Al Jolson shit he’d pulled the week before.



Was this some power play shit? Was she meant to ring him (no doubt to greeted by his anodyne voice mail message) to confirm she was needy and possessive, a hysterical wandering womb? Or was it some repressed homophobic fear because she’d polished his prostate? Give him his due, he had acquiesced and let his asshole be roundly fucked while she had refused him the pleasure of taking her arse virginity. It wasn’t so much a sense of propriety that made Alexandra repel his anal advances but rather the prospect of pain and the hygiene implications. After he’d suggested to her they make the taking of her arse virginity the centrepiece of a Rumpo Room assignation she’d had a dry run, alone in her bedroom and her parents snorting incongruously in chemical slumber next door, with a vibrator.



Lubed up she only got it a few inches in before she felt a sharp stab of pain and more alarmingly thought she was going to shit herself. Dirty anal. She’d watched a programme the other week, a peek behind the scenes of the porn industry, mainly to gauge the extent of her whorishness. Her perception of herself was that she was on a par with or slightly superior to the wife or girlfriend of a successful professional footballer.



The porn actresses spoke about the adult industry’s obsession with anal and double penetrations. Contrary to Alexandra’s preconception of porn actresses being either lobotomised bimbos or fucked up drug cases they came across as hard nosed and business orientated, while their male counterparts were whiny and emasculated away from the cameras. The actresses spoke in a matter of fact way about their gym routines and diets, how they eschewed alcohol and the need to watch their food and drink intake around shoots.



No heavy meals before a deep throat scene else you were liable to leave your lunch on your co-stars balls. And coffee was a no no up to a day before an anal extravaganza, indeed you practically had to fast in case you shit everywhere on set. At this point Ron Jeremy was wheeled in to provide an evidential anecdote, explaining how a ‘chick’ had once excreted all over him after an energetic pounding in the reverse cowgirl position.



The actresses were technocrats of the body, more akin to athletes in their corporeal discipline than the whores of Babylon of popular conception. Where the fuck was her mind going? The vodka was affecting her now, muddying her thought processes. She kicked off a trainer and stubbed her cigarette out on the sole of her foot. Alexandra bit her hand to stifle a scream. The pain helped focus her mind and roused her from her stupor more effectively than half a dozen black coffees. Yes she could make excuses for Conan, consider the mitigating circumstances.



Fuck that, thinks Alexandra. That is what good girls do. Keep away from the phone for a start. What to do? She puts the kettle on. Alexandra considers making an espresso but remembering the shitting porn star settles for a cup of green tea. Conan you old slut, let me think about this.



To be discontinued…

After leaving the party (History of Joan & John) we made our way to her place. I asked, if she had her own place, why she was having sex at some party.



“It was hot wasn’t it, fucking and sucking, watching others and being watched was something wasn’t it?” She asked sounding like she couldn’t understand why I didn’t get it.



“So, you like group sex?” I asked as she unlocked the door and pulled me into her apartment.



She directed me towards the couch as she said: “Make yourself comfortable, I’ll be right back. There is pot in the little box and booze in the kitchen. Roll us a doobie and make me a gin & tonic.”



She sure knew what she wanted, I was excited by the unknown pleasures I was thinking about enjoying with this woman. She certainly knew what she wanted.



I heard her pissing for the second time tonight and my cock started getting hard remembering seeing her naked on the toilet and them washing her snatch. Hearing the toilet flush then the water run I could almost see her.



She came back into the living room wearing a semitransparent dressing gown open and flowing behind her as she came towards me. The first thing that caught my eyes was her hairy puss. I loved it then and still love a natural woman’s look now. From her bouquet of hair I saw her long slender legs. Looking up I could see one of her breasts through the opening in her gown, her nipple erect and rosy red.



She glided to sit beside me and as she rolled one leg over me she rubbed my near hard cock through my jeans.



“I was going to was up a little but I need to see just how adventurous you are.” She whispered in my ear.



I easily slid down between her legs throwing them over my shoulders and pulling her hips to the edge of the couch buried my face between her thighs. I covered her wet cunt with my mouth and searched out her hot wet opening with my tongue. I love the smell and taste of a woman’s cunt and when it is well used, all the better. But this was the first time I have eaten a woman full of someone else’s cum. I kind of liked it. Actually I liked it a lot and wish the cock that had dumped such a load inside her well fucked cunt was here so I could show it some appreciation too.



As I was savoring her luscious cunt I wondered how many men had fucked her ass. She was an admitted connoisseur of cock and freely fucked, but did she give up her ass I wondered.



As she neared her climax she wrapped her legs around my head and held me tight to her cunt. I hastened my devouring of her sweet nectar and brought her to orgasm. I slowly licked her until her body relaxed and then licked further down past her opening until I was licking her anus. I couldn’t get to her as deeply as I wanted so I pulled her down to her knees and rolled her over so that she was kneeling with her elbows on the couch.



“Spread your cheeks and show me your ass.” I ordered her.



As she spread herself open wantonly I asked: “How many men have enjoyed this view love? You like doing it don’t you? Show me that dark place only so few see.”



“You are the first fucker so enjoy the view, if you aren’t nice I won’t show it long.” She says looking at me stroking my cock while savoring her ass so open and almost welcoming me.



Still stroking my cock I moved forward to lick her ass crack. I started at her ass hole and ran the flat of my tongue up her crack. Each time I shortened my stroke until I was just licking her ass hole.



“You like this don’t you cock sucker? I just bet with everything you have done driving guys nuts, nobody has done this for you, have they? Well I’m the guy to do anything, everything you can imagine, for, to and with you. You suck cock better than anyone I have been with, man or woman, but who has ever eaten your ass for you? I am going to dine on your ass until you beg me to fuck it. You want my cock in your ass don’t you? Now hold those lovely cheeks open for me and I’ll take you to the one place you have never been.”



As she does exactly what I have asked I easily slide a thumb into her leaking cunt and caress her lips and clit with my fingers while still stroking my aching cock with the other.



I can feel her body quivering as she approaches another climax. Knowing I am doing something that feels so good to her as her first excites me so that when I feel her coming down from her orgasm I ask: “Do you have any lube love?”



“Yes, in my bedside table. Get it quickly before I change my mind.” She pants.



“You won’t change your mind you want this to bad.” I tell her as I rush to her bed room.



Opening the drawer I find an assortment of toys. I nice selection of vibrators and didoes, lubes and condoms. I wonder if she has ever used any of them on her own ass…



“My dear, you seem to have a nice selection of toys. Have you ever used them where I am about to go?” I ask.



“Yes, but none as big as your cock, so be nice and this might be the first of many for you.” She cautions.



“Joanie, I will always be nice to you, until you want me not to be.” I tell her opening the lube and spreading it all over her ass hole. My first finger easily slides into her ass like she has been waiting for it. Once I think she is relaxed enough to want another I slide a second into her. This takes a little more patience but before long she turns to me and says: “One more please, then that big boy of yours.”



I do as she says and finally get to press my cock head to her dark opening. I go weak in the knees and could almost cum just from the knowledge that I am the first to touch her where no man has before me.



When my cock head is easily inside her I wait for her to be comfortable with it. Soon she asks for more. I have all I can do not to cum just watching my cock slide into her body. She is so fucking tight but I can feel her accepting me into virgin territory.



As I feel my thighs contact her ass I lean forward to cover her body with mine and whisper into her ear: “God, your ass feels wonderful. I didn’t think I would ever feel anything better than your mouth on my cock but baby your ass is so perfect. Thank you for letting me be your first.”



“I didn’t expect the first time I felt a real cock inside my butt it would be almost romantic but I could cum just from the feel of you inside me. And if you ever tell anyone I said the word romantic when we were fucking I will kill you!”



“Most women cringe when they hear the “C” word but romantic gets you? How about the “L” word?” I chide her.



“Cunt, cunt, cunt, juicy, wet, cum filled, well fucked cunt? That is just fine; just remember what I told you about falling in love. Now shut up and make me cum with your cock deep in my ass.” She orders.



Savoring the pleasure of this moment that most likely will never be replicated I begin to stroke in and out of her wonderful ass. Long hard deep strokes into her until she can take no more and I have no more to give. Then pausing to enjoy the feeling I slowly pull almost out of her until just the crown of my cock is held inside her ass.



Back and forth we move together. My entire being is centered between my anus and cock tip and I wonder why my ass feels so much a part of this act.



Wanting all that can be had I work my hands under her body to cup her breasts. They are exactly a perfect handful and I can feel her nipples like hot pebbles in my palm. I need something to do with my mouth and lick her shoulder running my tongue from her neck to her arm. I need more and bite her between her neck and shoulder and she cums. Her orgasm wracks her body and I have to hang on to stay deep inside her bowels until I feel my balls tighten up almost inside me and empty themselves into her.



Shot after shot of my hot cum fills her ass until it is forced out around my cock and down to my balls. As we both are lost in the immensity of the moment we both are wet with sweat, our breathing comes fast and hard from somewhere deep inside us.



As we both are drained I back up and let my cock slide from inside her. She rolls around to be sitting on the floor between my outstretched legs.



“Well babe, this was really special and I would love to get all mushy and cuddle but it is almost noon and I have a standing date every Sunday with a lady and now I have three holes to flush man juice from because she doesn’t do dick, so you need to go.” She leans forward and standing she guides me to my feet.



“So you are throwing me out for some dike in a wife beater and engineer boots?” I ask laughing to hide my disappointment.



“Dear she is so fem you wouldn’t believe it. I bet the business suit and shoes she arrives in cost as much as your car! And we have something special I won’t fuck up. If it helps I would not let her interfere with whatever develops between us.



Before I know it I am standing outside her door tucking in my shirt trying not to touch my sensitive cock…..



Next time I’ll return to the present and we’ll see where this ended up.

(This is a work of fiction. In this fantasy, nobody is worried about STDs. In real life, all non-monogamous sex should be practiced using accepted safe-sex precautions. All characters are 18 years of age or older.)



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I was out to impress, as usual. Backless black party dress, perfect to emphasize my figure. Bright red panties (not a thong, but not granny panties either, low cut, thin on the sides), in case some young stud got under the black dress, which often happened.



Thursday night means a party at the big house. It’s THE place to be. Lotsa fun people, lotsa fun recreational substances, lotsa fun physical interactions, none of it for the inhibited.



The big house was one of the largest homes in the nicest neighborhood in town. The street it’s on wouldn’t be out of place in Beverly Hills — lots of huge trees, comfortably large lots, featuring a wide, stately, 2 story mansions. Each had a comfortable front yard which sloped down to the street. They were all set rather forward in their lots, so while the front yards were nice, the emphasis was on the back yards, which were enormous.



I don’t know who had the idea of holding the weekly party on Thursday night, but it was a great one because on Thursdays, no one has a conflict. So, the house was always full of funseekers. The crowd of regulars was large enough that I never got sick of seeing the same faces (or other body parts!), and the house had enough rooms that there were always several different activities to choose from.



Downstairs had a kitchen in the back corner, and six or seven large rooms, all furnished as variants of living room or den, some with fireplaces, some with access to patios and the back yard, and several of the patios had fireplaces. The back yard was very private, shielded from the neighbors by a tall fence, and divided into discreet areas with exotic shrubbery. Two of the areas had hot tubs, and the largest had an enormous pool, shallow on both ends and deep in the center.



I never really knew much about what was upstairs, living quarters of the owners I guess. There were stairs up from the kitchen in the back, and a large, curved, ornate staircase in the front. I don’t think much of the party ever spilled upstairs.



Sex was frequent and open in the lower rooms and patios, as well as in the various back yard areas when the weather was nice. No one seemed to feel much need for privacy.



Several of the party rooms had large TV sets, which usually had porn showing. I generally don’t care for that kind of thing, but I have to admit that what they showed was unusually classy, with good-looking girls and young, studly guys. I’d heard rumors that the hosts, the people that actually owned and lived in the big house, had a mean, shady side, and that among other things, they produced the porn being shown, but you can’t believe every story you hear about rich, successful people.



Each of the downstairs rooms was stocked with a variety of finger food, liquor, mixers, ice, and frequently various recreational powders. One of the first Thursday nights I was there, the group I was “playing” with sent me up to a large room at the top of the front stairs, to replenish our supply of coke, which was apparently provided by the house. The room was larger than a bedroom, long and rather narrow, with a large formal desk at the back of the room, and two rows of chairs on either side of the room, as if a long conference table was missing from a corporate board room.



The nice man at the desk asked me if I wanted a “personal” or a “room” quantity, and had me initial a small ledger for the “room” quantity that he got me from a drawer in the desk. He let me know that either amount was available any time. I have no idea what else the room was used for, or what any of the other upstairs rooms were like.



What I did know was, I felt lucky to be included. The party was invitation only, and there were lotsa gorgeous girls around town who would have killed to be included. So, partially because I am naturally adventurous, and partially because I wanted to continue being invited, I often found myself taking a deep breath and doing things I had never imagined.



For example, one night when I got there, I joined a card game in one of the rooms. I’m not much of a poker player, it turns out, so I quickly lost all my chips, as did one of the guys and a couple of the other girls. So, as you might imagine in this setting, for those of us chipless, it became strip poker. Before long, I had lost my shoes, black backless party dress, and red panties. In other words, I was naked.



One of the other girls only had her panties left, and didn’t want to go any further. She was going to quit and go elsewhere in the party, but the guys talked her into betting not her panties, but rubbing herself to orgasm through them, if she lost. She did, and she did. I have to admit, the show she put on, really got me hot.



The next hand, I had good cards, so I bet a blow job to the winner, hoping of course that I’d win, and in addition to winning a pile of chips, one of the young men at the table would be licking me to the same end that the other girl had just given herself. I lost, but it was nice taking the lithe stud who won into my mouth until he shot his jizz down my throat.



A little while later, everyone was naked, and almost everyone had gotten off a time or two. It seemed that most of the players were losing interest, and the game was dying down. One of the girls got up, saying, “Don’t anyone go anywhere — I’ll be right back.” She left the room, naked, which by this hour at the party at the big house, was not such a rare sight.



She returned from the kitchen with a large wooden spoon, and said, “instead of betting chips, we’re going to bet bare-ass swats.” Now, all of a sudden, everybody was back into the game. The cards were dealt, and the betting began.



The first few people only bet two or three swats, but I had great cards: two pair, kings and tens, so I bet ten. One of the guys, in fact the one that I found the yummiest, raised me to 15. We all drew, and I matched my tens for a full house.



Nobody raised, until me, all I could think of was having this hunk over my lap, and blistering his ass with the spoon, while I clamped his cock between my thighs, so I raised to 25 swats. He put his cards down like he was going to concede the hand to me, but instead raised to 30. Nobody else raised.



I showed my cards, triumphantly turning over my full house, smirking over the large bet. But damn if Mr. Yum didn’t also show a full house, aces and queens. I had lost.



I stood, naked, and went to lay over his lap, mortified at the thought of taking 30 swats in front of all these people, but he had other plans. He had everyone scoot back from the center of the room, and had me stand in the center with my feet wide apart, and bend over to grab my ankles. I braced for the sting of the first swat, but he still wasn’t quite ready. I felt all the color drain from my face as I heard him holler into the hall, “Hey, anyone who’s not busy, c’mere, here’s something you don’t see everyday!”



So I waited, bent over, legs apart, all my goodies exposed to the world, tits hanging down, feeling my face glow in embarrassment as fresh air wafted over my completely exposed pussy and yes, also my brown rosebud.



I heard at least a dozen people file in, all of them getting full view of all my personal charms. Mr. Stud then announced to the room, “This sweet young thing needs a lesson in playing poker.” And he swished the spoon through the air, causing me to flinch. “30 lessons, in fact.” Then he began.



I gave him and his audience the satisfaction of a good yelp at every impact. He spaced them unpredictably, first a quick flurry of three, the next few agonizingly slow, then a quick cluster of four, then five, then more slow ones. He covered my ass completely, and the tops of my thighs, sometimes alternating high and low, sometimes staying on one area, sometimes both cheeks, sometimes one then the other.



But I kept my pride, never begged him to stop, and never cried. I might have leaked a tear or two, but I never sobbed. I started to object when I heard someone say, “Hey, wait, let’s get the video camera down here,” but my gallant tormentor pointed out that video was not part of the deal. “Maybe next hand…” he said, and everyone chuckled.



Alas, there were no more hands that night. Rearranging the room had so disrupted the game, and apparently the sight of my ass getting heated was enough of a turn on to most of the players, that they chose to fulfill their urges right then and there, and the game never resumed.



I did hook up with Mr. Yum a little later that evening, to have him soothe the area he had made so sore, and while I never got to clamp his woodie between my thighs, I actually got it in a better place.



But that’s not the main story I was going to tell. You may have guessed that all this fun, the booze, the sex, the powder, had a price tag. But I never did.



One particular Thursday, a lovely spring evening, the party was going strong. I was enjoying some fresh air on one of the back yard areas, leaning back against a stone railing, watching the top of the head of a young guy who had lifted up the hem of my backless black party dress, pulled aside the crotch of my red panties, and was expertly applying some oral relaxation therapy to my clit. Middle of all this, someone had the audacity to tap my shoulder and interrupt, saying, “Miss, could you meet with us briefly in the upstairs room?” More irritated than curious, I assured the kneeling young man that I’d be back shortly.



I was escorted up the stairs to the room where I occasionally went to get coke. The room was different than I had ever seen it — the walls were softly lit, and most of the chairs were occupied, as was the chair at the desk. The way the light played off the walls, the seated people were nothing more than silhouettes to me.



I was instructed to stand approximately where the center of the missing long wide conference table would be, at which point several light fixtures in the ceiling came on, blinding me in bright shafts of light from front, back, left and right.



A disembodied voice, coming from the location of the desk, said, “A recent review of our accounts shows that in all the time you’ve been coming here, you’ve never settled your balance, even once. It is now time to settle that.” Beginning to tremble, I asked, “Wh — what balance?” A tv set at the foot of the desk came on, showing what appeared to be scans from the ledger that I initialed, all the times I got “room” and “individual” quantities of coke. I was astounded at the number of times I had availed myself of the “free” powder. I really considered myself a very casual user, but over a period of time it sure added up.



“Are these your initials?” the disembodied voice asked. “Yes,” I meekly replied, “but no one ever told me there was a fee…” “So you assumed it was free?” the voice asked, and the laughter around the room showed me that it was a rhetorical question, not requiring an answer.



“Your balance is $44,000,” he said.



It took me a minute to process this.



I was stunned. ” I — I — I don’t have that kind of money,” I choked out, “I barely get by from paycheck to paycheck, I can’t even afford payments for a nicer used car…”



“I see,” said the voice, and he paused.



“Well, you’re in luck,” and he paused again. I didn’t like the tone of the word “luck.”



“You see,” he continued, “our ‘business’ has been very boring lately, in that almost none of our ‘clients’ have fallen behind in their payments. The result is, I have several VERY bored enforcers — they’re really only happy if I keep them busy. I need to find a run or two for them, just sort of to keep their skills sharp. I could probably convince the big guy to write off your balance in exchange for such a run. My arsonist is the most underutilized, I have just the project for him.”



My brain spun and it felt like all the air left the room as he rattled off the address of the house my parents had just moved into, a wonderful old Victorian in Aspen, Colorado. They had saved for their entire lives to buy and renovate their dream house for their golden years together, and now I was responsible for its imminent destruction, for all I knew with them in it.



“Noooo…” I whimpered. “You can’t…



“Isn’t there something else I could do? Work it off in some sort of way?”



“Now what could you possibly do for us that would be worth $44,000, in a short time?”



My head clicked onto one of the rumors about the owners of the big house.



“Is it true that you film all those movies that play on the tvs downstairs?”



He answered in a mocking, condescending tone, “YOU want to be in PORN? YOU’D do the THINGS that you see in those movies?”



Now as I said earlier, I never paid much attention to those movies. “I’d do anything…”



“Oh, miss, you don’t know how TRUE that is…”



His tone changed as he apparently addressed the others in the room, “What do we think? Is she movie material?”



Several voices, male and female, responded, the loudest of which said, “I need to see more.”



The disembodied voice, said, simply, “Take off your clothes.”



There are no words in our language that establish quite so clearly, when you hear them, that you are surrendering control to someone else. No words that, when you obey them, demonstrate that you are agreeing to be totally subservient.



That was what I realized as I accepted the cold, hard reality of this moment. I mean, I had gotten naked numerous times in this very house, but always in a setting of mutual sexual enjoyment, never by myself, bathed in spotlights, in a room of fully clothed people.



The voice in my head shrieked, “Noooo…” but I had no choice, I’d suffer from unthinkable guilt for the rest of my life if my careless actions destroyed my parents’ dream home.



I should mention at this point that while I skipped college, and have had a menial desk job for several years, I’m still in really tight shape. I swim and hike, and especially at the pool, I see how the guys, from junior high kids to dads, can’t seem to take their eyes off my slender waist, what my boyfriend calls my wonder-butt, and my firm b- almost c-cup breasts that haven’t begun to sag in the least.



I kicked off my shoes, hyper aware that all eyes were watching me in my little pool of light, but I couldn’t see them. As I reached up behind my neck to undo the clasp holding the straps of my backless dress, I realized that this amounted to an audition, and I’d better play it for all I could.



I undid the clasp, letting first one strap then the other fall to my waist, freeing my breasts, and raised up my arms to fluff my hair back off my shoulders. I licked the thumb and forefinger of each hand, and twisted both nipples to full attention, then did a slow, full turn, so that all the silhouettes in the room could get an eyeful.



Now it was time to lower the zipper that cinched the waist of my dress. Usually I spin the dress around so that the zipper is in the front, but that’s not very sexy, so I bent slightly forward at the waist, reached behind me, and lowered it slowly, while I thrust my chest forward.



With the zipper down, I hooked my thumbs into either side of the back of the dress and began to lower it. I “accidently” also hooked the waist of my red panties, and began to pull them down with the dress. When my ass was completely bare, I “realized” my “mistake” and pulled the panties back up, letting the dress fall to the floor, and kicking it outside the spotlight.



I hooked the elastic on both sides of the front of my panties with my thumbs, and began pulling one side down and the other up, then alternating. Then I pulled them both up, making a tight vee out of the fabric, emphasizing the outline of my opening.



It was right then that I sort of regretted the little game that my boyfriend and I played the other night: I’ve always kept my pubes tightly groomed into either a racing stripe or a little diamond at the top of my slit, but a couple of nights ago, we’d whacked it all off, leaving me totally shiny bald smooth. Not a single hair to hide behind.



No time to worry about that now. I bent slightly forward at the waist, pulling the red fabric in the rear completely below my ass. I continued to lower them, and at the point above my knees where the leg elastic no longer was taut, I let them fall to the floor, coyly covering my crotch with both hands, then straightening up with both arms in the air, like a gymnast finishing a great routine.



“Very impressive,” the disembodied voice said dryly to me, then to the silhouettes, “Any questions?”



Everyone spoke at once, “Do you take it in the ass?” “Do you eat pussy?” “Do you swallow?” were the ones I heard through the cacophony.



“No, no, and no,” I answered, to which a single voice quickly responded, “You mean ‘not yet,’” to the general laughter of the group.



A single voice asked, “Are you a howler?” I didn’t understand what the question meant, but before I could figure it out to answer, the disembodied voice replied, “she is not.” The tv set lit up again, and I watched in humiliation as a video montage of me getting fucked on the floor, me straddling a guy fucking him, me getting fucked on a couch, me getting my pussy eaten on the counter in the kitchen, and me getting drilled doggy-style while bent over the edge of one of the hot tubs, all shot from a high point of view, played for all to watch. In each shot, I clearly came, without much more sound that heavy breathing, a little hiccup or two, and a low, throaty moan. I had never noticed them, but there must be cameras all over the place.



“Prove it,” a different voice called out.



“Miss,” said the disembodied voice, “masturbate yourself to orgasm, please.” I almost froze, not being able to process the thought of doing this very private thing in such a public setting, then realizing that this would probably be my least difficult task in the next few hours.



“I don’t think I can, standing up,” I said, expecting to be told to do it anyway, but instead the disembodied voice said, “Very well, if we are all agreed that she is a candidate for our flicks, we should adjourn to the studio, anyway.”



I began to reach for my clothes, and a nearby voice said, “You won’t be needing those for awhile.” A hand took me by the elbow, and I walked, bare-ass naked, out of the room, leaving my clothes behind.



He led me down the stairs, and I recognized him as the man who had gotten me from the patio.



As he opened the front door, the voice in my mind went “noooo…” but I managed to keep that voice silent to the outside world, and I’m pretty sure not even miss a step.



He walked me, totally naked, out the front door. Although it was long past sunset, the front yard was fully lit by landscape lights and a nearby street light. He led me down the walkway to the street. As a matter of pride, even though I had no idea who might be looking out their front windows or driving by, and even though he was not restricting me from doing so, I refused to cover up myself up.



He led me up the sidewalk, through the night, past one house, then another, then one more, to a van parked on the curb. He blipped the alarm off, and opened the passenger door, then went around to the driver’s side. I slid into the seat, and buckled the seat belt.



We drove for fifteen minutes or so, to an industrial part of town, usually an extremely busy street, but quiet at this time of night. He pulled into a parking lot beside a plain 2-story building, and gestured for me to get out of the truck. As he walked me from the van to the front door of the building, 2 cars drove past, one of them honking wildly at my nakedness.

He unlocked the door and held it for me to enter. Again, at no point, in the truck on public streets, or standing here on a deserted, but public sidewalk, did I give him the satisfaction of seeing me cover any part of my body.



Leaving the door unlocked behind us, he led me to the back of the building, in almost total darkness. I heard him throw some switches, and I found myself looking at what turned out to be a fully equipped video studio. The single wall that became visible, as the lights came on, was pure white, and plastered so that there was a smooth curve instead of a corner where the wall met the floor. As I got to know the studio better, I learned that three of the walls were smooth like this, as were the corners between them. The fourth wall had a large window into a room where most of the recording and editing equipment was, so that the technicians operating the equipment could see into the studio.



The lights he had switched on were pooled on one wall, centered on a bright blue loveseat. He motioned for me to take a seat on it, and we waited. I tried not to visibly shiver as I heard the studio fill up with the people from the board room, although now they were not even silhouettes, as the only light was the pool on the loveseat I was sitting on.



A voice on a scratchy, drive-through hamburger-stand sounding speaker said, “give us a couple of minutes to calibrate the recorders,” and I realized that there were additional people in the room, pushing around a couple of large wheeled tripods with video cameras on top. I extended my legs, crossing my ankles, in what I considered a great imitation of calm and comfortable, and waited.



The burger voice said, “Ready when you are,” and the disembodied voice said, “Alright, miss, you are no longer standing, resume,” and my mind again howled, “Nooo, noooooo…” spinning in humiliation at the realization that it was time for me to stimulate myself to orgasm, not only in front of an audience, but on camera.



To emphasize this stark reality, one of the tripods rolled into the pool of light, the camera telescoped down to the level of the cushion I was sitting on, placing the lens was barely a foot from my pussy.



I slowly uncrossed my ankles, spread my knees apart, slid forward on the cushion until only my head and neck were still supported by the back of the love seat, moving my pussy even closer to the camera lens. I moistened my pointer and middle finger with saliva, and applied them to the top of my slit. I lifted my feet up onto the cushion, fully exposing every wrinkle and fold of my privates, spread my outer lips apart, and went to work.



Solo sex has always been about my least favorite path to an orgasm; with my looks I’ve never had a problem getting a partner to share it with. But I had my orders, and I was not going to come up short, so to speak.



I worked on my twat with one hand while I tweaked my nipples with the other, then I switched hands on my slit, and slid my other hand under my thigh to lightly tease my asshole. This has always been a special, incredibly sensitive spot for me. Plus, I knew from the pornos that I’ve watched with my boyfriend, and from hearing the guys at the big house, that guys like watching girls play with their ass.



All the while I heard the nearly silent wheels of two, maybe three tripods positioning the cameras for extra close ups of my private anatomy performing the most personal of acts. But despite the degrading position I was in, I realized that I was really getting pretty hot from all this previously taboo activity: stripping for a room full of strangers, exposing my shiny smooth pussy, walking out to the car then driving across town completely naked, then tweaking my twat for ultra close camera lenses. And of course, the unfinished activity from the back yard.



As I felt that familiar wave begin to crash around me, I raised my legs straight up in the air, used one hand to spread both my outer and inner lips, placed fingertips from my other hand on the underside of my clit, and began to vibrate that hand like crazy. Almost immediately, every muscle in my body flexed to its maximum, my pussy constricted around my fingers, and I felt my eyes roll up in my head. That is to say, I came.



And I came, and I came, and I came.



I regained consciousness a few ticks later, and realized I had trapped both hands in a vice-like grip with my thighs, and slowly began to unwind. I lowered my feet to the floor, and straightened up a bit on the loveseat. I heard one of the cameramen say, “Jesus,” one of the others said, “Where did you find her, she’s a fucking natural,” and hamburger voice said, “What’s out next setup?”



Disembodied voice said, “Oral pleasure for everyone on the committee.” I shuddered, recalling some of the questions in the board room, realizing that I had a long list of humiliating tasks in my immediate future.



I sat up on the love seat as the first man stood in front of me and unzipped his pants. Disembodied voice gave me my directions, “You may use your hands to stabilize the base and stimulate the balls, but no stroking with the hands, only with your mouth. When he begins to cum, open your mouth fully, and aim him carefully into your mouth. Let the camera see the ejaculation. You must aim him so that ALL his cum goes into your mouth, do not spill any, do not spit any out.



“If any of it overshoots onto your face, use your finger to push it into your mouth. When he is finished, open your mouth fully to the camera, show the cum on your tongue, wait for an OK from me, then swallow the cum, and show your empty mouth wide open to the camera. When I say OK again, you may return to sucking the remaining cum out of his dick until he backs away.



“If you don’t capture and swallow all his cum satisfactorily, the rest of us will aggressively fuck your mouth while holding your head tightly, and cum into the back of your throat, which will be much more unpleasant for you. And that will mean that you failed the audition.”



I nodded in agreement, burger voice said that we were “rolling,” and I began to suck away. I’ve always considered myself to be a pretty accomplished cocksucker, but he had given me a lot of rules to follow, some of them things that I’ve never done, like swallow. But, I guess I must have done OK, or maybe this guy was feeling the special heat of the moment like I was, because, he came rather quickly.



Apparently I aimed, showed, and swallowed in an acceptable fashion, because almost immediately, after hamburger voice said, “still rolling,” I was sucking my second dick of the evening, then the third.



The fourth was a bit of a challenge, because without any warning or instructions on what to do, he pulled his dick out of my mouth, lifted it up towards his tummy, and held his balls up towards my face. My boyfriend does this occasionally, when he wants me to suck on them, gently; really it’s more washing over the sensitive skin with my lips and tongue than actual sucking. Apparently that technique was alright with number four, because shortly thereafter, it was aim, show, swallow, and I started to think that maybe I could get the hang of this.



Number five, though, presented quite a different type of challenge. It wasn’t a dude at all, it was a chick. She pushed me off the loveseat, roughly grabbed my shoulders and shoved me to my knees, while she took my place on the love seat. She hiked up her skirt, revealing no panties, and an incredibly hairy, juicy pussy – she was obviously very turned on by the evening’s program. I started to turn towards disembodied voice for my instructions, and she snarled, “Figure it out, dumbass…” She grabbed me by the hair and ears, and slammed my face straight into her slit.



I had to struggle to breathe at first, her pussy was mashing my nose shut, and she was holding my mouth so tightly to her gash that I had no way to catch a breath. I found a way to inhale slightly by arching my back to sort of look more upward. Very hard on the neck and upper back. Then I just started doing what seemed like the things I like, only giving instead of receiving.



It must have worked, because soon she relaxed her death grip on the sides of my head, and soon after that, she began doing what I guess they referred to earlier by “howling.” I mean, I’ve heard this sound before, but always through a hotel wall, or on some cheap porno, where I always assumed it was just a really bad “actress” faking. Sue me, I’ve never faked an orgasm, I don’t know anything about it.



Then it was a couple more dudes, and I sort of lost count, and realized that I had no idea how many of them there were. Or if I was only going to do once each, for that matter. Another guy or two later, it was another chick, a little better “groomed” than the first one, then another chick, with different needs altogether. After I got good and started, she started pushing my head down lower, towards the bottom of her slit, then even lower than that.



I struggled to get back up to the task at hand, and she hissed, “I can’t cum unless you go back there…” and then I heard disembodied voice say, “Miss, this is still an audition…”



OK, now I realized what was expected of me. I placed my hands under her knees, and lifted her legs all the way to where the tops of her thighs were resting on her breasts. This exposed her entire butt crack, which I pulled apart with my hands, and plunged my tongue straight into her shitter.



I wiggled my tongue up and down, and side to side, just like her ass was another pussy, and she started to moan, so I guess I was doing something right. She grabbed my hair with her fingers and started pulling my head in and out, so I just stuck my tongue out and made it stiff like a tiny dick, and let her fuck her own asshole with it. After a while she pulled my face back up to her pussy, and I finished the assigned task.



I looked over and saw that a guy was next, so I started to return to my cocksucking position, sitting on the loveseat, but he held me down where I was, stepped completely out of his drawers rather than just lowering them, and sat in the pussy eating position. I raised up on my knees and began bobbing up and down on his pole, which he enjoyed for awhile, then pulled it out of my mouth and positioned me towards his balls, like several of the others had.



But then he too pulled his legs way up, and directed me on downward to his asshole. I did the expected wiggling and tongue mini-fucking of it, then he returned me to his cock, where I had to quickly learn a totally different way to do the aim show swallow thing from my knees.



Some more dudes, some more chicks, more dicks, more pussies, a few more assholes of both genders, finally we got to the last of the Mohicans. Hamburger man gave the crew a ten minute break, and I asked for a glass of water and a towel, and said I had a question. Disembodied voice handed me the towel and the water, but directed me to wait with my question until everyone reconvened.



A few more minutes, and burger voice announced that the crew was ready. Disembodied voice said, “Miss, you had a question?”



“Yes, I do. Assuming I pass the audition, how does this work?”



One of the other voices answered, “We pay our ‘actresses’ $2,000 for a ten hour day of shooting, or two five hour days, that’s if they fuck and suck. They get $3,000 if they also do anal, and $4,000 if they also do ‘other’.”



“What is ‘other’?”



“You’ve already done some of it, cunnilingus, analingus, but mainly it means A2M. Sometimes it means a little more.”



Before I could ask what A2M was, burger voice piped in, “This week it’s B&D, specifically a series of spanking flicks.”



“So if I do B&D and A2M, I get $4,000 credit toward my debt per day. I could be paid off in about 2 weeks.”



Disembodied voice said, “That’s technically true. But, you have several more stages of audition to pass, and so far you’ve just done the easy stuff.” He paused to let that sink in… “Also, we rarely work our ‘actresses’ more that 20 hours a week.”



“But if I wanted to, I could do 5 10-hour days?”



“Miss, it’s more than just wanting to, it’s a matter of stamina. You’re barely an hour into your audition, and you’re just getting to the tough stuff.”



“What’s left?”



“Well, part 2, everybody on the committee gets to fuck you, or more to the point, get fucked by you, meaning, you wear a strap-on to service the ladies. And I assure, you’ve gotten the easy orgasm out of everyone, it’ll take considerably longer to get us off a second time.”



“Then what?”



“If you pass, that qualifies you for the $2,000 day rate. If you want to go for $3,000, then all of us guys get to fuck you in the ass, which I suggest you reconsider. If you really haven’t done it before, like you said back at the house, you can’t imagine what a physical ordeal it is. Very few of our girls pass this part, even those who really want the money.”



“And after that?”



“IF you pass that, then we audition you for B&D, bondage and discipline…”



“I know what…”



“Miss, please don’t interrupt, B&D includes many different things, this week we’re shooting spanking videos, where you’ll get paddled repeatedly. But you like that, don’t you?”



“What do you mean?” A tv screen came on, showing overhead video of me getting spoon whipped after my over-aggressive poker bet. “You don’t miss much, do you?”



“No miss, we don’t.”



“Could I do my audition out of order?”



“There’s really nothing about the audition process that’s negotiable…”



“I’m not asking to negotiate anything, I just wonder, since you say you suggest that I decline to do stages 3 and 4, if I could have a taste of each of them, so I really can consider them while we go through stage 2.”



“Anyone on the committee object to this exception? (pause) Very well, miss, as you request, we’ll do a couple of extra scenes before we get to the straight fucking portion of the audition.



“Part of the audition process is gauging your stamina. It costs a lot to staff and operate a video studio, and if you can’t handle the workload, you’ll constantly be delaying shots, and causing us to reshoot scenes, and that’s expensive for us. So, we audition your ability to handle scene after scene after scene, and if you can’t, you fail the audition.



“But if you want to ‘taste’ some of the advanced techniques, in between sections of your regular audition, then I think we can allow that. Just be aware, doing that won’t reduce the quantity of what comes later.” I nodded in agreement.



“So, who wants to fuck this young lady in the ass?” Several of shadow guys stepped forward in anticipation. “Well, miss, how many do you want? Two? Three? Maybe just one?”



I didn’t want to appear timid in any way… “I’ll try two…”



“Step over to the loveseat, bend over and put your hands flat on the cushion, raise up on your tippy toes, and turn your heels outward and your toes inward.” I complied, and immediately felt my cheeks being pulled apart, and something cold invaded my ass.



“Ack, what’s that?” I sputtered.



“It’s lube, miss, I assure you it would be a mistake to skip it.” I had assumed it was on someone’s finger, but as it slid up my chute, it felt thicker and longer than any finger. Then it withdrew, and reappeared with more cold goo on it. This time it slid in and out several times before exiting.



“Miss, brace yourself, this time he’s using TWO fingers.” More cold goo, this time on an incomprehensibly large object, again going in and out several times, exiting, and coming back with more lube. I didn’t know what he meant by two fingers, what was invading my ass was HUGE compared to two measly fingers. This time it stayed awhile, going in and out repeatedly, slowly at first, then more quickly. It continued for what seemed like several minutes, then withdrew.



“Miss, technically you’re ready for your fucking, in that you’re sufficiently lubricated. But as a first-timer, you’re probably not relaxed enough. Would you like a little more prep?”



“Yes, I think so…”



“Alright, this time he’s using three fingers, this will be more like the size of the dicks that will be fucking you. I suggest that as he enters you, you push back against it, it’s not going to be an easy fit.”



He was right, it was quite difficult, and painful. After several seconds of slow in and out, it exited, and as before, reappeared with more cold goo on it. This time it stayed, starting slowly, then speeding up. “Miss, I think that’s all we can do to help you, let’s get started.”



The fingers withdrew, and a large, semi-hard dick appeared at my face. “You need to suck him to full hardness. We call this ‘fluffing’ in the business, by the way. I recommend that you coat his dick with as much saliva as possible, it’ll really help the lube ease this monster into your ass.”



I did as suggested, and after a moment the dick disappeared from my mouth. I felt it touch the outer ring of my ass, then he began pushing forward. It seemed to hang up a bit, and I remembered that my instructions were to push back against it. That did the trick, and it slid on in. It was actually not any more uncomfortable that the three fingers had been, for a second, anyway.



Then it went past the depth the fingers had reached, and my first butt-fucking was underway. He pushed it in and pushed it in and pushed it in, until I thought it was going to come out my throat.



Then, oh my god, he began to pull it out. This was a totally different sensation, a very different unpleasantness, it kind of emphasized the friction or something. When it was all out but the very head, he started pushing it back in. He continued this way, slowly in, more slowly out, and I began to fear that I’d never get the hang of it.



He began to pick up the pace, going a little faster than before, then a little faster than that. I heard him sort of whisper, “Jesus frog, her asshole is tight…”



Before long he was pumping me like a runaway locomotive. From my bent-over position, I could see part of my pussy, and I was fascinated to see that it stretched into an odd oval when he thrusted, and pulled back to a slit as he withdrew. As long as the lube held out, this might not actually be too bad.



Right as I began to think that I could actually cum from this, he pulled out, stepped back to my face, and pushed it into my mouth. I was flooded with a mixture of different tastes, raspberry (I guess from the lube), some sort of bitter flavor (must be the taste of the inside of my ass), and then, as I remembered that this was still an audition and began to bob my head up and down, the flood of salty cum that happens when you suck on a very stimulated dick.



I almost swallowed it all down, but I remembered that I’m supposed to show it to the camera first. He was through cumming, but I continued to suck on the end of his dick (my boyfriend tells me that this is the most sensitive his cock ever gets), until he slowly pulled it out. I showed his cum to the camera, swallowed it, and showed my empty mouth. Without waiting for disembodied voice, I looked over my shoulder and said, “Next…”



But disembodied voice had other plans. He instructed me to sit on the edge of the loveseat. Then he had me lay back with my butt almost completely hanging off, and pull my knees up to my chest. Did you notice how long it’s been since I mentioned the cameras? I realized that I had forgotten all about them when one of them rolled right up to my butt, taking an ultra close-up of both of my openings.



The camera lens backed away, replaced by an erect cock, a rather large one, actually, which immediately plunged into my butt. I gathered by the lack on any resistance, that the dick had been thoroughly coated with lube.



Its owner wasted no time in plunging it to the hilt, and began pumping away furiously. Once again I could see my pussy being tugged into odd shapes, and I could feel the friction that this tugging created between my lips and my clit, and I began to feel that familiar wave beginning to crash.

Introduction: Deep in the recesses of our souls is a hidden being filled with dark desires and needs. This inner being is a stranger to those you love, let out only for brief periods when no one is looking. James was ravaged by his inner desires just like you, but a chance would come where he could become his true self once and for all. Will he run from what he is, or will he embrace it and live his life to the full? This is his journey.



*



There I stood waiting for my sentence to be passed. It was what one could call a seminal moment in my life. The judge was a middle-aged black woman dressed in robes and looking down her nose at me. My body trembled uncontrollably and I felt sick as she took one last look over her notes.



“James Bradshaw,” she began. “You have pleaded guilty for the crime of armed robbery, committed at the First National Bank in Portland on the 25th day of March, the year two thousand and twelve. Do you understand?”



“Yes, Your Honour,” I said turning red.



Then she said, “It shocks me that a man of your previous good character would suddenly resort to one of the most serious crimes one can commit, when there is no obvious reason for you to do so. You had a good job, a stable home life, friends and seemed to have been well-regarded in your community. This crime seems so out of character for you. So taking into account all the evidence and your previous good record I can only assume that rehabilitation is a strong possibility in your case. Therefore I am sentencing you to five years jail, with a non-parole period of three years including time already served. Do you have anything you’d like to say?”



I lowered my head and mumbled, “No, You Honour.”



“Very well then. This case is now dismissed.” she said.



The Bailiff was up and yelled, “All Rise.”



Then after everyone else in the room was standing the judge got up, tucked some files under her arm, and walked out a door behind her bench. It was done. For the next few years I was going to be in stir. My lawyer tried to offer me words of comfort but I could see he didn’t really care. I did it and I got what was coming. He knew it, I knew it, everyone knew it.



The guards walked up and cuffed me and took me out through a side door. I got one last look at my parents who were upset. My mom was crying and it made me feel sad. I never meant to hurt her or my dad in all this. However they’d never understand what had driven me to this point. Nobody would, that was my secret.



*****



I got off the prison transport bus and was frog marched to a search room. I was told to take my clothes off completely. The other two inmates I had come here with had already been put through this, and were now inside a holding cell opposite where I was. Both were in orange coveralls and barefoot now having had their street clothes taken from them, and were watching what was happening to me.



As I started to strip they came to the bars to get closer look, when I got down to my underwear, the guard told me to take them off. I slid them down and threw them into the pile that was my clothes and then I stood there completely naked. I’m a short wiry kind of guy, about 5 foot 6 inches tall, but I kept myself in extremely good shape. I’m probably what you’d call buff with a nice six pack and a firm but. however I had one major flaw (as I seen it) I was what some would call an unhung hero.



One of the other prisoners (a 6ft skinny white guy) started laughing hard jabbing the other (a 6ft 5″ black guy) in the ribs making him guffaw also. “Hey dude, where’s your dick?” he shouted out at me. See when I’m flaccid there’s barely anything there and my balls are small too. In fact it looks more like a little boys dick than what a man’s should.



“Shut up Henderson or you’ll be on a charge,” the guard yelled back glaring at him.



Henderson shut up but both men kept laughing at me. I felt myself going red and that made them laugh even harder. The guard then made me lift my little ball sack, then he made me bend over and told me he had to check my ass. I bent over, he shoved his gloved finger up my ass and wiggled it about. He then handed me a prison uniform which I put on and was locked up with the two inmates in the holding cell, until a permanent cell was found for us.



The two guys hovered over me once the guards left us to it, intimidating the hell out of me. Henderson said, “Ya know dude, when we was riding the chain here I thought you looked like you might be able to handle yourself. But seein’ that tiny dick I hate to tell you they’re gonna eat you alive in here.”



The black guy laughed and said, “Fish is gonna be on the menu that’s for sure.”



“Please guys I don’t want any trouble,” I said trying to move away from them.



“What ya gonna do when trouble finds you, punk?” Henderson said pushing me into the wall.



“I-I-I don’t know. What should I do?” I asked.



The black guy laughed looking at Henderson saying, “He really is a fish.” Then he said to me, “You can do two things, fish. You can fight, or you can fuck. But whatever you do don’t go running to the screws cos that’ll see you killed.”



“Fuck? But I’m not gay?” I said cowering.



They both laughed. Then the black guy said, “It don’t matter in stir if you’re gay or not. If you don’t fight then that sweet ass is gonna see a lot of dick in here.” he then leaned forward, real close, and reached behind me and squeezed my ass. His head was beside mine now and he whispered in my ear, “Mmmm that ass is just beggin’ to be fucked.”



Henderson said, “You should fuck him TJ. Break his prison cherry for him.”



“His cherry’s not mine for the takin’ Hendo. You know that. But that mouth-pussy of his well that’s another thing all together,” TJ said to me and started to unbutton my overalls.



“Please… I…”



Henderson grabbed my hair roughly pulling my head down saying, “Fight or fuck, what’s it to be fish? Now is your time to choose.”



Looking up into his eyes all I could see was malice. He didn’t care what my choice was because either way he would get his fun. This was the moment I first knew I was being objectified. I was not a person anymore just something to jab at, either with fists or cocks. It was all the same to them.



TJ had my overalls down by my ankles now and I stood their nude again. The guards didn’t give me any underwear. Maybe they didn’t see the point. “Shit look at that little pecker,” he laughed then he grabbed it and as he felt it he knew immediately I was already hard. “Shit Hendo, our fish is hard,” he said looking at his friend eyes wide.



Henderson burst out laughing almost curling up as he did. “No way! Oh man that’s fucking badass. How big are you, fish?”



I was stunned to be honest and didn’t answer making TJ slap me over the face saying, “Answer him boy.”



“Th-th-three inches… hard,” I muttered.



“Oh fuck me!” roared Henderson. “Oh fuck wait ’til the lads get a load of that.”



“Least he has a nice ass and mouth. I’m sure we’ll find plenty of use for that,” TJ said looking me over in a way that made it clear what was on his mind. Then TJ pulled out his big black cock and was stoking it for me. “This is what a man’s cock looks like boy,” he said then licked his lips. “Do you know what it tastes like?”



“No,” I said looking down at this monster grow bigger and bigger before my eyes.



TJ had his hand on my shoulder now and was pushing me down to my knees and as I hit the hard floor the head of his cock was rubbing on my lips. “Open up boy, take my cock in your mouth and taste it. Taste what a man should be.”



His cock can only be described as massive. His enormous rod dangled heavily downwards, its wide head flaring outwards, somehow even thicker than his shaft’s amazing girth. It must have been ten inches of throbbing black meat, and nearly as thick around as a soda can. I shuddered involuntarily, and felt his cock jump as I reached out and wrapped my fingers around it.



“What do ya think of that boy? You like my big black cock?” he said smiling down on me.



“Oh I think he does TJ,” Henderson said. “Looks like he’s chosen. Outta fight or fuck, he’s gonna fuck.”



There was a glob of precum forming on the end TJ’s cock and he again pushed it to my lips rubbing his slime on me. I was speechless, breathless and dizzy with excitement. Looking up, all I could do was make eye contact and nod, jaw still hanging slack in amazement. I gripped his cock by the base, and shook it lightly, feeling the weight of it in my hand.



“Its time boy,” he said in an even tone. “Time for you to get to work on that dick.”



Another bead of precum formed at the head of his cock, and saw his ab muscles contract involuntarily as I scooped up the sticky liquid and swallowed it gleefully with my tongue. Then the head of his cock entered my mouth and I had to stretch wide for it. TJ had the biggest cock I had ever seen. I had the smallest he’d ever seen.



As I began to relax my throat muscles, I was surprised to have him reach down and pull my head hard onto his cock impaling my face with it. I gagged, and felt an uncontrollable spurt of thick saliva spurt from the corners of my mouth and land sloppily on my chest and lap.



“Oh yeah… Your mouth makes a good pussy, ” he groaned. “Take it all!”



I fought to control my impulse to push him away, and instead focussed on the cock I had somehow managed to deep throat. TJ’s cock, now thoroughly lubricated from tip to base with the saliva from my throat, still paused at each entrance as I struggled to accommodate it. It became only slightly easier as my throat began to expand to allow easier passage



Small bubbles of foamy spit formed around the edges of my mouth where my lips strained around his shaft. I moaned with pleasure at feeling such a cock in my mouth. I could feel his heavy balls pressing into my chin as he drove every inch of his cock down my throat. My nostrils flared for breath each time he pulled back, and I felt myself becoming dizzy from lack of oxygen. Knowing he was too ‘into the moment’ to stop now, all I could do was pray that he would cum soon.



TJ moaned loudly and Henderson kept a running commentary saying things like, “Oh he likes the cock this one.” “Ram that cock into his mouth yeah!” “Choke the little bitch with it!”



After what seemed like a lifetime, but was probably about ten minutes, I felt him begin to shudder and his thigh muscles quiver with exertion. Finally, he pulled back, grasping his cock in his hand , stroking it fast. A string of saliva followed it out of my mouth as I coughed and gasped for air. Saliva sliding down my chin and dangling off of his cock in a sticky line.



“Rub your man-clit while I cum on your face,” he grunted at me and my hand went down to my small hard pecker.



It was slimy and wet from my own precum so I began jerking off with my thumb and forefinger prompting Henderson to say, “Jesus, he can’t even jerk off like a man.”



I heard his loud groan, and felt his first spurt of cum splash into my face. After two further spurts my eyelids were pasted firmly shut by his cum. I opened my mouth in time to catch a spurt as it shot into the back of my throat. I swallowed, only to feel another spurt hit my face just above my mouth, filling one nostril with cum.



I tried to dislodge the cum in my nose, but felt two or three smaller shots hit my forehead and cheeks, sliding down to coat my face in a sheen of cum. Then his cock head slap heavily onto my face spreading it around, smearing it on me. The feeling of this was too much for me, and I felt my whole body rock with a massive orgasm. I shot three large spurts of cum out of my own dick covering my overalls.



“Whoa… look at his little pecker shoot!” Henderson yelled pointing.



TJ looked down on me checking out his handy work. He was satisfied I had found my place in prison life now. He made me lick his dick clean and then he put it away back inside his overalls. The guard then came to the cell and the two men stepped away from me acting innocent. he screwed his face up, “Jesus H. Motherfucking Christ, can’t you guys ever keep it in your pants around here.”



“What ya talkin’ about boss?” TJ said acting innocent.



The guard just shook his head in disgust and then yelled at me to get dressed calling me a pin dick faggot, which made me blush. After I was back in my orange jumpsuit the guard opened the door and approached me with some manacles. “Ah Sir, can I get a towel to wipe myself before we go?” I asked.



“Shit boy, what d’ya think this is the fucking Hilton? No you’re goin’ in with your shame on your face for all to see,” he said. He then handcuffed me behind my back and shackled my bare feet. It was time to go join the general prison population. In more than one way I was about to do the walk of shame.



The guys were ahead of me as we walking into our cell block and at first there was some shouts of welcome to TJ and Hendo as other inmates recognised them. Then they seen me hobbling along and the catcalls and insults began to fly in my direction. I’ve seen enough prison movies to know this is part of a new inmates initiation. To see if he’ll break. The prisoners usually run a book on it.



Then someone close to me spotted the cum on my face and shouted out, “Hey guys, this fish comes with tar tar sauce!” The inmates around us erupted into hysterical laughter as they spotted the source of my shame. That’s how I got my prison nickname that stuck with me my whole of my time inside, ‘Tar Tar’ which eventually became: ‘ta-ta’.



*****



My first night in Prison was frightening as inmates yelled out trying to scare me. It worked I was shitting myself all night. I was luckily put in a cell by myself which a guard told me would only last until I was used to the prison, and settled in. Then I would have to share with another prisoner. It just all seemed so overwhelming and strange.



The next morning I was taken to the showers which was a communal affair with all the men sharing the same space. There were windows near the roof where armed guards monitored the activity of the rowdy prisoners. Upon entering the big bathroom I picked up a towel and small piece of soap and went to a vacant spot on a bench where a guard told me to undress. So I did taking off my orange overalls, the guard smirked at my appearance and then told me to put it all in a large linen skip.



He showed me a door saying once I was showered and dried I could get clean clothes in there. “OK pindick, the showers are through there.”



I walked into the shower room which was one large wet room with about twenty showers all running with soapy nude men under them chatting loudly. When I entered though a prisoner yelled out to me, “Hey, where’s your dick?”



The other prisoners all turned and looked at me as stony silence fell across the showers



Then they all started to laugh.



Not a giggle or guffaw or a smirk of superiority even. A raucous belly laugh that made me turn every shade of red and pink you could imagine. I walked to the nearest shower and a couple of men stepped aside as I wet myself in the near cold water. ‘Great!’ I thought, ‘A cold shower to make it even smaller!’



The guard came back in and yelled at the men to get on with it and the guys all went back to showering. However the men near me couldn’t take their eyes off my small cock. It made my little dick tingle like it always does when people stare at it.



Finally a black man with a big cock (must have been 6″ soft) said, “Broh, you got some kind of disability or something?”



“Er No,” I replied while soaping myself.



“How do ya fuck with that thing? Do the chicks laugh at you?” he said and another black man high-fived him.



I didn’t answer initially because I knew I was on a hiding to nothing if I did. The best thing to do was to just go along with it. After all I do have a small cock so what am I going to say. I can’t deny it, or pretend it’s bigger. I was fully exposed in here and all these guys were checking me out. They were all talking about me in the most degrading ways.



Eventually I said, “I… I just want to have my shower is all. I’m not looking for trouble.”



“Walkin’ in here wid dat man-clit… trouble gonna find you, ta-ta,” the black man said.



“I don’t want it… I mean tell me how I can avoid it?” I asked. What did I have to lose?



‘Well cos you have no dick that means around here you’re pussy. So if you don’t want your ass raped by every nasty fucker in here then you need protection,” he said.



“Who can give me that kind of protection?” I asked looking around.



The black guy shrugged, “Depends on you I guess. Depends who you prefer to have fucking that sweet ass of yours.”



That hit me hard. Protection I realised didn’t mean I would be left alone. It just meant I’d be the exclusive property of one man, or a group of guys. Theirs to use whenever they felt like it, but protected from the rest of the prison population trying anything with me. I had read about the gang rapes in prison and I knew the choice that was now being presented to me,



Be someone’s property, or be everyone’s property.



These guys weren’t going to do anything in the shower though. Despite what you may think about ‘dropping the soap’ and all that. There were about five armed guards peering down on us from above as we washed. Later I found out that their guns had rubber bullets, and if anyone stepped out of line they got shot. I don’t know if you’ve been shot with a rubber bullet while you’re naked. I can assure you it isn’t nice.



*****



After I had dressed again I went back to my cell and a guard finally brought me some canvas shoes to wear. At least that made me look less like a fish. Then we were ushered to the dining area for breakfast and lined up along a servery to get some fake eggs, bacon, and toast. One thing I found about prison food is that any meat they serve is just plain awful, it’s obviously the cheapest they can get. But I digress.



As I walked with my tray to find a table I could see people looking at me and making jokes. I could also see that people sat in definite gang groups and I was really at a loss to know who would be better offering me protection. I just didn’t know anyone. Then I heard a voice say, “Hey ta-ta, over here!”



I looked over and there sat Hendo sitting with a group of guys. So I shrugged and walked over to him sitting down next to him. “Hey Hendo,” I said.



“How was your first night in stir?” he asked. “Fucking awful, but you knew that?” I said with a slight grin.



“I want ya to meet someone. This is Spider,” he said pointing to the guy sitting on the other side of me.



I turned and said, “Hi,” and he just nodded not really looking at me. He looked like a pretty tough guy to be honest. He had loads of tats on his thick arms that I could see, a goatee, black hair and a very solid frame. Spider looked like the he kind of guy who always kicked ass in a bar fight.



Hendo then said, “Got some advice for ya ta-ta. It’s not cool for a white guy to hang out with blacks in here. This isn’t the united fucking nations.”



“I-I’m not hanging out with anyone?” I said.



“In the shower, you were talking to Hoss and his crew. It was noted,” Hendo said casually then shoved some fake egg into his mouth.



“But in that holding cell you…” I began.



Hendo glared at me saying, “That don’t count. That was just a shit stir. You’re in the real world now.”



“I don’t know anyone. Those guys didn’t even tell me their names.”



Then Spider spoke in a deep voice that surprised me, “What did they say?”



“They told me if I didn’t want to be gang raped by every fucker in here I needed to find some protection,” I said.



“Did they offer you to ride with them?” he then asked.



“I don’t think so. I mean it didn’t seem like it,” I answered honestly.



Hendo then said, “The last white pussy to ride with the blacks ended up three knees deep. So just remember that.”

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