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This is a work of pure fiction, all character portrayed are 18 years of age or older. This story contains male/female and female/female incest. If you are offended by this please do not read. All characters are fictional; any similarities to other people real/fictional, living or dead are purely coincidental and are not an attempt to infringe on any other’s copy write.









Audrey half smiled and nodded. Rhys didn’t wait for her to say anything. He climbed over Rachel, took hold of Audrey and tossed her onto her hands and knees. He quickly got between her legs and started to run his hard cock up and down her slit. “You know how this game is played. Tell me what you want.”



“I want you to fuck me Rhys, please fuck me.” She said as he lightly drew his fingers up and down her spine.



“Very good” He found her opening and slid inside her easily, and slowly worked himself into her. “Is this what you like? Do you like having your big brother fuck you?” He started slowly thrusting into her.



“Yes Rhys I love it. Please fuck me, make me your little slut. Make me take your dick, fill my hoho with your dick.” He loved hearing her talk like that.



“Hoho, that’s a great word, I like that.” He thrust into her harder. “Rachel get over here and play with her like she did with you.” She didn’t need to be told twice. She quickly rolled over and started to run her hands all over Audrey’s body, her nipples, her stomach, her back, her clit.



After a few more thrusts he reached down and gathered Audrey’s long hair and wrapped it around his hand and pulled back as he thrust into her. She let out a cry of pleasure as he did. He placed his other hand on her tight little ass and started to rub her little asshole with his thumb. “That’s a good little girl, good little sister, take your big brother’s cock.”



“I will be a good girl. I will take your dick, please fuck me.” He drove his cock harder into her. It wasn’t long before she was gasping for air. “Please can I cum? Please make me cum.” She half said half moaned.



“Oh you think you want to cum do you?” He thrust harder and faster into her. Watching Rachel play with her body.



“Yes please I want to cum, please let me cum.” She thrust back onto his cock as hard as she could. The sounds of bodies slapping together and the smell of sex filled the air.



“You have been a good little girl so cum for me now.” He commanded and pounded into her as hard as he could. He felt her pussy spasm around his cock as let out a broken scream. He didn’t slow down. He knew he was close. Shortly he felt his cock started to jump as he came into her. A few more moments and he fell onto the bed, reached out for both of them and pulled them to him. “You very good little girls, I love you both so much.”



He wasn’t sure when he fell asleep. He glanced at the clock, only a little after four, and he was almost hard. He carefully climbed out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. He smiled when he got back to the bed and saw his naked little sisters sleeping in his bed. He carefully rolled Rachel onto her back and spread her legs. He loved look of surprise on her face as she came fully awake as he pushed his hard cock into her. He pounded hard and fast into her and was soon ready to cum. He didn’t think of her as he fucked, he just drove into her. He didn’t try to hold back, he just wanted to cum, and it didn’t take long.



When he next woke it was after nine. He untangled himself from his sisters, went downstairs started a pot of coffee, took a shower, and then sat naked cup of coffee in hand, turned on the tv, and waited for his sisters to wake up. An hour later the twins were awake, fast broken, and he was trying to figure out what to do with the day. After some thought he decided “Let be touristy today.” He took a sip of his coffee. “I want you two to go up and find cute above the knee skirts, nice blouses, and cute shoes. Then we will drive into Belfast and do some window shopping, buy hats with moose antlers you can send to the parents, and the whole nine yards.”



It wasn’t long before they were on the road, and he was glad that his little pick up had a bench seat with three seat belts. Winter in Maine was not a major time for tourist and traffic was light. He gave his sisters a wicked smile. “Pull the front of those skirts up and show each other what you have got under them.” He knew full well they had nothing under them, having made them both show him before they left the bus. They both hesitated a moment and then did as they were told, pulling there skirts up exposing their hohos. “Very nice” He made sure to watch the road as he was driving. “So have you had lobster before?”



“No” They said together.



“Well we will have to fix that. Lobster is one of the best things about living in Maine.” He was glad they were short as he looked over them as he changed lanes. “I want you to finger each other, but you may not cum.” He loved the look they gave each other, and then almost as one they reached down and started to finger the other. “I know you two won’t be starting school until fall, but I am going to talk to a couple of the other professors and see if they would mind letting you audit a couple classes this semester. We are a couple weeks in so you would have some work to make up, but I think you could handle it.”



“Audit a class?” Audrey asked.



“Audit, you go to class, you do all the work, but you don’t get an official grade, and you don’t get any credits. I figure it will give you something to do, and keep you in the study habit.”



“You mean that we don’t get any credit for the work?” Rachel said.



“That’s right but look at the bright side, if you end up taking the same class for credit you will be a step ahead.”



“Have you ever had to do that?” Audrey asked.



“I do it all the time. I try to audit at least one class every semester. Mostly just stuff I want to take for fun. Then after I make sure to write up a review of the class for the professor, and I always welcome one of them in if they ask. It is a great way for me to get some feedback on how I teach.”



“Are we going to get to take any of your classes?”



“No, you could audit them if you like, but not for credit. We have to avoid anything that might be seen as giving you an unfair advantage.”



Soon they were walking the streets of Belfast and the weather was cold and perfect. He could see they were not used to the cold air, and very sure they were not used to having it blow up their skirts onto bare hohos. Their first stop was The Nut Shoppe, it was quiet and had great hot tea; Mom’s a little gift shop let them get the hats with moose antlers. Then after a visiting the other shops in town and walking the Belfast green they found Bob’s Lobster Shack, small, lots of wood, and fairly busy. They sat at a small corner table, Rhys between his sisters. He glanced at the menu and knew what he would be ordering for them. First hot coffee to take off some of the chill they had all picked up walking around and then the three largest lobsters they had. It wasn’t long before he got to enjoy the looks on his sister’s faces when large platters with a huge lobster on each were set in front of them. The next hour was filled with laughter, lobster juice, pulling pits of shell of their mouth’s, and pure enjoyment just being together.



About half way through his lobster Rhys set his fork down and looked at his sister. “I want you two to know I love you both very much.” He reached over and gave them each a hug. He then pulled them both in so he could whisper and be heard. “And I want you both to know something.” He gave them each smile. “Before this weekend is out, you are both going to get fucked in the ass.” He loved the look of shock and surprise on both their faces, and dug back into his lobster.



Rhys ordered a blueberry pie to take home because he knew none of them could eat another bit, but didn’t want to miss what he was guessing was one of the best pies in the state.



The drive home was quiet; both girls fell asleep in the car almost before had the car in gear. He kept the radio and heat low so they could sleep as comfortable as possible. As he pulled into the driveway next to the bus he looked at his sister and wondered if he might be able to carry them both up to bed without waking them, and then Audrey half opened her eyes and smiled at him.



A little while later he had both of his sisters tucked into his bed, and he sat in his chair with a hookah lit, and scotch in hand. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so satisfied. He had a great day with is sisters, had more sex in the last few days then he had in the last five years, and a really great meal. Life was indeed very good. He turned on one of his favorite black and white John Wayne movies and just reveled in the moment. He didn’t remember falling asleep in his chair, which he did regularly before his sisters moved in. As a single guy it didn’t bother anyone if he slept in his chair. He woke and felt someone curled up with him. He looked down to see Audrey at some point and come down and slid in next to him. He blinked a few time to try and focus and saw it was almost two. He reached over her, picked up his glass and took his last swallow of scotch, then grabbed the remote and turned off the tv. He knew the door was locked, he had checked it after settling the girls, and the coal on his hookah and burnt out hours ago.



He carefully stood and picked up Audrey and to his own surprise carried her up the tight spiral stairs without banging her head. Once he laid her down he got out of his clothes and lay down. As he settled in to sleep she opened her eyes and smiled up at him. “Are you really going to fuck us in the ass?” she asked.



He almost laughed “You better believe I am.” He gave her a quick kiss, and was asleep almost instantly. He woke to the smell of coffee and bacon, and the sound of his sisters laughing downstairs. He stretched and enjoyed waking up to such great sounds and smells, after a few minutes he made his way down. Rachel had found an apron someplace and was trying best to pretend to make breakfast. Mom’s best dish was ordering out, and it was clear his sisters had gotten their cooking skills from her. “Morning” He said and he got to the bottom of the stairs. They both looked at him with a mix of surprise and a little worry.



“Morning” He could see Rachel was struggling with what she was doing.



“We were going to bring you breakfast in bed” Audrey said.



“Sorry I spoiled the surprise.” He sat down and turned on some back ground music. Audrey quickly poured him a cup of coffee and brought it over.



“I see you’re hard. Would you like me to suck you off while Rachel finishes making breakfast?”



He was surprised at what she said, but loved the idea. “That would be very nice” He said and took sip of his coffee. She dropped to her knees in front of him and instantly took his cock into her mouth. She was clearly working him as hard and fast as she could. He closed his eyes and relaxed and let her work, not holding back in any way. It wasn’t long before he was grunting as he fired his cum into her mouth. He opened his eyes and smiled down at her as she finished lapping the last drops of cum off his cock.



“If you’re ready to eat I think its food” Rachel said holding a plate for him. He could see she was worried about how she had done.



“Thank you” He took the plate. He liked his bacon almost black and his eggs basically the same. She had gotten them about three fourth perfect for his taste, yet still very good. “This is good. You did very well” He said between bites. After he finished his breakfast and two more cups of coffee he looked over at them. “Ok, unless there is something you two would like to do today I think I know what’s next” He took another sip of his coffee.



They looked at each other, and then to him. “No, I don’t think there is anything special we would like to do” Audrey said.



“Good, then why don’t you both hit a shower, shave your cute little hoho’s, do each other nails and what not, and then I will let you know what I have planned.” They didn’t say anything as they ran off to do as he said. He sat down and pulled up his laptop and started doing a little research. He wasn’t sure where the idea had come from, but he liked it. It didn’t take him long, and he waited for the girls, about two hours later they came down, both looking great.



“Now what Rhys?” Rachel asked.



“We are going into town. So go get dressed, whatever you would like to wear, but no underwear.” He went up himself and quickly dressed. He didn’t tell them where they were going, and they didn’t ask. He could see they were a little nervous. It was only a few minutes and he pulled up in front of a store front with Tattoo in big letters on the window. “We are all going to be getting the same tattoo.”



“A tattoo? Really, cool” Audrey said. “I have always wanted a tattoo.



“Me too” from Rachel.



He headed inside. He knew the artist. He had been a student of his a couple years ago. He made quick introductions and then took out a piece of paper with his idea roughed out. The collar found around scots coats-of-arms with “siblings friends love forever and always” written on the collar. He told him they all wanted them on the inside of the left wrist. It didn’t take the artist long to do a nice rendering of Rhys’s idea. All three agree they liked it. A few minutes later and the artist had his machine set up and Rhys sat down with his arm out and waited to get his first tattoo. He was surprised by how much it hurt. Not the worst pain he ever felt, but more than he expected. Half an hour later and he was looking at the finished piece, bright blue, and white and perfect. He was very pleased. He watched as the artist repeated the process on each of his sisters.



Back at the bus he smiled at his sisters. “Now you two get your pretty little butts up on my bed.” The quickly went up the stairs. He took off his shirt and followed. He was naked by the time he entered his small bed room. “You said you have been having sexy times together for a while right?” They both nodded. “Good, show me.” Audrey almost looked confused.



“You mean you want us to.”



“I mean I want you two to have sexy time right now.” He stood by the door watching.



Rachel moved first drawing the backs of her fingers down Audrey’s neck, between her little breast and down to her stomach. It wasn’t long before they were kissing and fingering each other.



“Rachel you need to start licking her little hoho.” He loved the word they used for their pussies. She didn’t hesitate. She quickly kissed and licked her way down Audrey’s body. He kept watching as licked and kissed and sucked away. “Now lick her ass.” She pushed Audrey’s legs higher so she could do as she was told. He could see Audrey was enjoying the new feeling. After a few minutes he got a bottle of lube and walked over to the bed. He took one of Rachel’s hands and poured some on her fingers. “Now put a finger in her ass.” Rachel pressed her finger slowly into Audrey’s ass. Audrey gasped as Rachel’s finger finally entered her tight little hole. He sat down on the bed next to them and started to play with Audrey’s little tits. “Do you like that? Do you like having your sister’s finger in your ass?”



“It’s different, but nice.”



“Good.” He looked down at Rachel. “Now another finger” Rachel did as she was told. It wasn’t long before she was powerfully thrusting three fingers into her sister’s ass. Rhys stood up, poured lube on his hard cock, and climbed between Audrey’s legs. “I am going to fuck your little ass now.” He said taking hold of Rachel’s wrist and pulling her hand out of the way. He took hold of his cock and pressed it against Audrey’s little ass. “Just relax, you will be ok, I am not going to hurt you.” He pressed harder until the head of his cock popped into her ass. She inhaled and looked right into his eyes. Ever so slowly he worked his cock deeper and deeper into her, letting her body get used to him, and watching her face for any signs of pain. “That’s a good girl, do you like that?”



“Yes.”



“Yes what?”



“Yes, I like having my big brother fuck my ass” she said and started to match his thrusts.



“Are you going to cum while I fuck your ass?” He started moving faster into her.



“Yes, please fuck my ass big brother, please make me cum.”



He loved to hear her talk like that, and was soon pounding hard and fast into her. “That’s it little sister, cum while I fuck your little ass, cum for me.” It didn’t take her long to do just that. She tossed her head back and all but screamed between gasps for air. He could feel her body clamp down around his cock. He pressed into her and held still while she came, and then slowly pulled out of her. He looked at Rachel and smiled. “Now it’s your turn.”

Es war ein strahlender Sommertag, gerade erst 11:00 Uhr und der Tag sollte noch vor uns liegen. Wie verabredet erschien sie auch noch pünktlich vor dem Brunnen auf unserem kleinen Marktplatz. Wir hatten kein Erkennungszeichen ausgemacht und dennoch wusste ich sofort, sie muss es sein. Ihr ging es ähnlich und sie kam direkt auf mich zu. Unsere Beschreibungen voneinander waren nicht sehr detailiert gewesen und jetzt sowieso Schnee von gestern, wir konnten uns real sehen und mussten nichts aus der Phantasie hinzufügen. Schon im ersten Moment drang ein Strahlen aus ihrem Gesicht zu mir und ich meine mir gelang das gleiche. Es war nicht Liebe auf den ersten Blick, sondern die Freude an dem Moment, diesem Menschen gegenüberzustehen, und natürlich die Vorfreude, was alles noch kommen würde. Es lag alles im Raum und ohne Erwartungen, das etwas Bestimmtes passieren muss, konnten wir unser erstes Zusammensein angehen. Alles kann, nix muss.



Nach einer sehr sanften ersten Umarmung mit einem Begrüssungsbusserl auf die Wange merkte ich eine besondere Faszination, die aus ihr heraustrat. Ihr Duft war herrlich. Sie roch nach dem Leben und es prickelte durch meine Nase in meinen gesamten Körper hinein. Das ist wohl das, wenn man sagt, man kann sich gut riechen. Es ist wundervoll, wenn man das bei einem Menschen spürt.



„Du bist also Britt” sagte ich zu ihr und sie lächelte mich an und entgegenete „Ich bin Britt und ich wünsche mir als erstes einen leckeren Eisbecher mit Dir zu schlecken.” „Da kann ich eigentlich nicht nein sagen!” und wir gingen durch die aufgebauten Marktstände hindurch in Richtung Breite Strasse, wo das nächste sonnenbeschienene Eiscafe der Stadt war. Unserem Gespräch auf dem Weg konnte ich kaum folgen, da mir immer noch ihr Geruch in der Nase lag, der sich jetzt mit den herrlichen Aromen der Blumen und Obststände vermischte. So riecht der Sommer und ich fühlte mich ein Stück weit verzaubert. Wir schlenderten hindurch und machten kleine Scherze über unsere Umwelt. Unser Blick für das Leben schien doch sehr ähnlich zu sein, denn wir fanden eine herzliche Weise, miteinander zu lachen, obwohl doch eine herrliche Spannung zwischen uns war.



Im Eiscafe angekommen, setzten wir uns ein wenig abseits an einen sonnenbeschirmten Tisch. Ein herrlicher Platz am Rande der Fussgängermeile. Mit freiem Blick auf das Passantengewühl im Einkaufsstress. Ein schöner Platz für die Voyeure des Alltags. Wir setzten uns eng zusammen und tuschelten uns unsere Witzchen und Anmerkungen zu den Vorbeieilenden ins Ohr. Als die Bedienung sich uns näherte wollte ich doch mal zur Karte greifen, doch sie nahm meine Hand und schaute mir entschlossen in die Augen. Ohne mir etwas zu sagen teilte sie mir mit, dass ich sie gewähren lassen sollte. Sie wandte sich der jungen Südländerin zu und bestellte einen Eisbecher mit zwei Löffeln. Erst fühlte ich mich von dieser Dominanz ein wenig bedrückt, doch ihr zärtlicher Griff nach meiner Hand, die sie weiterhin festhielt, machte dieses Gefühl längst wett. Wenn andere die Initiative ergreifen fühle ich mich wohl, besonders wenn es zu einem Wechselspiel wird. Wie schön sich unsere Hände ineinander fügten.



Der grandiose Eisbecher kam und jetzt war ich so sehr von Ihrer Wahl begeistert. Es gab eigentlich ganz schlicht eine Mischung aus Stracciatellea-, Wallnuss- und Vanilleeis, übersät mit Schokoraspeln. Meine Lieblingseisorten und sie hat den Geschmack voll getroffen. Wir griffen uns die Löffel und stocherten beide in den Becher hinein. Fast gleichzeitig führten wir ohne jegliche Absprache die Löffel kreuzweise zum Mund des anderen und mussten ein wenig darüber lachen. Zwei Doofe ein Gedanke und der war wirklich schön. Den Blick fest auf die Augen und den Mund des anderen gerichtet verflossen wir zu einer Eislöffel lutschenden Skulptur. Ich wünschte mir sofort, das Eis auf ihrem Löffel zu sein, so sinnlich und schön bewegten sich Ihre Lippen und Ihre Zunge über den Metallöffel hinweg. Sie hat einen wunderschön geformten Mund, der sehr zum Küssen einlädt. Natürlich waren wir nicht so zielsicher, dass jeder Löffel direkt den Weg zum Mund finden konnte. Unsere Münder sahen doch denen von kleinen Kindern sehr ähnlich, die sich das Eis fast überall hinschmieren. Nachdem wir unsere kleine Eisorgie beendet hatten, beugte ich mich zu Ihr rüber und wollte sie küssen, was sie sofort zugestehen wollte. Dabei konnte ich der Versuchung aber nicht wiederstehen und leckte Ihr sanft die Eisreste um Ihre Lippen herum und lutsche sie langsam ab. Sie schloss ihre Augen und machte den Eindruck, dass es ihr wirklich grosse Freude bereitete. Den Abschluss bildete ein leckerer feuchter süsser Kuss, wobei wir unsere Lippen fest aneinander pressten.



Wir beschlossen, aus der Stadt heraus zu fahren und in einem Waldgebiet einen Spaziergang zu machen. Als wir auf dem Parkplatz ankamen, griff Britt auf den Hintersitz ihres Wagens und zog eine Decke hervor, die sie mir beim Aussteigen über das Dach zuwarf. Ich rollte die Decke ein und legte sie mir unter den Arm. Wir schlenderten in Richtung Waldweg los und sie versicherte mir nocheinmal, dass sie sich hier überhaupt nicht auskennt, und ich bestätigte ihr dasselbe von mir. Wir erzählten uns von userem Leben ohne grossartig zu jammern. Es gibt nichts schöneres, als von einem Menschen aus seinem Leben und den schönen Seiten zu erfahren. Wir fanden immer mehr heraus, wie ähnlich wir dachten. Logisch, liberal, freiheitsliebend und aufmerksam für den Rest der Welt.



Es war wirklich ein heisser Tag und obwohl der Wald eine Milderung dieser Hitze für uns bereithielt, wurde uns doch schön warm durch die Lauferei. Nach etwa einer dreiviertel Stunde gelangten wir an den Rand eines Waldsees, der durch das dicke Ufergestrüpp zu sehen war. Weiter dem Weg folgend fanden wir eine kleine Wiese am Seerand und wir beschlossen ein kleine Pause auf unserer Decke einzulegen. Während ich die Decke auf dem herrlich vermoosten Grün ausbreitete und eine Flasche Wasser aus meinem Rucksack befreite, stand Britt direkt am Ufer und streckte sich der Sonne entgegen. Es war das erste Mal, dass ich ihre Figur genauer betrachtete. Sie war schon recht gross, so um die 1,80 und dabei schlank gebaut. In Ihrer Bluejeans zeichnete sich ein schön geformter Po über den sportlichen Beinen ab, der eine wunderschöne Linie über Ihre Taille und den Rücken, bis hin zum Nacken mit dem Kopf und den kurzen dunklen Haaren vollführte. Sie drehte sich kurz um, zwinkerte mir zu und bückte sich nach ihren Schuhen. Sie zog sie geschwind aus und und griff nach dem Knopf und dem Zipper ihrer Jeans, die sie ebenso schnell herabstreifte und zu mir auf die Decke warf. Ihr Top war jetzt auch kein langwieriges Hinderniss mehr und sie drehte sich zu mir um, kam auf mich zu, gab mir einen intensiven Kuss. Während sie wieder zurücktrat zog sie Ihren Slip herunter und wandte sich dem Wasser zu. Mit einem Hüpfer stand sie im flachen Wasser und ein Hechter brachte sie komplett in das kühle Nass. Es imponierte mir, wie frei sie sich bewegte und ich konnte nicht herum, es ihr gleichzutun. Schnell entledigte ich mich meiner Klamotten und ging in den See. Puuhhhhh, war das Wasser kalt. Dennoch suchte ich die Erfrischung und ging langsam voran in die Tiefe des Sees. Britt war schon in die Mitte vorangeschwommen und ich folgte Ihr mit einigen Kraulschlägen. Bei ihr angekommen umarmte sie mich fest und ihr schlanker aber dennoch weicher Körper schlang sich um meinen. Das Gefühl ihrer erstarrten Nippel an meiner Brust brachte mir trotz des kalten Wassers eine schnell anschwellende Errektion. Natürlich spürte sie das sofort und lachte mich dabei an.



Wir schwammen zurück in Richtung Ufer, wo das Wasser doch erheblich wärmer wurde und wieder schmiegte sie sich an mich und forcierte mit Ihren Schenkeln das weitere Anschwellen meiner Männlichkeit. Ein sehr schönes Gefühl, doch dann sagte sie bei einem Kuss an mein Ohr, „lass uns ans Ufer gehen, bevor Du hier eine Überschwemmung mit Deinem Schwanz anrichtest” und löste sich von mir und schritt eilig aus dem See. Langsam folgte ich Ihr und sie wartete gespannt am Ufer auf mich. Ihr Blick war fest auf den Moment gerichtet, als mein Bester aus dem Wasser erschien. Ohne den Blick zu lösen striff sie sich das abperlende Nass von Ihrer Haut. Als ich nahe bei Ihr war fasste sie mit einer Hand um meinen Sack und bemerkte nur noch „ein schönes Stück”. Ich war so sehr erregt, auch von dem Anblick ihres schönen Körpers. Der natürliche Teint ihrer Haut lies sie so sanft erscheinen. Ihre festen kleinen Brüste formten sich wohlproportioniert in dieses Gesamtkunstwerk der Natur.



Bevor sie ihre Hand löste, gab sie mir einen langen Kuss und das erste Mal fanden sich unsere verwickelten Zugen in geschmeidiger Bewegung miteinander. Sie ging zu unserer Decke, nahm die Wasserflasche und trank davon. Dabei liess sie das gute Wasser ein wenig an ihrem Mund vorbeilaufen, was einen sehr verwegenen erotischen Eindruck machte, wie es über ihr Kinn hinweg, den Hals und die Brust und ihren Bauch benetzte. Da ich noch sehr nass war blieb ich in der Sonne stehen und trocknete meine Haut, während sie sich auf die Decke niederliess. Auf einen Ellbogen gestützt verteilte sie die letzte Feuchtigkeit auf ihrer Haut und strich sich mit der Hand über den ganzen Körper. Sie winkelte ein Bein an und ich konnte den schmalen Haarstreifen über ihrer Vagina das erste mal deutlich sehen. Wie schön feucht ihr Fleisch an dieser Stelle aussah. Jedenfalls rieb ihre Hand mit versetzten Fingern nun nur noch über diesen Bereich. Mit meiner Errektion schien ich jetzt wirklich nicht mehr allein zu sein.



Da lag sie also vor mir in der Sonne auf unserer Decke, umrandet von dem saftigen Grün der bemoosten Wiese. Sie war erregt und hatte keine Hemmungen, mir dies zu zeigen. Es erregt mich umso mehr, dass sie sich selbst streichelte und mich dabei mit einem sehr verführerischen Blick anstarrte. Meine angeschwollene Latte stand entsprechend in der Sonne, aber ich ging das Spiel ein und blieb weiter in der Sonne stehen, schaute mich am See ein wenig um, war mir aber sicher, dass wir an diesem Fleckchen Natur alleine waren. Ich lies sie gewähren, mich als Lustobjekt zu betrachten und genoss es selbst sehr. Mittlerweile hatten ihre Finger die Feuchtigkeit aus der Vagina über den gesamten Schambereich verteilt. Aus meiner Position konnte ich das Fluid in der Sonne glänzen sehen. Ein wunderschöner Anblick. Nie zuvor hat mir eine Frau ihre Lust so frei gezeigt und sich selbst so sehr genossen. Das war ein Teil Erotik, den ich sehr schön und frei finde. Was war in früheren Beziehungen gewesen, dass ich sowas bisher nie hatte erleben dürfen.



Während sie ihre Finger nunmehr tief in ihrer zarten Spalte vergraben hatte, näherte ich mich unserem Lager und lies mich neben Britt nieder. Ich schaute ihr zu und betrachtete ihren Körper, der jetzt noch viel schöner aussah, weil die Haut im Zwiespiel mit der Sonne eine so schöne sanfte Tönung verriet. Während ich meinen Blick über sie wandern lies, wurde ihre Erregung immer heftiger und sie fing an mit den Hüften dem Takt ihrer Finger entgegenzugehen. Sie leckte sich ihre Lippen und lehnte sich zurück. Sie schloss die Augen, ihr Atmen wurde heftiger und es entrannen ihr leichte Stöhnlaute. Sie war verdammt noch mal sehr erregt und in ihrer eigenen Welt. Es reizte mich so sehr, ihr beizuwohnen, aber ich wollte sie so erleben, wie sie jetzt war, unabhängig vom Rest der Welt. Obwohl ich mir schon vorstellte, wie ich ihre schönen Brüste lecken würde, verbot ich es mir und fing an, mich selbst ein wenig zu streicheln.



Es dauerte nicht mehr sehr lang und Ihr Stöhnen wurde zu kleinen Schreien, sie hatte ihre Schenkel sehr weit gespreizt und mein lüsterner Blick konnte deutlich sehen, wie ihre Finger immer heftiger in sie eindrangen und ihr Daumen heftig um ihr Lustkügelchen rieb. Nachdem sie die Finger der zweiten Hand mit ihrer Zunge geleckt hatte, fing sie an, ihre Harten Knospen damit zu reiben und ihre Brüste zu kneten. Das reichte ihr aber nicht und sie führte jetzt auch die zweite Hand zwischen ihre Schnenkel, befeuchtete sie dort und rieb intensiv ihre Schenkelinnenseiten, befeuchtete die Lustgriffel erneut in ihrer Pussy und massierte wieder ihre Brüste. Das war auch der Augenblick, als sie um so heftiger in sich eindrang und dort verharrte, sich ihren Fingern entgegenwarf und mit einem laut gebrummten Stöhnen der Lust entledigte. Ihr Körper pulsierte vor Erregung und sie lies langsam ihre Finger aus der Scheide entgleiten und legte die Hand flach über ihre nun sehr geschwollenen und geröteten Schammlippen, die sie mehrfach fest damit knetete. Danach legt sie sich die nass triefende Hand auf den Bauch und starrte mir mit einem sehr glücklichen und gelösten Blick in die Augen. Eigentlich wollte ich ihr sofort sagen wie geil ich diese Vorstellung fand, doch Worte hätte jetzt nur gestört. Also beugte ich mich zu ihr, küsste sie sanft auf ihre leicht verschwitzte Stirn und führte ihre immer noch feuchte Hand zu meinem Mund. Mit meiner Zunge leckte ich alle Spuren ihrer Feuchtigkeit von der Hand. Sie schmeckte so wunderbar und als ich alles in meinem Mund aufgenommen hatte zog sie mich zu sich und wir verfielen in einen langen genüsslichen Kuss. Danach schmiegte sie sich mit ihrem Rücken an meine Brust und meinen Bauch, mein immer noch erregter Schwanz lag an ihrem Po und ich umarmte sie an der Brust, die ich zärtlich mit meiner Hand umschloss. So schliefen wir zärtlich ein.



Als wir später wieder aufwachten, hatte sich die Sonne hinter den Bäumen verzogen und wir lagen bereits im etwas kühleren Schatten des hohen Waldrandes. Wir küssten uns zärtlich wach und beschlossen wieder in die Stadt aufzubrechen. Es war Zeit etwas zu essen, denn unsere Mägen knurrten schon voller Appetit und es verlangte nach einer Stärkung für all das, was an diesem Wochenende noch auf uns zukommen mochte.



Während wir uns anzogen fiel durch die Bäume noch ein gebrochener Schimmer des warmen Sonnenlichtes auf unsere Wiese, wodurch einfach ein wundervolles Farbenspiel der Natur um uns spielte. Natürlich konnte ich meinen Blick nicht von ihrem herrlichen Körper lassen. Selbst als sie ihre wundervollen Rundungen im Top versteckt hatte, merkte ich noch immer die gnadenlose Erregung, die dieser ästhetische Anblick in meinem Körper, meiner Seele und meiner Fantasie aufbaute. Entsprechend musste ich auch meinen halbharten Schwengel in der Hose unterbringen, wobei ich mich ein wenig umständlich anstellte. Sie bemerkte dies mit einem Kichern und fragte, ob sie helfen könnte. Allerdings wollte ich hier noch keine Hilfe, freute ich mich doch schon sehr, die gesteigerte Erregung später mit ihr zusammen zu erlösen. Wir packten die Decke zusammen und machten uns Hand in Hand auf den Weg zum Auto. Ein schönes Gefühl, handhaltend mit einer fröhlichen Leichtigkeit durch die Natur zu laufen, die Waldbewohner zu belauschen und sich am Jetzt und Hier zu erfreuen. Aber es war definitiv nicht nur das Jetzt und Hier, sondern auch die Vorfreude auf das, was wir uns noch geben würden, und die Leichtigkeit, mit der wir miteinander umgehen konnten.



Das Auto war natürlich sehr überhitzt, als wir die Türen öffneten. Also liessen wir erstmal frische Luft hinein und nahmen uns noch ein wenig Zeit, Zärtlichkeiten auszutauschen. Es war nicht nur dieser wahnsinnig lange innige Kuss, sondern wiederum auch das Gefühl ihres Körpers, der sich so sanft an den meinen schmiegte. Sie war sehr schlank, aber dennoch so weich und angenehm. Ich kam auch nicht umhin, ihren wundervollen Po bei dieser Umarmung zu streicheln und zu kneten. Welche Wonne ich dabei in ihr auslöste, merkte ich erst, als sie mit einem tiefen Seufzer ihr rechtes Bein hob und seitlich um meinen Körper schlang. Sie wollte mehr! Also knetete ich ihr Hinterteil umso fester und lies meine Hand auch tiefer in ihre Pospalte rutschen. Trotz des festen Denims ihrer Jeans konnte ich die Wärme in ihrem Geschlecht deutlich spüren. Mit einem letchten Streichler zog ich dann aber meine Hand zurück, fasste sie am Rücken, und legte sie für ein paar schöne intensive Zungenschläge schräg in meine Arme. Die Spannung, die sie bisher bei mir ausgelöst hat, konnte ich jetzt auch bei ihr spüren. Sie war ebenso geil auf alles was noch folgen sollte. Und genau das wollte ich konservieren.



Im Auto beratschlugen wir, wie kulinarisch der Abend werden sollte. Wir entschieden uns für einfache Spagetti mit Tomatensosse und einen frischen Kopfsalat, was bei mir eigentlich immer als Sommergericht vorrätig war. Also fuhren wir zu mir, kauften unterwegs am Büdchen aber noch den passenden Rotwein ein.



Bei mir angekommen führte ich sie durch die Wohnung, zeigte ihr alles und entschuldigte mich für die gnadenlose Unordnung und Schlamperei, die bei mir herrschte, während ich mit schnellen Handgriffen wenigsten noch einige Dinge zur Seite räumte. Sie schien dieses schamhafte Verhalten zu amüsieren und lächelte. Um unseren Hunger zu stillen, bereitete ich den Kochgang vor, als sie nach einem frischen Handtuch verlangte und sich mit einer Dusche erfrischen wollte. Es kommt nicht oft vor, dass ich von null auf hundert soviel Vertrauen zu einem Menschen habe, aber in diesem Moment lies ich sie einfach an meine Schrank gehen und sich ein Handtuch aussuchen. Normal bereite ich für Gäste einfach sowas vor, beziehungsweise gebe ihnen wonach sie verlangen. Sofort bemerkte ich die Selbstverständlichkeit, mit der dieses Vertrauen erwidert wurde. Schön, wenn ein Mensch sich in meinem Zuhause sofort heimisch fühlt und dies auch so ausdrückt. Sie bewegte sich als wäre es auch ihr Heim und das gefiel mir sehr. Es war natürlich und leicht!



Die Zubereitung unseres Essens war mit wenigen Handgriffen erledigt, alles war am Brodeln, als ich ein Rufen nach mir vernahm. Also betrat ich das Bad in dem das Plätschern des Wassers und der Wasserdampf eine schöne Atmosphäre ausstrahlte. Britt war noch unter der Dusche und wollte einfach nur wissen, ob sie meinen Rasierer benutzen dürfte. Weil ich doch mit Hygiene sehr sorgsam umgehe, nahm ich den Rasierer, setzte eine neue Wechselklinge auf und gab ihn ihr in die Dusche. Sie bezauberte mich sofort wieder mit ihrem weichen Lächeln und den Grübchen, wobei sie nach dem Rasiergel griff, sich einen Faden auf die Hand spritzte und die cremige Masse über ihren gesamten Scham verteilte. Fasziniert beobachtete ich sie, wie sorgsam sie sich dort eincremte, bis sie letztendlich die Hocke ging, ihre Beine weit spreizte, sich vornüber bückte und anfing sich ihre wundervolle Muschi frisch zu rasieren. Kurz blickt sie auf zu mir und fragte micht, ob ich es lieber ganz oder mit einem Streifen habe möchte. Eigentlich war es mir egal, aber da ich schnell mehr sehen wollte, sagte ich „ganz nackt!” woraufhin sie mir einen Kuss zuwarf und die Klinge weiter über ihr geiles Geschlecht gleiten lies.



Leider konnte ich ihr dabei nicht mehr allzu lange beiwohnen, da meine Spagetti doch al Dente werden sollten. Wir wollten ja doch auch unser gemeinsames Essen geniessen können. Gerade als ich das Salatdressing über die grünen Blätter verteilte, trat sie in ein Handtuch gehüllt hinter mich, sie umarmte mich von hinten und schmiegte sich am meinen Rücken. Ich konnte das Aroma meines Duschgels an ihr riechen und sie küsste sanft meinen Nacken. „Das sieht aber sehr lecker aus und ist noch dazu mein Lieblingsgericht” hauchte sie mir ins Ohr und quittierte damit meine Mühen in der Küche. Das Essen war auch fertig, aber ich wollte mich wenigsten auch noch schnell erfrischen, eine Dusche nehmen.



Sie ging ins Wohnzimmer und suchte in meiner grossen CD-Sammlung nach passender Musik. Während ich mich im Bad einrichtete hörte ich auch schon spanische Klänge einer Mexikanischen Gruppe. Meine Lieblings-CD, die ich mir aus dem letzten Urlaub mitgebracht habe. Es erstaunte mich doch sehr, wie verwand Geschmäcker sein können und war mir sicher, nach unzähligen Fehlschlägen endlich eine tolle Frau kennengelernt zu haben, die nicht nur in mein Leben passt, sondern dieses um eine ganze Galaxis bereichert. Unter der Dusche musste ich dann auch mitträllern, was bei mir nur bei allerbester Laune passiert. Die frische Dusche konnte ich umso mehr geniessen, alles passte wie Faust aufs Auge und lösste derart positive Gefühle in mir aus. Meine Hormone tanzten Tango.

Andrea left the house that Tuesday morning as if it were like any other.



She is slim attractive, brunette, in her early thirties and has a good job in marketing. I gave her a kiss while she was still in her underwear.



I remember thinking how horny she looked, as we left for work, where we expected our days to be routine and dull as usual.



At lunchtime she was meeting a friend, as usual, in a pub not far away. Andrea ordered their meals at the bar. As she turned around she bumped into a man of about 40 standing behind her.



“Sorry,” she said. He exchanged the same apologies and Andrea returned to her friend. She noticed that he was with two smartly dressed men of about the same age.



As the two women sat talking Andrea’s friend noticed the men were looking over at them. The girls were flattered at the attention.



“You could be in there,” her friend said. “He’s not really my type,” she laughingly replied. The two friends then finished their lunch and went to move towards the door, and as they did the table of men got up and left at the same time, but again the woman took little or no notice.



The woman got into Andrea’s car and she noticed that the men got into an Audi. As she indicated to turn into the trading estate her friend said, “That Audi has just driven past.”



“Take no notice, loads of people work around here. You’re becoming paranoid.” Andrea laughed.



Andrea left work at 5 o’clock and began her journey home. After 6 miles she had to turn off the main road and drive down a badly lit country lane. This was a route that she had driven a thousand times or more, so she was quite relaxed, and possibly listening a bit too intently to a CD. It was already becoming dark by the time she was on the lane and she was following a white transit van, which was driving very slowly. She noticed a car gaining on her quickly and before long it was right behind her.



The car followed her for about two miles.



Andrea kept looking in her mirror, and realised that it was the Audi from lunchtime.



Suddenly the white van braked.



She braked but it was too late.



CRUNCH! She collided with the back.



“SHIT!” she thought. As she got out to check her car; the van driver was already out. A man, in his early thirties, about 6 feet tall, slightly built with a shaven head.



“I’m so sorry.” she told him.



“Don’t worry. Your insurance will pay for it.” he replied.” As long as the back doors open so I can use it for work there shouldn’t be a problem.”



With Andrea standing next to him, he twisted the handle of the back doors and opened them.



Andrea was going to say, “Oh, that’s good,” but she was suddenly grabbed by two men from behind and pushed into the back of the empty van. The doors were slammed closed and locked.



Shocked and stunned, Andrea banged on the doors to let her out, but the driver was already on his way. The passenger from the Audi got into Andrea’s car and followed the other two vehicles.



It was completely black in the back of the van and Andrea was thrown around as it sped along the country roads. After what seemed a lifetime, the van slowed down and eased along a very uneven and bumpy track.



Andrea was now sobbing with fear and pain.



When it finally stopped the van was parked with its’ back doors facing the front of a house. As the doors were slowly opened she rubbed her tearstained eyes and scanned the area in front of her. She was on a gravel drive, leading to a large Mansion house with a wood to one side and fields to the other. It was completely black and not a sound could be heard.



The Audi was parked next to the van and Andrea’s car was parked a further 50 yards away.



The two car drivers got out of their vehicles to be met by several others, who appeared from the house.



The men all gathered around the back of the van, as my wife cowered in a corner.



“Right. Is that camera working?” the tall man from lunchtime asked a fat man. “Yes we’re all ready here.” He replied, checking his professional video camera one last time.



Grinning, the man leant into the van, “We are all ready for you now miss. Feel free to join us.” He held out a hand, for her. Andrea emerged from the back of the van squinting as the light from the TV camera was shone in her face.



Her office attire of black jacket and skirt with a white silk blouse, were now dusty and slightly torn from her journey in the van.



She stepped out and stared at the group of men who were all looking at her with lustful, perverted eyes. The men stepped forward.



A huge, black man grabbed her from behind, pinning her arms to her sides.



“What’s your name?” the tall one politely asked her.



“Andrea.” she nervously replied, blinking into the camera’s bright light.



“Well….. Andrea, as you may have guessed you are in a lot of trouble.” He continued. “Do you know what you have been bought here for?”



“No. No, I don’t.” she whispered.



“Well…..Andrea. If you haven’t already guessed, we are all members of a special group. You can think of us as… group of sportsmen……well…. Sexual sportsmen! Everyone here has paid me a sum of money to fuck your cunt, arse, mouth and anywhere else they can think of.”



Shivering with fear and dread her mouth went dry and she was feeling uneasy on her legs. She heard two men laugh. The man turned and scowled at his accomplices.



He continued, “However, as gentlemen, we would like to give you a sporting chance, to get away.” He continued in a matter of fact tone. “We will give you a 30 seconds head start to get to your car, which is parked 50 yards away. Your car keys are in the ignition and if you can get to it and drive away; you can go free. You won’t know where you are. But for you, anywhere will be preferential to here! Does that sound fair?” the man asked her.



Terrified, Andrea nodded agreement. He nodded to the black man, who walked her to the Mansion steps, and released his grip.



“After 30 seconds we will chase you… like a pack of hungry wolves. RUN!”



Andrea turned and ran, as fast her stiletto heels would allow her, towards the car, along the gravel. Her heart and lungs bursting, as she made it to the car, seconds ahead of the panting men. As the man had said the keys were still in the ignition.



Frantically she turned the key and depressed the accelerator. ‘Whirr, whirr’, the car turned over but wouldn’t start.



“Shit!” she thought, “I’ve flooded the engine!” But she kept turning the key. She looked up and to her horror the men were already surrounding the car. She prayed for it to start, but it didn’t and as she looked up a man was opening her driver’s door.



The one with the TV camera was on her bonnet filming her through the windscreen. The back door opened and another man got in. Then as she went towards the passenger door, that was opened and the tall man she had bumped into earlier in the day got in next to her.



“I bet you didn’t think you would see me soon.,” he said, smirking.



Andrea said nothing. The man produced the car’s high-tension lead, which stops it from firing, and waved them in front of her ashen face.



” I lied! Do you really think we would go to all this trouble to get you here and then let you escape? You really are a silly fucking bitch! ” He barked.



Andrea just stared blankly at him.



The driver’s door opened sharply. Several pairs of hands grabbed Andrea’s arms and clothing. Her head was pushed down towards her lap, as she was dragged screaming from the car.



She struggled with the men as she landed roughly on the stones, making her squeal with pain. The man in the passenger seat now stood over her, and produced a pair of shiny silver industrial scissors. She was held face down as he slowly cut the material at the back of her jacket. As it was being pulled from her, she regained her breath and struggled and swore but the jacket was soon in two halves, which were pulled from her arms and tossed to the stony floor.



Her white silk blouse was then grabbed, at the front, by a strong pair of hands and ripped open, exposing her pretty white bra. The scissors cut the rest of her blouse until it was just rags and it was pulled off her and again unceremoniously thrown to the ground.



The man, who was in the front shouted, “Grab her fucking arms and keep her still, I’m going to cut her skirt off.” As he repeatedly tried to cut her skirt she kicked and wriggled.



“Will someone hold this fucking bitch’s legs still so I can cut her skirt?” he yelled.



At that, two strong hands grabbed her knees firmly so the scissors could do their work again. Holding the hem of her black skirt, the man cut up the front of the material. Higher and higher he cut until there was only an inch of material left and at that point he ripped it wide open and pulled the material violently from under her.



“Fucking Hell! We’ve hit the jackpot here. Come and look at this fucking slag!” he shouted.



The rest of the men gathered around and looked at her. Andrea was now only in her underwear: frilly white bra, matching white suspender belt, natural lacy topped stockings with an almost sheer silk thong. They could see her wispy pubic hair through the thin material. This seemed to really turn the men on. Her bra was next to go. Two quick snips from the scissors and her bra was quickly yanked off. Her small firm, luscious tits and large nipples were exposed to the cool night air. Numb with terror, Andrea lay frozen on the gravel, as their hands grabbed at her tits. Groping and fondling them harshly even, pinching at her nipples.



“That’s enough!” The tall man shouted.



The scissors coldly moved down to her thong. He was just about to cut it when Andrea shouted, “Wait! Let me take them off! I don’t want to risk getting cut with that thing,” as she gestured towards the scissors.



He nodded to the men that were restraining her. They immediately let her go.



She stumbled as she tried to stand. A young man offered a hand, helping her to her feet.



Dressed in only her stockings, suspenders, shoes and the small thong she suddenly felt very cold. Whether by the spring temperature or the fear she was feeling being watched and leered over by so many men; she didn’t know.



The men moved back into a semi-circle, as she took hold of her thong as if to pull them down.



In a split second she turned and ran across the wet grass towards the woods. As a schoolgirl she had been a champion runner, but being half naked and only wearing stiletto shoes was making her getaway difficult.



Her tits and arse wiggled and wobbled as she ran.



The men laughed as the fat man followed filming her feeble escape. After about 10 seconds two men followed them. Andrea could feel them getting closer and closer as her stiletto heels slipped on the soft grass. She could now hear their heavy breathing and she was still a long way from the woods.



The next thing she knew she tripped and fell face forward, almost naked, into the cold, wet muddy field. Her two pursuers picked her up and marched her back to where the rest of the men were waiting.



Andrea was stood in front of the gang with soft, wet mud over her face, tits, stockings and thong.



“That was very naughty, Andrea. If you had got away, you would have spoiled our fun.” the tall man laughed.



Then went on, “but I know what is going to happen to you. I don’t blame you for trying, but, GET YOUR FUCKING KNICKERS OFF” he shouted at her.



Another man butted in, “What the fuck are we waiting for. Let’s rip her fucking knickers off.”



Three men grabbed her. Andrea’s knickers were soon ripped off her body exposing her sexual parts to the gang. Her muddy tits were being groped, as she was being forcibly kissed. Her legs were forced apart and her pussy pruned by fingers. A Black Hand pulled her bum cheeks apart and roughly inserted a long finger into her dry arse hole making her scream. It hurt, but struggle as she might, she wasn’t able to do anything about it. Her situation was hopeless. The man fingering her arse suddenly shouted. “Get her on all fours. I’m going to fuck her out here.”



Amidst much laughter, she was thrown onto the lawn, and manhandled onto all fours as the black man dropped his trousers and pants. His cock was hard and a nasty looking as it sprang up in front of him.



Kneeling behind her, on the grass, he wet his finger and shoved it up her arse again, making her scream. “Ha, ha, ha” he laughed, as he twisted his finger. “That’s nothing sweetheart! When I’m finished with you, you’ll be screaming for more!” She screamed again as he pulled his finger back out. Seconds later she felt the large blunt end of his cock press against her pussy opening. He pushed his cock into her love canal and thrust forward.



“No, no, no, please…. For God’s sake no,” Andrea pleaded, her body racked with fear, as he pushed his cock further into her cunt. The tears were rolling down her face, as his cock showed no mercy as he pushed in as far as it would go.



“Fuck me! She is tight, I’ll be bolting my load soon,” he shouted, as he banged her, faster and faster. Andrea complained that her knees were hurting from the hard ground, but he took no notice and continued fucking her. After a couple of minutes he grabbed her hips and thrust deeper into her. She let out a yelp as his hot spunk filled the depths of her womb. Panting heavily he took his cock out and rubbed its spunky bell end along her stocking top. “OK lads get her up and take her inside. It’s getting cold out here.” Her arse and pussy was red and sore as she was lifted up to her feet. Two large men held her arms as another poured cold water over her, making her grimace, as they attempted to wash the mud and dirt off. When the tall man was satisfied that she was clean enough, a smaller bottle was produced, which he forced into her mouth. Her head was tugged back, so she could swallow the clear liquid (water?).



The men, then, frog-marched her into the house. The rest of her clothes lay in tatters strewn around the garden. The men took her to a bedroom where her hands were handcuffed above her head to a brass headboard, as she wriggled for comfort, still only wearing her shoes, stockings and suspender belt.



The men then circled the bed. She looked at them for mercy; they looked back menacingly. She knew she was in big, big trouble, as no one in the world could help her now. The men drew lots to see who would fuck her first. A stocky man with dark brown hair cheered as he drew the short straw. He pulled his trousers and pants off and knelt on the bed in front of her, his cock was thick and long with a long ‘wire like’ vein running down its length.



Andrea struggled in vain, desperately trying to keep her legs pressed together. “Somebody grab her legs and hold them apart,” he croaked. Her legs were forcibly grabbed and prized wide open. “Get a close up of her fanny, and we’ll compare it to later,” the man told the fat cameraman.



Andrea closed her eyes again, as the camera filmed every inch of her vulnerable, naked, body; lingering on her neatly trimmed pussy. A second black man leaned over her and pulled her spunk stained pussy lips apart for the camera. “He, he, he.” The man hissed, “Jesus H Christ! Have you seen how fucking wet she is? I think she might be enjoying this as much as us!”



Andrea pulled her knee back at great speed, crashing into his jaw, making him recoil. As the others laughed, he made to punch her, but the tall man grabbed his wrist and firmly shook his head.



The dark haired man pushed his cock into her now gaping, neatly trimmed fanny. With no finesse he pushed deeper and deeper inside her, making her squirm as it went in deeper still, “Fuck me she’s tight,” the man told no one in particular. “You should get your husband to fuck you a bit more love, there’s no point having a tight cunt at your age.” The others chuckled as her small tits shook with the ferocity of his fucking. His hips started to thrust as his cock filled her belly. Andrea shut her eyes with the pain, the camera catching every bit of action. Suddenly he let out a shout as his hips thrust forward and his spunk emptied deep inside her cunt.



As the man got off her it quickly became a free for all. A tall fat man was now on top of her fucking her with her legs on his shoulders, making her groan and gasp. A younger, red headed man pushed his skinny cock between her lips. Horrified, Andrea turned her head away. The man grabbed her hair and jaw. As she opened her mouth to scream, he forced his cock past her lips. “That’s better,” he told her, “Now suck it and you’d better enjoy it!” With a hand full of hair he lent across her face and began fucking her mouth, as his friend pounded her pussy.



Naked men were now jostling the cameraman. All of them were eager to fuck my pretty wife. The ginger one groaned, and withdrew his cock. Seconds later, as Andrea was gasping for air, he sprayed her face with his cum. Andrea tried to spit it out of her mouth, but the man fucking her was reaching his own climax and was knocking the air out of her. As one man filled her cunt with his cream, the other made her swallow his. The fat man withdrew his limp dick and squeezed the last few drops of spunk onto her belly.



He was suddenly pushed away by a tall muscular man who lifted her hips into the air and slid his thick cock into her spunk filled cunt. This carried on for twenty minutes. One after another, men fucking my wife with cocks of all shapes and sizes as others made her suck them dry.



Andrea was no longer screaming for them to stop, as she resigned herself to whatever fate had in store. She even began moaning and groaning, as the bigger cocks filled her up, and at one point she actually grabbed a tattooed mans long cock and fed it back into her mouth when he tried to take it away.



As she gagged on another throat full of cum, the black man that she had kneed in the face, pushed his friend off the bed. “It’s my turn now, pretty one,” he told her, as two men groped her tits. He knelt beside her head and slapped her face with the biggest cock of the night. Andrea’s eyes twinkled as he prodded her face with the vicious looking knob. She hungrily opened her mouth, expecting to suck her first black cock. “Ha, ha, ha,” he laughed, “You like that do you?” Embarrassed she shook her head, as she sucked his fat purple knob, but her nipples were now beginning to visibly stiffen in front of their eyes. “Turn her over,” he bellowed, “I’m going to teach her a lesson that she’ll never fucking forget.”



As two men twisted her onto her stomach, the black giant knelt behind my tethered wife.



“Get on your knees,” he told her, and she obliged, “Get your fucking legs apart!” he continued, as he rubbed his ebony pole. Andrea pressed her face into a pillow and spread her legs as far as they would go, making spunk drip from her well-fucked cunt.



The black man prodded her soaking pussy with his knob, then suddenly rammed all 8 or 9 inches into her! “Aaaaaggghhh!” she screamed, as he began fucking her with venom, “Uh, uh, oh!” she grunted as he slammed deep inside her.



“If she was tight when we started, she won’t be when I’m finished!” he laughed.



With his hands gripping her hips he hammered at her like a dog to a bitch, making Andrea throw her head back, as she moaned and groaned.



A man with long hair was now sitting astride her face feeding his cock into her mouth. She eagerly began sucking and licking the tip. “She’s into it now!” He told the black man.



Grinning, the black man pulled his glistening cock out of her hole. Shocked, Andrea stopped sucking the Ginger man’s cock, and turned to face her tormentor, “No, no, no! Don’t stop!” she cried out.



The men all cackled with laughter, as the black man lined his monster cock up against her virgin anus, “Don’t worry baby, I’m not finished with you yet!” he told her as he edged the first inch or two into her tight brown hole.

First, I apologize for taking so long to finish this. Life gets in the way sometimes.



This Part is a bit harder than the simple panty fetish of Part I with creampies, watersports, snowballing, and anal with rimming. The story line is the same however…..



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In Part I, Pat Jenkins a 6′ 3″, green eyed, auburn haired (worn in a pony tail) wide receiver just retired from a 15 year Pro Football Career and was reviewing his life’s journey which included Emily Grove, a 6′ flat chested, green eyed, auburn haired beauty with similar features to Pat. She turned him on to panties and their striking likeness in matching pairs was the start of a journey in different sex for them….



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Picking up from the last few paragraphs of Part I ….



Whispering in my ear she said with a hint of smuttiness, “Pick a pair because and I’ll show you how it feels.”



I selected a matching pink pair so we would both be the same. Dropping the quilt, I allowed Emily to help me into them. She positioned my cock to the side and tucked the head in under the elastic. The material was so silky. I was in seventh heaven and was becoming very aroused.



Taking me into the bathroom, Emily removed her shirt and we gazed at our bodies each clad in pink. With our hair and eye color being the same and combined with her flatness, we looked like twins. The striking differences were the length of Emily’s hair and the shaft encased in my panties.



We made love three more times that morning soaking pair after pair of her panties. Finally Emily sent me on my way. We both had studies which needed to be done. Plus I had a film study session I needed to attend at the stadium. The ironic part was the panties I wore under my clothes. As mine undies were ruined, Emily insisted I wear a pair of hers. She made it a point to find a matching pair.



From that day on we became inseparable….



……….to be continued



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I had a hard time concentrating at the film study session. All I could think of was Emily’s sensuous body and the images of our passion, especially those in the mirror while we were adorned in matching panties. Thank god the lights were low at the meeting because those images along with the snugness of the panties I was wearing had my cock in a semi-aroused state all night.



Back at the dorm I managed to finish my studies, and it was time for bed. Normally I just hop in the sack and sleep. This night was different. Since I room alone I allowed myself to melt into the bed as my hands explored this feminine sensuality. Slowly I flicked my nipples and traced the smooth part of my nail along it as Emily had taught me. My cock swelled at my touch and I teased the head of my shaft in a similar manner. My self caressing was so sensuous; I even let my finger tips dance around the bud of my anus, all on the outside of my panties.



Ironically I didn’t want to cum. I just wanted to be aroused. I don’t remember falling asleep but I do remember luscious dreams. Monday morning arrived and I was off to class, still in Emily’s intimates.



Emily met me at the door to social studies. She gave me a tender hug and asked in a whisper what I was wearing. When I told her she smiled and said she wore the same ones too. It was good we took our seats before my cock got any harder.



True to Emily’s prediction, Professor Turnbull talked about the game and my catch. It was a bit embarrassing and I told him it was a team effort. Emily just looked at me and smiled.



After class we walked out together and Emily asked if I was busy at nights. I told her I usually had practice until 5:30, team dinner at 6:30 and then I went to the library to study. She had a surprised look on her face. I smiled and explained the athletic dorm wasn’t very conducive for studies. We made a date to study together.



After we finished at the library, we stopped for a snack. I walked Emily back to her apartment and she received her second surprise of the day when I had to decline her offer to spend the night. It was a football rule: all players had to be in their room by 11:00 pm during the week while in season. As it was now 10:30 pm, I needed to get back before curfew.



Emily gave me an evil smile and said, “Do you have one minute for a girl in need?”



Based on that smile alone, the only answer I knew was “Sure.”



She led me through the doorway and into the stairwell leading up to her apartment. Closing the door behind us, Emily pushed me gently against the wall and pressed her lips softly onto mine. The feeling was so erotic my cock hardened almost instantly. She seductively rolled her crotch into mine as her fingers found my nipples through my shirt. Her tongue began a slow fucking of my mouth. I thought I was going to lose it on the spot.



We played like this for a few minutes with Emily in control of my pleasures. Breaking our kiss, she moved back and leaned her shoulders against the opposite wall with her legs open out in front of her. Pulling off her sweater, Emily exposed her nipples to me and to the chill of the night air. Those puffy points hardened as she spoke.



“Last night I taught you how to suck my nipples. They really need your attention right now. I am so horny. Please suck them for me. Lick my buds. I need to cream myself.”



Unbuttoning her jeans, she pulled down the zipper and stepped out of her pants. Emily stood before me in just her panties.



Moving towards her, I lowered my mouth onto her left nipple and began a soft, slow, deep suckling of her small pointed tip. Her moans filled the stairwell as her areola was taken into my hungry mouth. My fingers went to the other nipple and played with it; kneading the gum drop nipple between my fingers. Each suck and squeeze produced lustful, muffled moans. Emily’s hands worked her clit and pussy through her panties. It didn’t take long for her body to start quivering towards an orgasm. I went back and forth between nipples, alternating hard sucks with nibbles and bites. Unable to control herself any longer, Emily pushed me to my knees and jammed her pantied covered cunt into my face.



Grinding her hips into my face, she guided her clit to my mouth. Although it was covered with the silken material of her panties, finding it was no problem in its swollen state. I sucked and licked on it as Emily exploded. Waves of her cream poured through the material. I tried to capture her essence.



Emily slowed and slid to her knees in front of me. Her mouth found mine and her tongue cleaned her juices from my face. We shared her nectar in a final deep kiss.



I wanted to cum so bad, but it was now so close to curfew, I would have to sprint back to the dorm. Emily had an idea. She removed her panties and shoved the soaked offering into my pants pocket. Emily took my hand and moved it over her dripping pussy covering it with her essence. With a final sloppy kiss and a devilish grin, she sent me on my way.



“Enjoy” was her only word.



Glancing at my watch, I shot out the door and high-tailed back to my room. I made it with a minute to spare. Thank god I was fast.



It took a while to get my wits about me. Did what just happen really happen? The soaked panties in my pocket told me yes. It didn’t take long to re-arouse my self. I fondled the cream coated cotton crotch panel and licked what I could off my fingers. How I wished Emily and I were together right now.



I continued my play in bed. Tonight I did stroke myself with the pair of Emily’s panties I wore all day. My tongue attacked what was left of Emily’s essence in the pair she was just wearing. My orgasm was intense as it soaked Emily’s panties completely.



Waking the next morning I rolled over onto the still somewhat wet panties from the night before. My cock grew as I recounted the hallway interlude of the previous evening. Finding the panties Emily creamed, I began to stroke myself with them again. I exploded with what seemed to be a gallon of cum into them. Still consumed with lust, I took the cum filled panties and did the unthinkable.



Bringing them to my mouth I allowed my tongue to roam my essence and found the slightly salty remnants to be thrilling. I envisioned sucking my cum from Emily’s pantied covered pussy. I thought of grinding myself to eruption while we dry humped wearing matching panties. I could see her bucking in orgasm as my tongue swirled our combined juices over her bud.



I was lost in my thoughts and in the silkiness or her intimates.



The knock on my door jolted me back into reality. It was our quarterback asking if I was going to breakfast. Jumping out of bed, I looked around for a place to put the panties and quickly shoved them between the mattress and the box spring. Hollering back I said I overslept and to go without me. I’d catch up with him later.



Reality can be very rude at times. I hustled and left for the day.



Again Emily met me at the door to the social studies building. After exchanging a few short, tender kisses, she asked me which pair I was wearing. Blushing I told her I was wearing my own. Emily gave me an inquisitive look as we walked into the room. Taking our usual seats, class started and we shifted our focus to the professor.



About half way through class, Emily handed me a note. Before opening it, I glanced around to see if anyone was watching. Only a couple of people even saw the exchange and they didn’t seem interested. Unfolding the paper there was a one line question with a YES/NO check box.



The note read; “Did you soil your intimates?”



If anyone was watching they would have seen me go beet red as the question struck home. I checked the YES box and refolded the paper. At the right time, I handed the note back to Emily, who opened it and smiled.



After class, Emily asked if I was going to the library again or if I cared to study at her place. My answer surprised Emily as I explained the team was leaving for our away game Thursday night so I needed to have all my work done and handed in before then. Because of this, I needed to use the library.



Emily understood and asked if I wanted company. She beamed when I told her I’d be delighted to study with her. We set a date for 7:00pm.



Practice was intense. We were undefeated at 4-0, and coach had us all thinking about a national title. It wasn’t going to be easy. The hardest part was being prepared mentally; jumping from school work, to practice, and to Emily was difficult. Somehow I managed to keep things separate.



I met Emily at the entrance to the library and we camped out at a table in a quiet part of the building. I lost myself in studies: going subject to subject; computer to printer; proof reading; stapling; crossing off each subject as I completed them. We stayed at the library until it was nearly curfew. I was able to walk Emily back to her place, but unfortunately there was no time for anything but a sweet kiss good-night. Well, maybe a grope or two, but not much beyond that.



Wednesday was much of the same. Again we met at the library. I was working as quickly as possible because I wanted to have some time with Emily. From time to time I would glance at Emily and smile. She had a very curious look about her. A look which told me something was on her mind. I made a note to ask her about it when we were done.



After studies we headed to a little hole-in-the-wall place off campus, away from the mainstream student body. It was there I asked her about the look. She smiled and blushed a bit. I had to coax her a little before she told me what was on her mind.



“Well,” she began. “I shouldn’t be telling you this because girls’ need to have some secrets and what I have to say just might taken the wrong way. But here goes.”



I listened and inwardly prepared for the worst.



“When I first met you I thought you were just a typical jock. Cute, but dumb! Over the last four weeks I listened to what you had to say in class and I realized there was more to you than muscle. Watching you work these last three nights, I realized you really are a student-athlete. Add to that our…” Emily hesitated momentarily, “…passion and you seem a bit surreal; a good surreal, but surreal none-the-less.”



My heart fluttered; my thoughts raced; and my lips went to Emily’s instinctively. I allowed my soul to softly flow through my lips. With that kiss I somehow gave myself completely to Emily, and she to me. As we broke from our loving moment, I tenderly lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. Not a word was spoken. We simply kissed again.



Our walk back to her apartment was slow even with curfew looming. We held hands and talked about nothing. We both knew what this feeling was, neither of us wanted it to end, yet we dared not speak its name.



Time was not on my side and I needed to get back. Emily gave me a long, deep kiss and wished me luck. She said she’d be watching. I really didn’t want to go back to my dorm; I wanted the new found intimacy of Emily. Still, football was my meal ticket and off I went.



The game was on national TV as we were ranked #8 and Cal was #3. Playing on their turf would make our task that much harder. What was supposed to be a tight game turned into a blow-out. We jumped on them early and often. Our quarterback threw for over 400 yards, much of it to me. I wound up with 8 catches, four of them for touchdowns. We shut them out 49-0. Now we were really thinking National Championship.



The next week had us, specifically me, on the cover of Sports Illustrated. The picture was one of my four touchdowns where I was laid out horizontally behind three defenders making a finger tip catch in the end zone. The campus was nuts; Turnbull wanted details; and the co-eds were throwing themselves at us as we jumped to #2 in the polls as other top rated teams fell. I could tell Emily didn’t care much for the adoration the coeds were giving me. They all looked at her and her plump nipples on her flat chest and gave me the ‘anytime’ look.



The rest of the season was a dream come true. We pounded everyone, averaging over 40 points a game while giving up less than one TD per contest. We headed into the bowl games 12-0 and still ranked #2 but facing an equally powerful #1 ranked ‘Bama squad. We had five weeks to prepare and coach gave us a week off and said we would have four days at Christmas before we went in seclusion the last ten days before the game. He said we needed a little time to heal.



It was a long season. Emily was blown away by the demands of football and my dedication to both it and my education. She never realized how much of my time was required.



Sunday evening through Thursday it was school, football, dinner, studies, and sleep. All day Friday through Saturday’s game was 100% football and I was no where to be found. Saturday evening to Sunday evening was 100% Emily and we made the most of it.



Emily was a sexual predator and I her prey. Although it was football during the week, we did manage to sneak in a tryst from time to time. Emily also kept me in a constant supply of panties. We developed a kinky exchange system. She’d slip me a pair of her moist panties before I returned to my dorm and I would return a pair a bit moister than the ones she gave me. It seemed to make us both horny to feel each other’s wetness trapped in her panties.



Weekends were adventures in eroticism. Emily introduced me to the gourmet side of sex. I’ll never forget the weekend she taught me about anal sex.



It was during one of her post game massages. Emily poured a bit of oil onto the small of my back and was working it into the cheeks of my ass. Her hands were pushing and squeezing my cheeks together and apart. It felt great, especially when the air would kiss my exposed anus. Gradually Emily let oil drip down my crack and she would catch it with her finger just as it touched my bud. I loved the sensation and let her know with a soft moaning purr.



Sensing my pleasure, Emily allowed her finger to dance around my hole. My buttocks responded in kind with a rocking motion matching the movement of her finger. Finally I felt the tip of her finger push lightly on my virgin bud. It began a slow massage onto the entrance. More oil traced its way down my crack and onto Emily’s finger and the motion went from a circular pressure to a pushing pressure.



Her finger pressed and withdrew; pressed and withdrew; never really leaving my opening but simply gathering more of the warm oil to ease its inward journey. A squishing sound started as her finger tip went deeper in and out of my entrance. The feeling was incredible. As my sphincter relaxed, the pushing went deeper.



Finally Emily’s finger pushed completely past the muscle and into the warmth of my ass. Emily slid her naked body next to mine, bringing the hotness of her breath to my ear. Her finger was now rhythmically gliding in and out of my ass as her throaty whispers filled my head.



“I know how wonder it feels to have something moving so smoothly in and out of your ass. I adore the feeling and I sense you do too. There is so much I am going to show you and so much for you to enjoy. What you are experiencing right now is just the start. I promise you will enjoy it all, especially when it is your cock gliding in and out of my ass.”



Emily’s words and ass fingering had my cock intensely hard. I allowed my ass to move back and forth in a fucking motion; keeping in synch with her finger. When she pushed in, I pushed back. When she withdrew, I pulled away. The warmth of my cock rocking against my body nearly brought me to orgasm. What happened next I didn’t expect.



In one smooth motion, Emily’s finger was replaced with a long slender object. It passed beyond my muscle deep into my ass before it seemed to snap into place. I heard the sounds of air whooshing and felt the thing expand slightly. Emily’s words began again.



“I want you to relax. Allow your body to get used to being filled. I need to prepare for our next step. By the way, the feeling in your ass is a small inflatable plug. You’ll love how big it gets; but all in due time. Enjoy, and watch my transformation.”



Emily crossed the room to her dresser. Opening the bottom drawer, she withdrew a hat box and walked back toward the bed. Standing in front of me she opened the box and removed its contents. In one sensuous move, Emily stepped into a pair of flesh colored rubber panties. Jutting from the front of them was a life-like rubber cock similar in size to my own: 7 inches in length and about 1.5 inches in diameter. Emily spoke with lust.



“I’ve been waiting a long time to use this. I find it so unfair you have the only cock. Now we both have one. You will really like these panties too, because they are split in the crotch which gives us access to both of my holes. Now it may seem unfair to you that I have an extra hole, but we’ll just have to make due. Between us we now have four nipples, four hands, two cocks, five holes and two dirty minds.”



“Do you remember how I taught you to make love to my nipples? Today I am going to teach you how to make love to my ass and you’ll tech me how to make love to your cock.”



Her hand was stroking her cock as she spoke. Walking to the edge of the bed, Emily stood before me. The tip of her cock was now only a few inches from my face as she seductively spoke.



“Sucking your first cock can seem scary. Thoughts run through your mind: ‘What if it cums in my mouth?’; ‘How am I supposed to get the whole thing in?’; ‘What if I choke?’ What allows you to overcome those fears is desire: the desire to please; the desire to taste; the desire to consume; the desire which only comes from lust. Build the desire and there is nothing one won’t do. Let me show you.”



Emily brought the tip of her cock to my lips and said’ “Kiss it.”



It was very difficult for me to do. I just couldn’t pucker up and kiss a cock; even if it wasn’t real. However, I couldn’t move my head away either, because something inside me wanted this.

Emily gave a knowing chuckle and continued: “I can see you want it or you would have turned your head away or even more, you would have dressed and left.”



The reality of what she said hit me hard. I realized for the first time I was becoming Emily’s play toy. She was taking me down a sexual path from which I could never return. The quick fucks and blowjobs were a thing of the past. That was simply sex. This was deep lust and desire.



Still, I had a hard time kissing the cock in front of me.



“Let me help,” was Emily’s sultry response.



Her free hand went between her legs started rubbing her pussy. The squishing sounds of her wetness intensified what was about to happen. Emily removed her moist fingers from her sex and brought them to my mouth. Instinctively my mouth opened and three fingers made their way in. My tongue slurped and lapped the juices from them. After my cleaning, Emily returned them to her vagina for recoating.



This time she rubbed the juices onto the head of her cock as she moved it closer to my lips.



“Now lick my juices the same way you just did.”



The head of her cock pressed into my lips and I opened my mouth. Somewhere between my second and third slurp, I started sucking cock. My hands went to it and started pumping. My tongue bathed its underside as I licked its length. I sucked the head and allowed my tongue to explore its hole.



Emily cooed while I worked. “Show me how you like your cock sucked. Show me what to do. Show me what turns you on when I make love to your hardness.”



I lost myself in those words and worked her phallus as if it were mine. Pulling her cock from my mouth I looked up at Emily, and with a level of lust I never imagined, I told her how it turned me to see her looking into my eyes as she sucked me. I then gave her a series of long hard sucks while never breaking eye contact. With a pop, I let her cock leapt from my mouth. Grabbing the shaft I started rubbing it all over my lips and face. I told her how much it turns to me to hear her tell me she wanted my cum; to hear her say she wanted to eat it; to savor it; to share it with me. Somewhere inside me, I lost control and started slapping my face hard with her cock before attacking it wildly. I was consumed by the act and if it would have been a real cock, I would have indeed swallowed all of the cum.



Emily was trembling with her own lust. Juices poured from her. Her thighs were soaked and glistening with wetness. After what seemed to be mini orgasm, Emily pulled her cock from my mouth, grabbed my hair and pulled my head up towards hers. She had a wild look in eyes when she told me, “Now its time for your ass.”



Without need for instruction, I repositioned myself so I was on my knees with my ass in the air at the end of the bed. The rest of my body was being supported by my forearms. My ass swayed in a begging motion. Whatever was going to happen, I needed it.



Deflating the plug, Emily slowly removed it from my hole. I nearly collapsed when her mouth replaced it and started licking. She was sucking and probing my open asshole. Involuntary moans released themselves from my soul. Emily told me this is how her asshole needs to be adored. She must have worked my ass for a good five minutes. My cock was oozing precum.



Emily stood and recoated her cock with her juices. I felt the tip press against my hole. Between the fingering, plug and rimming, my hole was as relaxed as it could be for a first time fuck. My lust and desire made me push against her cock and the head pressed through my hole. Her cock slid into my ass cavity. What I didn’t expect was the pain from being filled so suddenly. Emily told me to be still and allow my body to get used to the feeling.



True to her words, my body did loosen and Emily began fucking my ‘ass-cunt’ as she put it. It didn’t take long to start a rhythm.



Emily was really into it from the sounds of her guttural moans. The force of her cock pushing against her mound was bringing her to orgasm while she fucked my ass. The closer she got to her climax, the wilder she fucked me. Each time her cock slammed into me, my balls and thighs were sprayed with her fluids. Her body convulsed when she came.



Emily collapsed on top of me wrapping her arms around my torso; her face was buried into my neck. The force of her collapse pushed me flat onto the bed; her cock still deep in my ass. I could feel the heat and sweat of our bodies fuse as Emily quivered in the aftermath of her lust; her fluids still trickling onto my balls.



It didn’t take long for Emily to start again. She whispered in my ear. “Let’s see what you’ve learned.” Emily pulled out of my ass and rolled over onto her back. Hooking her arms behind each knee, she pulled her legs up to her chest and rolled her ass to expose her bud.



The cool air on my somewhat stretched ass reminded me of the pleasures required. I dispensed with the gentle foreplay and put my mouth directly over her nether hole. While sucking her brown bud, my tongue snaked its way in. I could tell Emily loved this by the way she pushed her anus open to accept it and her moans as she rocked on my tongue.



“Suck it. Suck my hole. Get it good and wet for your cock.” Emily was in another world. I attacked her ass in a hungered craze; licking and sucking while driving Emily wild.



“Now shove your cock deep into my cunt and get it covered with my goo.”



Moving into position, my dick plunged into her pussy, I thought I was going to cum on the spot. The warmth of its tightness was pure ecstasy. The thickness of her juices enveloped me. After a half dozen strokes I pulled out and put the head of my cock at her anus.



In one movement, Emily wrapped her legs around me and pulled my cock into her ass. We both cried out in pleasure. I started fucking and Emily started bucking while jerking off her rubber cock. She was pounding it upon her mons. The feeling of her ass around my cock was incredible. I knew I wouldn’t last long after being in heat for such a long time; however, watching Emily jerk off and seeing her small tits, I thought about having anal sex with another guy.



That thought bought on my orgasm. I flooded her ass with stream after stream of cum. Emily’s eyes widened when she felt the hot jism in her bowels. Locking her legs behind me, she trapped my cock in her ass and started jerking her cock harder and faster. Our wild moans filled the room and Emily released a torrent of cum and piss. Her juices splashed off of my abdomen and sprayed both of us. A river flowed over my balls.



Emily stopped stroking her cock and pulled me into her. Our mouths fused together and we buried our tongues deep within our each others mouth. Emily rolled me over so she was on top. Our mouths never parted. My cock was still buried in her ass and it was still rock hard. Emily’s sphincter was pulsing on my cock. I wanted all this woman had to offer. I truly belonged to her.



Our kisses started slowing. Emily lifted her torso from my body and the look in her eyes told me we weren’t done yet. In a low, sluttish tone Emily said, “It’s time for clean up” and pulled her ass off of my sticky shaft and moved into a sixty-nine position.



Wasting no time, Emily’s mouth began to lick and suck our combined juices from my rod as she placed her ass onto my mouth. Still somewhat frenzied, my tongue began to lick the cream oozing from her hole. Emily moved her hips to ensure her cunt and ass received equal attention. The mixture of our cums, the salty flavor of her piss and the scent of ass drove me wild. Even as I licked her clean, her pussy keep flowing.



Emily’s hands worked my balls and shaft as her tongue searched for traces of our sex. From out of nowhere a powerful explosion erupted from my balls. I could feel it hit her cheek and then felt Emily’s mouth engulfed my cock head to capture what she could. My orgasm triggered hers. A thick flow gushed from her passage and small trickles of piss shot into the mixture. My face was being covered and I loved it. In fact I needed it. I sucked her holes and worked my tongue in and out of them like the slut I was becoming.



Spinning to face me, Emily immediately began a snowball. I hungrily accepted my cum as our tongues danced with our sticky mixture. Our kissing was sloppy with cum sticking to our lips and face. Emily reached behind her and pushed my cock into her cunt. We rocked gently and began a slow cool down. Eventually we came to rest.



Emily looked in my eyes and we both smiled. All I could say was, “Wow.” Emily’s reply set the tone for our sexual relationship.



“I simply love being a slut. It’s gong to be so much fun turning you into one too. Come on, let’s take a shower.”



As we climbed off of the soiled sheets, Emily took my hand and led me to her bathroom. Without a hint of embarrassment, Emily asked if I ever had an enema. I knew my life would never be the same.



Another aspect of sex we explored was ‘Patty and Emily.’ I enjoyed being transformed into Emily’s lesbian lover. The scary part was how much alike we looked. Being completely feminine allowed me to escape into a world so vastly different from the Xs and Os of football. Emily said I looked hot enough to pick up a guy. It was during these sessions I admitted to Emily my desire to suck a real cock.



Unfortunately, we never got to that point. During my week off from football before our bowl game, Emily started to talk about our future. We were at dinner and Emily professed her love for me. I was a bit startled not because of Emily’s love, for we were madly in love with each other. What startled me were her thoughts about the future.



Emily asked if I was going to find a job or apply to graduate school. There was shock on her face when I told her I was going to enter the NFL draft. It never dawned to her I would continue playing ball after college. The reality of an NFL future hit home even harder at Christmas. We spent two days with each others families. Her dad talked nonstop about where I would go in the NFL draft. I could see Emily drift into the background. I felt bad. Emily wasn’t accustomed to the limelight of stardom.



On the drive back to campus, Emily was very silent. I asked her what was wrong even though I knew. With tears in her eyes she told me of her jealously towards all the girls who throw themselves at me. And with me being a pro athlete it was only going to be worse. She told me I was the man of her dreams and wanted us to be together always. She saw us going to grad school together and becoming professors. Emily wanted to wait a few years before starting a family. She never dreamt of me going pro.



In Emily’s words, “Not once have you ever talked about becoming a pro. In fact you rarely talk about football. I just saw this as a college thing.”



I tried to explain this was a dream of mine since I was ten. It was all I ever wanted to do. Emily said she understood but it seemed to shatter her dreams.



Our sex became less aggressive. Oh there were times we got kinky but there was no new territory being discovered. I felt like I needed to convince Emily of my love for her.



As things unfolded we did win the National Title. I had a spectacular game. The scouts, agents, and combines hounded me. Emily was there every step of the way but still withdrawn. I decided not to get an agent and to talk directly with the teams. I did well in the combines but the big strike against me was size. I wasn’t the physical type of receiver the pros were after. Standing 6’3″ and weighing around 190 pounds wasn’t tiny by most standards but most NFL players have bulging rippling muscles. My body was long and lithesome….feminine one could say.



The day of the draft came and I wasn’t a first rounder; nor a second. I didn’t even attend the gala in New York. I was with Emily. In the third round my name was called. The San Antonio Chieftains had selected me. I had given the NFL both my number and Emily’s. When the call came we were ‘busy’ and let it go to Emily’s answering machine. I’ll never forget the call for two reasons.



The first was the actual call.



“Hi. This call is for Pat Jenkins. My name is Alex Boston. I am the general manager for the San Antonio Chieftains. Pat gave the NFL this number as one of his contact numbers. We are happy to say we selected Pat in the third round and are excited about landing such a quality athlete. Pat we’d like to talk with you as soon as possible. Please give me a call at 210-897-1400.”



The second reason was Emily’s reaction.



At the time of the call Emily was on the brink of an orgasm. We were wearing matching panties (Our panty thing was still very strong, as was Patty and Emily, as was our love for anal and watersports.). I had slipped mine down under my balls and pushed hers aside so we could fuck. I came inside her and was sucking out my cream out through her panties. Emily always came wildly, usually showering me in a combination of piss and pussy juice.



The call put an instant stop to Emily’s orgasm. She simply rolled off of me and said, “Well, there it is. There’s the call you were waiting for.”



Tears filled her eyes. I tried to say something, but Emily didn’t want to talk. She jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom and locked the door behind her. I could hear Emily bawling.



“Emily,” I said as I tapped gently on the door, “please let me talk to you.”



All I heard was crying.



“Emily, Please listen to what I have to say. I understand why you are upset, although I do not understand it. What I have to say is from very important. Emily, I love with my whole heart and soul. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I want to marry you.”



“You put a wall between us ever since I said I was going pro. The reality is we will all have jobs. Jobs we go to every day. Being a pro athlete is no different. It’s actually better than a nine to five job. The money’s better, the hours are better, there is more time off. There….”



“…are more women who want to fuck you.” Emily screamed. “You don’t get it Pat. I am jealous, insecure, and not willing to share you. If you are going to fuck somebody else I need to be there too. I can’t be when you are bar hopping with your buddies. Pat, women don’t want to share. And the women you will meet want nothing more than your money and fame.”



Emily had a point and I knew it. It is very hard to turn down pussy from a beautiful woman, especially when you are drunk.



“Some good looking babe who happens to be kinky is going to fall for you and POW—like that I’m history.”



I waited a few moments before I spoke.



“Emily, you need to trust ME. It is the strength of OUR love which binds US. I’ve had my share of cheap, quick sex. At first it was great, but FOR ME it became shallow and empty. When I met you, you showed me a side to myself I never imagined. You took to me a higher level. You showed me how the power of LOVE changes everything, even when our sex is different….WHICH IT ALWAYS IS.”



In between sobs, I heard Emily start to laugh. Our sex was indeed different.



“ARE YOU COMPLAINING JENKINS?” Emily said in jest.



“NO M’AM.” I fired back. “In fact I’d like to finish what we started.”



Emily opened the door and wiped back the tears from her eyes and came to me in an embrace.



“Pat, I love you so much. I don’t ever want to be without you.”



Our kiss was tender and intimate.



“Emily looked into my eyes; tears still in hers. “I think you have a phone call to make. Someone in San Antonio wants to talk with you.”



**********



The contract I signed was amazing. I became wealthy instantly. I inked a 3 year at a base salary of $250,000 per year. I negotiated a signing bonus of $250,000 plus incentives based on games played, catches, and touchdowns.



Life changed instantly. San Antonio had a program to help me relocate. The fact the Chieftains assigned Kim Rivera, a stunning Latina built like a brick shit-house, to help me get acclimated to the city and find a place to live. It was clear from the start Kim was offering and it would have been mine for the taking, but my love was with Emily. Kim was pretty smart and realized something was up. One night at dinner she asked if there was someone in my life.



I told her our story, albeit without certain details. I explained Emily’s misgivings about my NFL career and my pledge to her. What I didn’t expect was the effect this would have on Kim. With tears in her eyes, she leaned over and softly kissed my cheek. She told me I was a rare breed and how lucky Emily was to have a guy like me. Kim also added that many of the guys coming through the league could use a lesson on faithfulness.



Mini-camp started and I was in the NFL. The veteran’s were showing the rookies THEIR San Antonio. The parties were wild and the pussy plentiful. The girls wanted their piece of the NFL in more ways than one. Kim sensed my avoidance and made it her job to have a reason to take me elsewhere when things got too crazy.



She became my guardian angel. It was also refreshing to have someone to talk with other than the guys; someone with interests outside of football. Kim and I were getting closer. At first I thought it was simply the comfort of a woman who respected my relationship. But in the month we were together we really started to like each other.



After mini-camp, I was slated as the #3 receiver. They keep 6 so things looked good for me. I went back to State and Emily. Luckily I had a very easy school schedule and graduated with my class—with honors I might add. The night of graduation I proposed officially to Emily. Taking $25,000 of my signing bonus, I bought Emily an engagement ring. While on one knee, I professed my love and asked her to marry me as I presented her with the ring.



She turned me down.



Emily had a surprise for me this time. It appears she hired a detective to follow me for the month I was in San Antonio. Emily took an envelope from beneath her gown and removed a stack of pictures and threw them at me. Pictures so incriminating I had no response. Most were of Kim and I together laughing. There were pictures of Kim hugging me; pictures of Kim and I at parties; and even a picture of Kim giving me the kiss on my cheek. The only kiss she gave me!



The next nail was the picture of one of the party girls offering me a test tube shot from between her exposed tits and me taking it. How could I explain I needed to save face with the veterans? How was I to explain it was innocent?



The final nail in the coffin was my not telling Emily about Kim. I was done. It was over.



While on my knees looking at the pictures on the ground before me; Emily turned and walked away.



When I returned to her apartment my stuff was on the sidewalk—packed.



I took my things and got into my car. Plans had changed and I would be going home for a week before I headed down to San Antonio.



Yes I tried calling and I even went to her house. Emily was nowhere to be found. Her parents gave me the cold shoulder also. I asked Mr. Grove if I could speak to him over a beer. We went to a local bar and I told him about everything. He seemed to understand but still, it was his daughter and she was hurting. I asked him what he would have done in my position. His response stunned me.



“I would’ve fucked the party girls and that Kim chick! Wow! What a looker. You’re a better man than me Pat Jenkins.”



I couldn’t believe what he said, but I think my story made him understand my love for his daughter. We talked briefly about football, shook hands and departed. When I dropped him off at his home, I told him I’ll make sure he has tickets for every game we play against Pittsburgh (his hometown team) if I make the team. He smiled and said thanks, he’d like that.



Back in San Antonio, Kim was there in an instant. I told her the whole story and showed her the pictures. She started to cry.

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